Chapter 807: Chapter 644: The Goddess Whose Essence Qi Was Also Extracted
Chun could finally draw a conclusion: "Granny, Liya must be waiting for us to rescue her, and she also knows we’re coming to save her!"
The old woman laughed. "Exactly. A girl also needs to bravely and timely express her feelings. Otherwise, if no one can tell whether she’s friend or foe, it becomes quite hard to handle."
Chun felt very gratified. "But as for how to actually save her, we still have to find her and ask her. Otherwise, if we really go straight into an all‑out war with the Flower Spirit... the Dream God, we might end up alerting the forces that are plotting against her, and that would be bad."
The old woman nodded. "Right. We should first observe this Dream God’s movements. It’s been over a thousand years, and this Flower Spirit has actually become a god—harder to deal with than I imagined. So we absolutely have to rely on Liya’s strength."
Mina said, "I can still feel this Dream God’s aura of fear, so it’s still there."
So they just had to wait. Overall, this newly opened Nightmare space and the neighboring Ice Snow World felt like they were separated by a thin, blurry sheet of paper, or like a mouse burrowing under a carpet.
After waiting about a few minutes, Mina finally let out a breath. "Seems like... I can’t sense it anymore. It’s gone."
The old woman said, "Good. That strong sense of disharmony has vanished. Let’s try opening a Nightmare Passage."
Mina got fired up. "Watch me..."
Though they said "watch her," in the end this was still a space being opened on the fourth layer of the Dream Realm. The actual effect was no different from digging underground, more like a mouse forcing its way through the carpet under immense pressure.
Mina spent a full hour before finally arriving at the castle’s fireplace room. Once here, her Nightmare Passage couldn’t go through the wall anymore. As for why? Probably something to do with the game’s modeling—you can’t just clip through models, right? Even ghosts can’t just walk through walls whenever they feel like it...
But Mina made a discovery. "There’s a crack in the window!"
The old woman said, "Exactly. In an environment like this, the window should be coated in thick ice, and any gaps should be completely sealed. This crack must have been caused by that fire just now. Liya not only drew the Dream God’s attention away, she also opened a path for us."
Chun was genuinely impressed by Liya’s coordination. "Then let’s hurry in..."
So the Vine poked its head out from the Nightmare space and slipped into the crack, passing through the window. They saw Liya still sleeping, but it finally wasn’t the exact same scene anymore: not only was the fireplace burning, there were scattered flower petals and leaves turned to ash, charred bits of wood, and Liya’s posture was no longer so proper.
So Liya’s move was some kind of "killing in a dream" Fireball arson inside the dream?
Anyway, it was 4 a.m. in game time, and time was tight. They repeated the previous four steps again, heading for the fifth layer.
Just as Chun’s group was traveling through the Dream Passage, a female voice sounded: "Over here!"
A branch passage appeared!
Huh? That sounded like Liya’s voice!
So they took the side path.
The scene changed, and Chun’s group appeared in a black room that looked like a dungeon.
A woman with a smoking hot figure, holding a whip, wearing black thigh‑high boots, appeared, wearing what looked like a Mary mask!
This!?
The woman took off the mask, and it was Liya!!
This!!!
Liya asked, "Chun, is that you?"
She called me by name! We’re not that close, but she shouted like we were old buddies!
Chun and the old woman stepped out from the Vine. As for Mina—the Giant Dragon’s body was too big; this cell just couldn’t fit her.
Liya exclaimed, "It really is you!"
Chun cleared his throat. "Miss Liya, you... why are you... like this?"
Liya said, "I’m playing the role of a jailer Banshee. The fact that you and this lady managed to get here means both of you are extremely capable and remarkable. I want to know: how much do you know?"
Testing me? Fine, showing off grades is the easiest way for a top student to conquer a female classmate, right?
Chun got excited. "There are four potted flowers in your bedroom; they’re Flower Spirits with over a thousand years of history, offerings from the Empire’s Royal Family... So we think you’ve got Royal Family blood, at a goddess‑level. Those four flower pots are either suppressing your power or outright harming you. So, I came to check it out."
Liya sighed. "Actually, the day before yesterday, I received a letter, and I knew someone had played a major role. Yesterday morning, I sensed a fluctuation in the Barrier in my bedroom, and I knew fate might be turning. So today I deliberately waited, forcing myself to keep a sliver of clear consciousness while sleeping—did you hear the conversation in my bedroom?"
Having your achievements recognized to your face feels insanely good! But changing the topic so suddenly?
Chun wiped at imaginary sweat. "I heard it. You were talking about the Demonic Puppet."
Should I tell her now that the Demonic Puppet is my person?
Liya said, "I actually have many locations for confidential discussions; I don’t have to use my bedroom. The reason I chose that room is because I needed to break my monotonous routine and make tonight different from usual—that’s how I kept myself conscious."
So that’s it! Her situation is actually like Remia’s butler—the butler’s life was so repetitive that his memories overlapped and got muddled...
Liya asked again, "Exactly because I stayed conscious, I made a move just now. Did that help you much?"
Chun was very moved. "It helped a lot. If you hadn’t drawn the Dream God’s attention away, I probably wouldn’t have made it here. But... will this affect you, Miss?"
Liya smiled. "When a goddess sleeps, she sometimes stretches her legs or arms and releases a bit of Magic. Totally normal, right?"
Is that normal?
Chun decided to get straight to the point. "Then, what exactly is your situation, Miss? What do you need me to do?"
Liya said solemnly, "You were right that I have Royal Family blood. But the goddess isn’t me. I’m just the personified facade of the goddess—you can think of me as a human Clone. The real goddess is outside this cell; she’s my childhood self, absorbed in a fairy tale book, and she constructed this stage where a Princess is captured by the Demon King and waits for a Warrior to rescue her. The four Dream Gods are playing the Demon King. As for me, this jailer—this role was never in the script. I realized something was wrong and snuck into the play, but I don’t dare leave this cell, or the Four Demon Kings of the Flower God might discover me."
Chun asked in shock, "What did you notice was wrong, Miss?"
Liya said in a low voice, "You were right that these four Dream Gods are suppressing my goddess‑level power. But they’re also harming me—you were right about that too. The Empire isn’t just siphoning off the Ancient Tree God’s Essence Qi; they’re siphoning my goddess Essence Qi as well! But the goddess and I have tacitly stuck to the fairy‑tale script, pretending we don’t know anything. Because the moment we openly rebel against these four Flower Gods, it becomes a public rebellion against the Empire!"
Holy Shit!
Chun asked in shock, "So openly killing these four Dream Gods won’t do—we have to resist in secret?"
Liya sighed. "Exactly! That’s why I sneaked into the script—to guide the so‑called legendary protagonist here so we can discuss how to resist in the shadows. If we can’t find a way... then there’s really no point. I’ll quietly send you out, and we can slowly think of something later. Or... I’ll calmly accept this fate."
