Capítulo 912: Chapter 330: The Biggest Drear (Part 2)
The Hero, who quietly listened, did not try to keep her, but instead thoughtfully touched his smooth chin.
The Nether Sea Dream moved after a long absence, just after she stepped onto the stage…
Although the connection was not yet clear, it nevertheless gave a sense of inevitability.
After all, the Nether Sea Dream was inherently linked to the Wandering Theater.
The Knowledge Hunters, while analyzing the Moon Sea Ruins and tracing the origin of nightmares, unexpectedly discovered the hints of the Wandering Theater along the way.
But on the other hand, both the Wandering Theater and the Nether Sea Dream were entities that operated on a higher dinsion, which ordinary people couldn’t even recognize, let alone capture their traces.
Even the Black Dream Key, specialized in the Dream Realm, couldn’t gather more intelligence in the Holy City.
However, upon hearing such ominous news, the Hero felt little anxiety in her heart.
Although she had already left the Alien Machinery City, the initiative was still in her hands.
Despite being wary of the Strength of the Divine Domain and not confronting the Wandering Theater directly, it was tantamount to clearing a stage and replacing it with her own setup.
As long as the theater wished for the plot to continue, it had to revolve around the “stage” she left behind.
All she needed to do was remain unchanged to accommodate the changes.
And now, her primary task was—
‘Have breakfast.’
“Hmm, have breakfast first!”
Nodding vigorously, she affird the response of another self, and the Hero changed into a dress and headed to the dining hall.
[Hero’s Next Actions—]
1.5. Dusk Prayer
2.6. Actor’s Self-Cultivation
3.7. Visit the First Princess
4.8. Receive the Imperial Ambassador
9. Practice Piano (R Interruption)
10. Critical Success/Extre Failure
D10=2
♛: Actor’s Self-Cultivation
[Hero’s Acting (Tactics 15)]
D85 15=72
[Nightmare Sage’s Acting (Humanoid 20)]
D80 20=76
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
“Hmm, today’s test results are also very healthy.” Glancing at the report in his hand, the doctor smiled gently, “With this, you can be discharged in a few days.”
“Thank you, doctor!”
Upon hearing this, the slender girl with black hair down to her waist imdiately blood with a radiant smile, making those who saw her return a warm gaze.
“Then I’ll go inform your parents afterward, they’ll be delighted to hear the news.”
[Girl’s Family Background (Intensive Care 50, 80 as City Lord’s Lineage)]
D50 50=78
“Yes! Then I’ll head back to the ward first!”
The girl responded sweetly, jumping off the examination table and leaving the consulting room lightly.
However, at the mont she stepped out the door, that smile suddenly vanished, turning cold enough to feel like she had beco a different person.
“Playing house with humans… truly botherso.”
Those words, uttered lowly, were as piercing as a cold wind.
But when footsteps approached, her expression imdiately beca vibrant, with a cheerful smile reappearing on her face. She began walking and leaping as if she were truly recovering her health and loving the world once more.
“Don’t run in the corridor!”
The voice of the nurse behind her carried helplessness and tolerance, to which she joyfully waved her hand.
“Okay~”
Upon returning to her single-person ward and closing the door, her smile faded once again, leaving her expressionless.
To others, she was rely a girl awakened from years of coma, a miracle brought back from the brink of death by her parents’ love and money.
But only she herself knew what kind of existence she used to be…
The girl—or rather, the reincarnated Nightmare Sage, walked straight to the bedside and sat down, gazing at her skinny, skeletal arms with visible veins, and sighed slightly complicatedly.
“Is this the human body we dread of… it’s really inconvenient.”
It’s been nearly a week since she awoke from her vegetative state.
Although Alien Machinery City’s prowess in healing magic is not as developed as the Kingdom’s, its production developnt of nutritional supplents isn’t lagging behind.
With her parents’ cost-no-object investnt of money, she quickly recovered from the weakened state caused by long-term coma, making it impossible for anyone to see that this girl had been asleep on a hospital bed for nearly several years.
Nevertheless, in the eyes of the forr fantasy species, this body is still too weak, not even as strong as the most ordinary Goblin.
Carrying limited Magic Power, unable to transform shape or turn into an incorporeal state, let alone freely travel through dreams, she must feed, sleep, breathe, and age just like a mortal.
This was a body wholly shackled by material, purely flesh and blood.
The parents of this body seed to be well-known prosthetic body manufacturers in this city, ranking among the city’s best, reportedly related to the City Lord’s lineage.
But that’s likely just distant relatives not even on the genealogy, at least from her self-assessnt, this body lacks significant Magician Talent, not even qualifying as material for Human Transformation Potion.
‘Human Transformation Potion… Saintess!’
And at the thought of the event that led her to this plight, the Nightmare Girl involuntarily gritted her silver teeth.
Although the true slayer of the Nightmare Sage was the Border Sergeant, the Hero hadn’t even directly battled it.
But the root of everything, all the obsession, undoubtedly converged on that girl.
To escape the nightmare, flee the Land of Dead Dreams, and allow the Nightmare Clan to genuinely enter this vibrant, possibility-filled Material Realm, the forr Nightmare Sage had indeed exhausted her efforts, pondering day and night.
Ultimately, she relied on Prediction Magic to pinpoint a lost wisdom of the ancients: the recipe for Human Transformation Potion.
It could let Magic Creatures below fantasy species possess a Humanoid form, though the crafting steps were cumberso, yet it was undoubtedly a miracle elixir.
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