Chapter 275
The Keybearer suddenly raised her left hand, gently stroking the ring on her right middle finger. A burst of green light erupted around her, slicing through the air like a blade.
In an instant, the wooden table on the altar shattered into fragments, dissolving into purple mist, and even the ground was cleaved into countless pieces as if it were tofu.
Boom—
The entire space shattered into purple fog, and suddenly, the Keybearer opened her eyes.
Luxurious wool carpets, exquisite solid wood furniture, soft sofas, and intricate crystal chandeliers—this was the very room she had just been in!
The Keybearer turned sharply to face the Faceless Girl, who was holding a glowing orb, her own hands shimmering with silver light.
Rip—
Countless wounds appeared on the Faceless Girl’s body, even her clothes were torn apart.
“From the very first time the ‘Dream Sphere’ exploded, you’ve already dragged me into your dream, haven’t you?”
A twisted smile spread across the Keybearer’s face, her head nodding in a sickly manner.
She was laughing in anger.
Truly laughing in anger.
A rookie “Dream Thief” had managed to outsmart her on their very first use of power.
Even the initial clumsiness and inexperience were mimicked perfectly, without a single flaw.
But upon reflection, could such a genius “Instigator” really be completely ignorant of a “Dream Thief’s” abilities? Especially considering that her team had two “Dream Thieves” among them.
Surely, she must have sought to understand the “Dream Thief’s” powers?
“Well, well, well.”
The Keybearer laughed in a twisted manner, a grotesque expression spreading across her left cheek. She could even see a phantom double of herself in front of her. Coldly, she said, “So you went straight for a double dream on the first try… You really are a genius, indeed a genius.”
“But… this is where it ends.”
Swoosh—
Before her, the girl’s head was cleaved open, her spine sliced cleanly, yet no blood flowed from her body, as if all the blood had been locked inside.
This was the Keybearer, using the transparent thin blade of a sealing object to block her bleeding.
In the sacrifice of the dream within a dream, the girl’s blood was required; she had to use the girl’s blood to avoid any mistakes.
“Ha…”
The Keybearer snorted coldly, looking at the girl’s corpse. She reached out, grabbing the back of the corpse’s neck, lifting her head, and walked toward the door.
Having learned how the girl controlled that archbishop, the Keybearer could replicate that ability.
Even the incantation for summoning the new blood array that the girl had wanted to invoke in the dream was already etched in her mind.
And the Faceless Girl could no longer stop her.
…
A carriage stopped at the entrance of the Bell Tower Church. The blood-stained Keybearer dragged a bloodied sack through the police cordon and pushed open the church door.
“Lord… Xia’er?”
Tala looked at the Keybearer and spoke.
At this moment, the Keybearer still wore a twisted expression, but the aura emanating from her perfectly mimicked that of the Faceless Girl, even the aura of the cult’s archbishop was not spared.
This was the “Instigator” ability enhanced by the “Subverter.” While it couldn’t change her appearance, it could perfectly simulate an aura.
Thanks to the Faceless Girl’s frequent changes in appearance, she didn’t have to waste time altering her looks… and even if the “Coroner” or “Newborn” came to examine her, they wouldn’t be able to change her appearance; the corruption of the potion had seeped into her very bones.
Following the girl’s earlier actions, the Keybearer began to control Tala, instructing her to gather the extraordinary beings.
Preaching, bloodletting, drawing the new blood array, even keeping the archbishop named Tala behind—she perfectly replicated all the girl’s actions in the dream.
Very well…
Everything in reality was proceeding in an orderly fashion, and the Keybearer’s expression gradually relaxed.
She looked at the blood array she had set up and slowly began to recite the new incantation.
The blood array flickered with a crimson glow.
It’s done… this time, it’s really done…
Just as a smile began to form at the corners of the Keybearer’s mouth, the blood-red glow in front of her flickered once more.
What… why?
Why?
The Keybearer looked at the girl’s corpse, which she had thrown into the blood array, stuffed in the sack.
Whoosh—
A rush of wind sounded as a green, translucent scythe tore through the sack, revealing the corpse inside.
The body was right there; why wasn’t the blood array activating? She had felt the resonance of the spirit, sensed the response from the Otherworld.
The Otherworld… rejected her?
No, that’s impossible. She could do it as an “Instigator.” I’m a “Subverter,” how could this happen?
Her bloodshot eyes frantically scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, she pulled out a small knife and decisively sliced off her left pinky finger. The sharp pain shot through her hand.
This pain… is right.
No blood flowed from her wound, but the green gemstone ring on her right hand glowed brighter.
Buzz—
Several almost solid green scythes whirled around her at an invisible speed, swiftly cutting through everything around her. Finally, as all the seemingly real objects flew into chaos, she caught sight of a wisp of dissipating purple mist…
A triple dream?!
How is that possible?!
Impossible!!!
The Keybearer’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets, the crimson pupils in her right eye swirling with blood, revealing deep-seated fear.
Yes, she was finally afraid.
A triple dream… was impossible. When did she drag me into the dream?
Was it during the initial explosion of the dream sphere?
No, that’s impossible. If it started from there, dragging me to construct the dream would be a double, exiting the double dream to enter the first dream and then dragging me back into the double dream…
That’s too complicated; it’s beyond human comprehension! It’s not something a human can accomplish!
Absolutely not from that dream sphere explosion…
Suddenly, the Keybearer recalled how many times the Faceless Girl had looked at her pocket watch.
The first time she looked at the watch was when she had finished drawing the blood array, turning back to seek her opinion and seeing the watch.
The second time was when she realized the blood array had failed and knew she had been played, turning back to see the watch again.
The first glance at the watch meant she had already entered the first layer of the dream, and the second time, realizing she had been tricked, meant she had actually entered the second layer of the dream.
Just now, she had broken through the second layer of the dream, and now she was still in the first layer of the dream!
She hadn’t gone anywhere; she was still in reality, still inside the Bell Tower Church!
With all the clues falling into place, a manic smile spread across the Keybearer’s face.
Even if everything was simulated so realistically, even the pain and the severed finger were perfectly replicated, the dream could not deceive her.
She was the “Subverter”! No dream could ever fool her!
“You can’t fool me! You can’t fool me! You can’t! How could you possibly succeed!”
The Keybearer rushed into the blood array below, yanking the tattered sack open, sending body parts and blood flying.
In that chaotic mess of flesh and blood, she saw a pale right hand, stained with a bit of blood, holding that silver pocket watch.
And the eyeball embedded in the girl’s eye socket, with its pink pupil slightly turning, gazed at the frenzied Keybearer.
“Do you still want to trick me? Do you still want to trick me?!”
The Keybearer raised her leg and stomped down on the girl’s eyeball.
Crack—
Even the sensation of the eyeball bursting beneath her foot felt so real, as if the girl had truly crushed someone’s face, exploding their eye.
Everything before the Keybearer dissolved into a pale purple mist, and she gasped violently, laughing maniacally.
“Hahaha… Hahaha!!!”
Once she got out, the first thing she would do was kill that girl!!!
The Keybearer suddenly opened her eyes, blood vessels nearly covering her entire eyeball, and the double vision before her intensified, the buzzing and screaming in her mind intertwining, tearing at her head.
This was definitely real… that rookie “Dream Thief” couldn’t simulate this level of contamination…
What came into view was the familiar decor.
Luxurious wool carpets, exquisite solid wood furniture, soft sofas, and intricate crystal chandeliers—standing before her was the red-haired beauty, smiling at her, holding a silver pocket watch—she had returned to this room.
“Hahaha!!! You can’t fool me; we’re right here in the Bell Tower Church!!!”
Table of Contents
