The Realm of Dreams
A small, round sothing rolled and shifted on the tiny bed.
"......"
The small god was asleep.
She was dreaming.
Not a ridiculous, fantasy-like dream, but rather one where she revisited long-forgotten mories, mories of a distant past she should not recall.
-Why did the Constellation choose ? I'm just an incompetent Earthling. There are far more powerful races in the Tower than I.
Her past self couldn't properly answer the beloved Apostle's question.
How could she even ntion the tale of being swallowed as an octopus after accidentally entering the dream?
-You were chosen because you pleased my heart.
It wasn’t entirely a lie.
The first encounter had been an accident, but he had certainly been soone who caught her attention.
An inferior human body, far beneath the reach of Elves, Dwarves, or Beastn.
Of all humans, those from Earth were the weakest.
Most of them, without the Constellation’s choice, would simply die.
Those few Earthlings chosen by the Constellation were the tiny handful who reached Ranker status.
Thus, her decision to make this man an Apostle was by no ans ordinary.
-I...
Of course, back then, she hadn’t even guessed what would happen.
She couldn’t have known that his Apostleship would overwhelm all other Apostles of the gods and place him at the top of the Tower.
No matter how much she was with him, the journey of the man ascending the Tower was never going to be easy.
With the Constellations' intervention being limited, the only thing she could do for him was share the power of dreams.
-7-circle magic circles, two. Co, my dear.
Beyond that, all she could do was follow him in the form of a spirit and offer him advice.
He ascended with great style under those conditions.
Without any kindred spirits to assist him, and without any allies from the Constellations, he broke through countless organizations and climbed the Tower.
His ability to wield the power of dreams grew stronger.
Even she, the true master of this power, never expected he would use it in such a way.
He created endless possibilities within the form of dreams, bringing to life the world he desired within them.
No enemy could escape him.
Even when the chances of victory were slim, that world, the one he made, would beco the only reality.
-Once again, my dear! A perfect victory, beyond any doubts as the Apostle of my heart! ...My dear?
She was so caught up in celebrating his victory that she didn't realize the cost of the thods he ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) was using.
-I’ll reverse it, no matter how many tis.
The price of disturbing the fixed laws and repeating the world.
-Any number of tis.
At the top of the Tower.
He had reached the summit, where one could claim the entire universe.
Breaking through every obstacle along the way.
-What’s a primitive Earthling like you...
-It doesn’t matter. He dies here.
The foes gathered, determined to seize the top.
An alliance ford by the Apostles of nurous Constellations.
He stood alone against them.
-My dear! It’s dangerous!
-It doesn’t matter. No matter how many worlds appear, as long as I keep going, I will win.
Again.
Countless worlds repeated.
Again.
A hopeless battle against the top forces of the Tower.
Again.
Even when his neck was snapped and his flesh torn, he repeated the world.
Even if there was only one world.
There would be a world of victory.
How many worlds had repeated?
How many had turned to emptiness?
All the Apostles fell.
-It’s not... 0%...
The only one standing on that battlefield was her Apostle.
In the endless cycle, he had found the single world of victory.
-I did it, Constellation.
But she wasn’t there.
-...Constellation?
The one who should have heard his voice was gone.
The use of such power had shaken the laws of the Great Universe.
It was the price to be paid.
-No! Constellation! Constellation!!!
His voice echoed at the summit of the Tower, but no one was there to listen.
The forbidden taboo.
The price of his actions.
His final choice was...
With a start, the Dream God woke up.
She didn’t fully understand everything.
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Only fragnted mories had returned. She couldn’t rember the past.
But instinctively, she knew.
She had to stop him.
Before he made another wrong choice, she had to stop him.
That was her duty as his Constellation,
As his companion,
As the woman who loved him.
***
“Por.”
“Por?”
“Por!”
It felt strange.
I thought it would happen soon if I kept going.
Just like how I found the world I wanted amidst countless repeating worlds, I thought a world where I could crush [Avarice] would eventually co.
It had been that way when I used the power of dreams in the past.
But it wasn't like that.
The more I repeated the worlds, the further I seed to drift from the answer I was seeking.
I was supposed to sever [Avarice] through Por’s sacrifice and reclaim my identity as Temperance, but instead, I found myself obsessing over Por.
My heart grew even more closed off, becoming greedier.
Had I chosen the wrong path?
Should I have approached it differently from the start, not through Por?
Perhaps, this choice of repeating worlds with the hope that it would eventually work had been the mistake all along.
...No.
That couldn’t be right.
This was the way my previous life achieved victory.
The thod where my Constellation and I, united, would find the correct answer together.
This was the right way.
There could be no better thod than this, none that should exist.
To eternally repeat worlds, searching for the dream world I desire.
That is my task and the path I must follow.
Again, I repeat.
Has it strayed from my original intent?
Is success still out of reach?
There’s still not enough repetition.
If I repeat enough, I will reach it.
The world of answers.
So, I repeat again.
Until success is achieved.
As I lifted my hand, ready to create another world of dreams infused with power—
Clang!
The dream world surrounding shattered.
-Rian...!
A beam of light shot toward .
So warm, connected to .
It was my Constellation.
-Rian!!!!
Her small fra leapt into my arms.
I was startled but embraced her.
“C-Constellation?”
Why was my Constellation here?
She tucked her head against my shoulder.
-I missed you, Rian...
I numbly held her back.
Sothing felt off.
It felt like I had just woken from a strange dream.
All the thoughts I had been having until now seed strangely foreign.
I didn’t even recognize the from before.
What was I thinking?
-Are you okay, Rian?
“...Yes. I’m fine.”
Sohow, her voice sounded clearer than usual.
Her pure voice tickled my ears.
The stuffiness that had filled my mind was slowly fading away.
Repeat it, I thought.
It was just a matter of repetition.
Was I really thinking that?
“I’m sorry, Constellation. I wanted to show you results you’d be satisfied with.”
She had struggled with [Temperance], and I hadn’t wanted to talk to her about it.
But looking back, that thought itself was a mistake.
-From now on, don’t do that without my permission!
“Yes.”
-Promise!
“Promise.”
I linked my pinky with hers.
She smiled brightly.
Perhaps because her voice was clearer than before, she felt more intimate.
Almost like in my previous life...
Suddenly, the dream world shook violently.
“Wah!”
The world that had been repeatedly rolling with [Temperance] faltered and began to collapse.
Wait a minute!
This is bad.
In the world that had been repeating, it seed that my obsession with Por had strengthened [Avarice].
The sin that needed to be shattered was now reinforced.
If she left the dream world in this state, I couldn’t even imagine what the consequences might be.
I had to stop this.
I focused my mind.
To maintain the collapsing dream world.
But it wasn’t enough.
I couldn’t hold up a world that had already begun to collapse with my power alone.
Then, a small hand joined mine.
[The Dreamteller looks at you and smiles.]
“Constellation...”
As her hand joined, the collapse of the world slowed down drastically.
The dream world began to return to its original state.
I could finally relax.
Until I saw that ssage.
[Avarice of Temperance rises.]
[The Temperance engraved with Por stretches.]
...Huh?
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