MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King)-Chapter 287 dream walk
Chapter 287 Dream Walk
Dream Walk, a side quest that William has experienced in the past.
A sudden plague swept through a remote town. The residents of the entire town could not sleep since one day, and could only let their exhaustion accumulate until the whole person fell into strong hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.
Soon after, a strange stranger came to the town, claiming that he could cure the plague.
After gaining the trust of the residents of the town, the stranger prepared a green alchemy potion using a variety of alchemy materials and a certain tree sap with a strong hallucinogenic effect. After those townspeople drank it, they really got a long-lost sleep and dream... but the dream was not stable.
This is also a typical Moon Realm behavior - those who drink the potion, their souls are controlled by the Nightmare Lord Claw Mara, and fall into a never-ending nightmare.
William still remembered that when he was on this mission, he also directly drank the alchemy potion and fell into the nightmare swamp. Then in that bizarre dream, he successfully rescued those townspeople.
Not only did he rescue everyone, but he also sneaked into Jumara's bedroom and carried out a standard player-style beating, smashing and looting. So much so that when the incarnation of the emptiness of Jumara finally came to the world, the emptiness king, who should have been biased towards neutrality, directly became an irrevocable red name.
Now times have changed, and when William saw a similar potion again, he naturally understood something.
After returning to his senses, the hazy mist gradually formed furniture with specific shapes around William. At this moment, he seemed to be standing in a gorgeous palace surrounded by dense fog. The highly symbolic curtain was pulled up in front of him layer by layer, and countless whispers and murmurs began to echo around.
"There's no need to make all this pomp."
Seeing this, William unceremoniously said this to the existence behind the seven-layered veil.
This is the end of his fall into the dreamland—Jumala’s bedroom.
His voice fell, and a slightly sentimental sigh answered him. The voice passed through the curtain of the seventh-layer nightmare, and the whispers and murmurs of the surrounding dreams instantly subsided.
But the other party did not continue to say anything, and seemed to be hesitating.
"What exactly do you want to talk about when you create the opportunity to meet alone with such bewilderment?"
didn't intend to talk nonsense with the other party, William asked straight to the point.
Originally, those forest elves were already equivalent to "sleepwalking" patients. Using this alchemy potion for hallucinogenic control was completely superfluous. Jumara can directly modify the perception of those people, creating an effect similar to "illusion".
If you only want to control them to complete the ritual, there is no need to use those expensive and ineffective potions.
But from another angle, in addition to creating a state similar to "sleepwalking", the biggest effect of that alchemy potion is to make the souls of living creatures fall into the nightmare swamp.
Or, an invitation.
This is also the reason why he drank it without hesitation after seeing the expensive and ancient alchemy potion.
Even if he thinks wrong, it doesn't matter. With his connection with his body, he wants to go back with his spiritual power is just a matter of thought.
And as it turns out, he guessed right.
There was not too long of silence, and Dawmara's signature sweet voice came from behind the curtain.
"I hope you can give up the idea of continuing to toss on this side of the timeline... If so, I'm willing to help you connect with the partners on the other side through dreams, and let them bring you back to the normal timeline. You can go to Leave Ravenwood after that, and no one will have to die."
The Lord of Nightmares made a speech similar to exhortation in a tone that was extremely incompatible with his identity.
And this made William frown:
"And watch the whole of Ravenwood turn into a realm of the dead, a dead place where no living thing can survive?"
William replied.
He originally thought that the other party would talk to him about more realistic topics.
"But the dead place is what Ravenwood was originally. The five thousand years of life here are just the mercy of Camilla."
Clawmara replied like this, and then continued without waiting for the other party to refute:
"Camilla's actions are just to bring the original correct history back to the right track. In fact, there is absolutely no need for you to stop it. Because this is not a war to decide the future, but only to deal with some problems left over from the past."
"What is the correct history is chosen by the people of this world, at least it has nothing to do with your lunar realm. If you just want to discuss such a boring topic... I am very busy right now, and there is an entire race that needs to be saved, forgive me accompany."
William turned around after saying that, as if planning to leave.
