nowing beforehand that there were members of the Revenant Church within the team. The Revenant Church would certainly realize that information about Sister Stella, a captured elite disciple who was b...Chapter 405: The World Ranchi Wants

Warden Selena turned her attention to the girl sprawled on the floor of the holding cell entrance hall on the fourth sublevel of the prison.

Selena had never experienced such a situation before, needing so much magic to construct her illusion, to present it as 【a dream destined to be impossible in reality】.

Correspondingly, such grand dreams indicate how terrible her spiritual trauma is.

"Every time I see someone less fortunate than me, it's a kind of unimaginable delight... Looks like you're today's main course."

Selena's eyes glittered with an unusual light, a mixture of joy and obsession. A subtle upward curve played on her lips, forming a smile that was both sweet and chilling.

She walked toward the great poet of love, her steps filled with ceremony, each movement like preparation before a meal.

As Selena crouched down beside the young girl, closing her eyes, she gradually immersed herself in a brand new world. The surrounding space seemed to ripple with unsteady waves.

In this moment, Selena's inner depths were completely released. She felt as if she had shed the shackles of her physical body and was conversing directly with the realm of her spirit.

When she opened her eyes again, it was a scene vastly different from the bleak entrance hall of Helrom Prison's fourth level.

She found herself floating high above the ground, and the ever-changing sky of this world displayed a kaleidoscope of colors, from the soft rose pink of dawn to the golden hues of dusk. At night, the starry sky resembled diamonds scattered on black velvet, with shooting stars occasionally streaking across it, making wishes seem instantly attainable.

Whether time flows fast or slow, the climate is always mild and pleasant. Sunlight shines through the light clouds, and a gentle breeze lifts up the fragrance of flowers and fresh air.

After arriving here for a short while, Selena naturally understood the style of this world through the magic of 【Fallen Grace】. Here, people rarely have conflicts and inequalities. Everyone follows the rules, respects each other, and tragedies rarely occur. The rest are basically no different from the real world.

"What a childish fairytale world..."

Then Selena scoffed.

She looked down with disdain. The building was a fusion of futuristic fantasy and classical nature, both a living space and a surreal work of art.

Looking around, everything is floating buildings and transparent passages. Some parts of the city seem to defy gravity, suspended in mid-air. Standing on their balconies, it feels like you could reach out and touch the stars.

Light passing through the complex architectural structure, refracting a dreamy and dazzling array of colors.

Occasionally, there are some unreal psychedelic feelings shifting between scenes, as if the gentle barrier of falling magic from the lost enchantment couldn't perfectly depict this world.

"Hee hee, watch me drive you to emotional breakdown, have a good look at your broken self."

Selena now firmly believes that those who will get lost in this umbrella-like dream are mostly fragile, pitiful creatures.

Just like that noble lady from before, the greater the inner trauma, the more beautiful and inescapable her refuge of tenderness becomes.

Watching others' dreams first takes on a ghostly observer state, without influencing the operation of their dream.

>And if one wishes to interfere, to delve into their dreams, they will be transformed into a role that is rationalized, and thus able to begin interacting with the dreamer.

After breaking through the barrier of dreams.

Selena's form materialized as well, appearing in another location.

She found herself transformed into a maid in a mansion, holding a tray and teacups.

Looking ahead, on the spacious balcony of the second floor of the mansion, a young figure sat in front of a canvas, holding a paintbrush in his hand.

The world around him seemed to breathe in sync with his brushstrokes, each stroke mirroring the surrounding scenery.

The young man seemed to have noticed her, tilting his head slightly and offering her a simple greeting.

Only then did one see, the young man had raven hair and gentle green eyes.

Strange.

Selena thought.

The girl lying on the ground should be a black-haired girl, but the look in her eyes is like that of a beautiful young man.

The youth's existence seemed like the core of this world. His brushstrokes effortlessly sketched the dazzling cityscape, yet also appeared serene and detached.

His paintings seem to be unbound by the constraints of this world, rather, it is this world that follows his will, striving to keep up with his art.

Though at first glance Selena couldn't tell what was going on beneath the surface of this young man's heart, she wasn't in a hurry to probe. She was very adept at parsing someone's dream space.

Selena stepped forward.

How long will the young master keep painting here

She placed the teacup on a small round table not far from the young man, then folded her tray and hands before her chest, standing aside, and asked with a smile.

"I don't know either."

The young man spoke leisurely, not at all concerned about the passing of time.

"……"

Selena maintained a smile.

My heart was filled with a playful anticipation.

He's truly a fool who can't extricate himself from the land of tenderness.

Even this ordinary tranquility can satisfy him.

"Does the young master have a woman he wants to meet today The weather is so nice, I think it might be more suitable for a date"

Selena stood near the boy and whispered.

In the gentle embrace of falling, as long as you entice him to call out the person most important to his heart, you will surely find the flaw in his deepest core.

This is also the person who can hurt him the most.

"They should each be doing their own thing: one retired, one at a family gathering, and one focused on her career."

The young man pondered for a moment, then answered.

"No, as long as you're willing, I can definitely bring her to you and arrange your schedule for today."

Selena hinted.

Although, but.

How is there even a retirement plan

Is dating older women really interesting

"No."

The boy seemed indifferent, not looking back.

…"

Selena was silent for a moment.

Selena felt that this guy did have some unusual feelings towards the three women, but he didn't seem to want to possess them. He just hoped they would be happy.

What about the man

She hesitated for a moment, then asked again.

You probably can't find him.

The boy replied.

"…"

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Selena wanted to curse, but she held back.

Why would she claim in her dreams that she couldn't find any trace of him

How much contempt do you truly feel for people

It seems this fellow's psychic wounds are indeed none of our concern.

Then it must be related to certain events and experiences.

"Does the young master hope for something good to happen today"

Selena continued the conversation in a cheerful and pleasant tone.

Talking to this guy is a bit tiring, his answers are off-topic and never give you what you want.

But when probing into others' dreams, the most important thing is patience.

She knew that this more direct hint carried a higher risk of making the other person realize they were dreaming, but when facing this particular dilemma, bluntness was the best approach.

Selena was very confident that she could find a clue today and then enjoy watching this guy completely crack.

I hope for world peace.

"...."

Selena stood quietly for a long time.

"Excuse me, young master, I'll be right back."

She walked out of the room to a place where sound wouldn't carry back in.

"!!! !!!!!!"

She called out three times in a row before she could catch her breath, leaning against the wall. She adjusted her expression and posture again, making a valiant effort to act like a maid, and returned to the room.

(The End)

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