Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1292 - 360 Dreaming into the Divine Machine_3

"You were dreaming all along!" Sylph said with a delighted laugh.

Richard waved his fist in frustration, "Why haven’t I woken up from this nightmare yet!"

"Don’t rush. It’s rare for someone from the outside world to have a clear consciousness in the Dream Realm," Sylph said tenderly, gazing deeply into Richard’s eyes, "Since you are here by fate, why not learn more about this place. I never thought I’d have a face-to-face conversation with you. Actually, when you were aimlessly wandering in your dreams before, I wanted to communicate with you, but I couldn’t."

"Heh, even if we did communicate, it wouldn’t matter. I’d just think it was a dream," Richard glanced at Sylph’s boots. They were a pair of small, Bohemian-style boots adorned with tassels, beautiful and refined.

"Damn, what are you looking at!" Sylph blushed as her gaze was caught and she bent her slender legs.

"How do you live in the Dream Realm? Are there countries here too?" Richard propped himself up and asked, "What do you eat? Do you eat Larza Beast meat?"

"The Dream Realm isn’t much different from the world you’re in. My life is basically the same as yours; I also need to eat and work! The land here is particularly fertile, so sustaining oneself isn’t too difficult," Sylph said as she brought out a plate of fruits from the cupboard and handed one to Richard, "Try this Peilan Fruit that I grew."

The fruits looked like gourds, thicker at the ends and thinner in the middle, with a purple-brown skin and a refreshing fragrant scent. Richard cautiously reached out his hand, but grabbed nothing. It was as if his hand was air, passing directly through the fruits.

"I forgot, you’re just a spiritual entity," Sylph said with an apologetic smile.

"Neither human nor ghost!" Richard looked at his hands, feeling a wave of depression.

"I need to sleep just like you, but our time difference is probably the opposite," Sylph pointed towards the sunlight outside the window and laughed, "There are countries in the Dream Realm too, I know what you’re thinking. There are wars here too! There’s no escaping war anywhere."

"So, if Dreamers and Agents resonate in life, in the future, to take down my enemies, can’t I just kill their Dream Realm Agent here?" Richard’s eyes spun rapidly.

"It’s not as simple as you think. You can only look here; you can’t physically harm anyone!" Sylph shook her head, "Well, it’s like Beamon’s racial abilities - not every person in the Dream Realm has the talent and ability to manage dreams. Generally speaking, only a very few men in the Dream Realm have this ability. Ninety-nine percent of Dreamers are women in the Dream Realm. Of course, Dream Realm Agents aren’t just people; other creatures from the Dream Realm also serve as agents, but the probability is the same, overwhelmingly female, rarely male."

It kind of feels like a "...," all women in charge. Richard thought to himself.

"Like I said, the world here is so vast you can’t imagine. The number of creatures here exceeds those on the Aegean Continent by tens of thousands of times. That means, only one in every ten thousand people in the Dream Realm becomes an Agent!" Sylph elegantly brushed the end of her braid.

"This probability, tsk tsk... it’s even harder to achieve than our Beamon rituals," Richard chuckled.

"Moreover, each Dreamer’s dream subject is randomly assigned. I manage your dreams, and even if by coincidence, my neighbor is also a Dreamer, she might manage someone else from the Gold Coast Continent, thousands of miles from you," Sylph paused for a moment then slowly added, "Of course, no Dreamer would dare reveal their identity or who they manage easily. You must understand, Dreamers and Agents resonate with each other in life. Once a Dreamer reveals who they manage, if by some coincidence it’s found by someone malicious, they could face deadly peril! Every world has good and bad people; the Dream Realm is no different."

"Interesting." Richard gave a sly smile, "Does that mean if you tell someone you manage the dreams of King Richard and it gets out to my arch-nemesis Rommel’s Agent, and they come to kill you, if you die, I die too?"

"That’s exactly right," Sylph replied with a bitter twist of her mouth, "If you see someone or an animal on the Aegean Continent die in their sleep, it’s definitely because their Dream Realm Agent suffered a calamity. The Dream Realm has beasts and Magical Beasts that are just as bloodthirsty and brutal, as well as bandits and robbers; there are wars and slaughter between countries here too."

"Trusting you with my life really doesn’t give me peace of mind!" Richard rubbed his nose and muttered quietly.

"Let’s get one thing straight: we Dreamers always live for ourselves, not for you Agents," Sylph smiled faintly, "If I die because of you, I have nothing to say; likewise, if you die because of me, you shouldn’t have anything to say either!"

Richard was stunned.

"The people of the Dream Realm are just ordinary people too. We have our own lives, marry, have children, eat, wear clothes! Even Dreamers are no different! After all, for us Dreamers, you agents are far too remote," Sylph chuckled playfully, "Managing your dreams, to me, is just like passing the time playing mahjong when I’m bored, purely for entertainment." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