He was waiting for the other party to speak.
"Then if I say, if you go back to the original timeline now, but give up saving Ravenwood, will it be the least costly option?"
As William expected, the other party stopped him.
"To make the whole of Ravenwood a dead place controlled by Camilla, or the option with the least loss?"
William stopped, half-actually and half-seriously.
He knew that the reason why he had invited him to meet alone in the bedroom of Nightmare Swamp was not to contact him directly in this world through some medium. Some of Jumara's thoughts must not be known to the other two Void Kings.
When he had a conversation in the lunar rift earlier, he noticed that Jumara was not as enthusiastic about Ravenwood's affairs as the other two, but was so stubborn about William's own choice to fight to the end. Some... sad emotions.
It is naturally impossible for the kings of nothingness to be monolithic. Although the entire Ravenwood is in a dead end, it is a "masterpiece" created by the cooperation of the three goddesses. Even when calculating the "contribution" of these three, the Lord of Nightmares Should be "Number Two".
But William, who was familiar with the behavior of this Nightmare Lord, felt that maybe this nihilistic monarch, who was known for his gentle personality and fear of trouble, did not expect things to develop in the direction that he knew he would get out of control.
"Then I'm a little curious about what the bigger loss would be."
Seeing that the other party did not reply, William continued.
"die."
Tamara's simple answer.
"Death? Who dies?"
Although he already had the answer in his heart, William still asked cooperatively.
"When you die, everything you cherished, everything you rebuilt after your return, will pass away with your death. If you feel that you can bear the price, then you go on..."
"Sorry to interrupt... It's definitely not that I underestimated your power as kings of nothingness, but..."
William's tone without a trace of apology interrupted the tragic future depicted by the other party:
"But what you didn't do together a thousand years ago, now..."
"I know that you are stronger now than in the past."
Claw Mara also interrupted William's words, and he said in his usual tone:
"Although if you exclude the assistance of the 'Holy Spirit Disc', there is no qualitative change in the scale of your power. However, your use of magic power is beyond ordinary imagination. Whether it is the novelty of those magical techniques The use, or the use of those tools, shows a higher-level perspective as a suspected Holy Spirit. And more importantly, your actions are no longer as rigid and fatalistic as they used to be. If you follow the In the words of the mockers, you're more interesting than you were and revealed more possibilities."
Claw Mara paused for a while, while William said involuntarily:
"You keep talking, I'm listening."
The bedroom fell into a long silence.
is like asking him to reflect on what he just said.
William coughed slightly, broke the silence and asked:
"So...if I'm as strong as you think, then you still think so firmly that I'm going to die?"
"You said the opposite. It is because I saw the possibility of the future in you that I came forward to warn you now."
Claw Mara replied coldly.
William tapped his forehead with some headache, and then said directly:
"So can't you be more specific? At least tell me the reasons that will convince me... I know that the so-called 'world tree' in the center of Ravenwood on this side is Camilla's past flesh, and he intends to use this As a container for the incarnation of your own emptiness, right?"
The blurry phantom behind the veil nods almost invisible.
"Then if this is the opponent's trump card... In the past, I did defeat the incarnation of Camilla with the help of the 'Big Mother' and the 'Father of the Wild'. But you or He won't really feel that I am alone. Humans can't beat his incarnation, right?"
William asked rhetorically.
"We never felt that way."
"Then why did you say..."
William looked strange.
"I... can't tell you."
"Very well, then don't say anything, I wish you a good dream."
Hearing these words, William immediately bowed to the curtain and saluted, then turned to leave.
Needless to say, it must be an oath, oath contract, or other restrictions that cannot be said.
And he never had much to talk about with the Riddler.
"Wait a minute. If you must do that..."
Clawmara stopped him again.
"Before Camilla was born again as the Lady of Hungry, she was not an elf, but a human.
"In addition, Flaro Kane, she is special - I don't know if you have found it. The source of her divine domain level magic is not the astral world, but the souls of the entire Ravenwood tree elves as salary. Firewood burns.
"Without breaking my oath, I can only tell you this..."
(end of this chapter)
