Nighttime in these dangerous waters would connect the dreams of all living creatures!
And any creature that didn’t sleep would lack the necessary protection, as their Soul Bodies weren’t in the dream. As such, they would suffer an unknown attack.
As for why such an attack would lead to one’s disappearance and not instant death, Klein, who hadn’t actually experienced it, had no grounds for speculation.
As his thoughts raced, Klein retracted his gaze from Cattleya’s body, recasting them onto the magnificent city on the opposite cliff. He thought out of curiosity.
He observed for a few seconds before asking, “What is its name?”
Cattleya stared ahead in a daze as she spoke as though she was in a reverie, “No idea… There will be a chance of seeing it every time we enter the dream, but it’s impossible to approach.
“She said that it resembles the Great Twilight Hall in Feysac.
“She likely has her own guesses, but she has never told me.”
He believed that the Future wouldn’t leave these waters anytime soon. He would definitely encounter more nights and enter this dream world several times. Therefore, to defend against any accidents and to obtain intel, it was necessary for him to explore the area.
And the exploration no doubt needed a partner.
Cattleya remained sitting there, hugging her knees. Her tone remained ethereal as she said, “Not interested.”
Thinking of how Gehrman Sparrow also had his side of not being afraid of dirt and hardship, he came to a realization. He quickly made a guess.
“Not going,” Cattleya didn’t hesitate to reply, but she never shook her head. “I’ll be here waiting! Waiting!”
He didn’t waste any more time and turned to leap off the boulder.
Klein’s feet stepped on the ground as he subconsciously looked back.
Cattleya remained sitting there hugging her knees. There wasn’t anyone around, and the congealed sunset from the city opposite her shone over, producing a long shadow for her, blending with one of the shadows produced by withered trees.
A gentle mountain breeze blew as the black figure gently shook. Cattleya didn’t move as she stubbornly waited on the spot.
He discovered that regardless of the direction he took, he would end up at the black buildings formed from the cloisters. There was a towering wall that isolated it from the cliff. No matter how the exploration was made, one had to pass by the cloister unless once jumped down the cliff.
Since there was no other choice, Klein went directly to the pitch-black door of the cloister.
The door was nearly ten meters tall, and it didn’t look like it was prepared for human use. Klein sized it up for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and extended his hands to push at the ends of the door.
A creaking sound followed. The door’s weight far exceeded Klein’s imagination. His muscles bulged as his face flushed red. Yet, he was only able to move the door by a tiny bit without being able to push it open.
In the midst of dark green sparkles, he obtained the strength of a Zombie. His arm turned thicker as his legs swelled.
A deep grinding sound boomed as the door slowly opened to reveal its interior.
The two dark spires and the black buildings were connected by covered bridges as they surrounded a vast grayish-rock square.
There were plenty of holes in the square. Embedded in them were huge arrows. There were flaming stacks in various spots as if they had previously encountered an attack.
Klein passed through the cave’s entrance and entered the square. Unsurprisingly, he saw Frank Lee, Nina, Ottolov, and company there.
Frank Lee was the closest to him. He was holding a shovel and digging at some rubble. Beside him were the white bread, toast, and roasted fish which had previously fallen to the floor.
Frank didn’t stop, but he revealed a smile.
“I’m cultivating some little things. They need to sleep in the soil for some time before they can grow big and proliferate.”
“What’s their use?” Klein asked, both worried and curious.
Frank beamed and said, “They’re a crossbreed of fungus. It can make bulls produce milk. This way, we can obtain more milk, allowing more people to drink good milk.”
“There’s no problems with the effects, but I’m very worried that they can’t reproduce,” Frank said with a frown.
Along the way, he passed by Nina and Navigator Ottolov, who were drinking beside a collapsed pillar.
“Have you ever thought of leaving the pirate crew after you’re older to find a man to marry and settle down? I don’t think anyone wishes to drift out at sea their entire lives.” Ottolov took off his pointed bonnet and revealed his slightly hoary hair.
His eyes and tone informed Klein that in between the lines, he meant: if you wish so, why not consider me?
Nina gulped a mouthful of beer and looked in a particular direction.
“No, that’s not the life I wish to lead.
“Before joining you, I once attempted to settle down in the east coast of Feysac and not be a pirate again, but I was unable to bear with the boredom. I have to lug wood and move things every day, and I can only stay at home at night. I’m not allowed to go to the bar or go out hunting in the wilderness. Such a life seems constant and unchanging! Furthermore, I suffered all kinds of criticism, tolerating those irritating people. I have to worry about the cops even if I wished to beat them up!
“It’s still better on the ship. Although it’s boring most of the time, we can often go to different places and encounter different matters. Heh heh. Even the most boring times can wreck those fellows, training them into passable pirates. I can also tell them that the one who performs the best every month can spend the night in my room. Then, I’ll watch them excitedly enjoy the torment. Of course, spending the night and having sex are different. It depends on my mood.”
Subconsciously, he turned his head and realized that the shadows in the corner seemed normal, but there was something different about it.
Amidst the grinding sounds, his gaze suddenly froze.
Behind the door was a vast hall which had two rows of stone pillars supporting it.
The hall was abnormally dark without any candlelight. As the main door opened, the light from outside shone in, lighting up the interior to make it clear.
Klein saw that there were murals of various colors, with gold being the main color of choice on the dome. They were connected to one another without any gaps. It gave him a magnificent and sacred feeling.
A figure had its back facing Klein, using the axe in its hand to chop at a long and huge tree; its motives were unknown.
The figure was dressed in a white shirt and a black vest. It didn’t look like any of the pirates on the ship.
It was a man who looked young. He had blond short hair that was split seventy-thirty. His emerald-green eyes looked focused and serious.
“What are you doing? What is this place?” Klein carefully asked.
He intuitively believed that the person wasn’t the owner of the mysterious eyes.
The young man raised his hand to touch his earlobes without turning his head.
“Why are you asking these questions? My ship has sunk, and I’m busy making a canoe for myself. I don’t have time to speak to you.”
“…”
Klein thought before asking, “Who are you?”
“Who am I? I’m the unlucky Anderson. Ever since I saw that mural, I’ve been plagued with bad luck.” The young man pointed in a direction.
Tracing his finger, Klein saw a mural.
The mural depicted a sea of fire that split in the middle to produce a path.
On the path, there was a long line of people. The members either held their heads low with pious devotion or prostrated to the ground. Their destination was in the depths of the sea.
Their leader was a lanky man with long silver hair. His facial features were mild and his eyes were tightly closed. On his back were layered wings.
He recognized the leader on the mural!
It was the Angel of Fate which Little Sun had once depicted!
It was the Tail Devourer, Ouroboros!
