Realizing that Xitan Pulan seed to know nothing, Bofis furrowed her brows in frustration and knocked on her head, "This is troubleso, eh? If I have to start from the beginning... I can’t quite rember these things either..."
"Well, you could probably understand it as... all the history of this world being stored in the ’Dream World.’ The Dream World is a fragnt of the world that exists only as information, closely connected to our world. The so-called ’nightmares’ are a small part of the history in the Dream World, projected through people’s souls as a cornerstone, and painted or filled in using curses as pignts."
"Curse energy... is not a very good source of power. It uses curses as a dium of transmission, extracting and preserving power from deep within the earth’s veins as energy."
"...Wouldn’t the Grave-Mother bother you then?"
Xitan Pulan couldn’t help but ask.
This sounds vaguely like... demonic bladders...
Do you also take the planet as a boat?
However, Bofis shook her head, "What we extract is not the energy of the earth, but rather sothing even deeper than the earth... the edge of the world. First, we collect curse dust through the curse energy windmills, and after special treatnt, we inject the solid curse dust deep into the depths of the earth..."
As she spoke, she seed to realize sothing and suddenly stopped talking.
But Xitan Pulan roughly understood her aning.
It’s about a very unstable energy source with strong pollution, right...
"What about the Specin Preservation Library?"
Xitan Pulan spoke gently, smoothly changing the awkward topic from before.
As expected, Bofis slowly and seriously said, "The Specin Preservation Library is where a segnt of history is artificially projected down... creating nightmares that can be preserved for a long ti.
"We, the people of Auster, once used curse energy extensively. Just as you said, the Grave-Mother, Lady Silence, and Mr. Radiance all tried to stop us. But back then... when we finally realized, it was too late, we had absorbed far too many curses. Our civilization could no longer continue.
"But we intended to leave sothing behind. Books weren’t lasting enough, and stone tablets and crystals would be destroyed. We eventually chose this thod to replace written records... preserving our complete history in batches."
"And to create a nightmare that could exist eternally, we needed enough ’Silver Souls’ as fulcrums..."
Bofis gently opened her hands.
Her eyes held so lancholy.
"...I was supposed to be one of those fulcrums."
She said softly, "If everything had gone smoothly, I wouldn’t have been left here alone for over a thousand years. I was supposed to be a sacrificer, the nursery for nightmares, the cornerstone of history...
"But now I... I alone..."
Bofis crouched down slowly, wrapped her arms around her knees, and murmured softly with her head lowered:
"I alone... were left behind. I was too lucky, yet too unlucky...
"—Only I, did not die."
Bofis’s voice was very light and faint.
It was as if everyone had agreed to commit suicide, but in the end, only she herself had survived.
With her murmur, Xitan Pulan saw so strange, indescribable, naless spiritual bodies... rising from the ruins-like sapphire-blue rocks around them.
They were not like her own or Bofis’s spirits, which had nearly identical appearances to their physical bodies.
So looked like large chunks of blueberry-flavored Wang○○Q candy, others like stretched-out rice cakes.
The pale blue spiritual bodies were extrely thin and long. They had neither hands nor feet... but they did have many heads, and very slender "necks."
There were so with two heads, so with three, so with five, so with seven, so with eleven... and their heights varied from three or four ters to more than twenty ters.
Those heads and bodies were connected by translucent blue tentacles.
The taller the "seaweed," the more heads it had.
However, the number of heads always seed to be a pri number.
...Like an upside-down giraffe with many strange legs.
Xitan Pulan suddenly ca up with a marvelous simile in his mind.
And in each group of "giraffes," those heads were whispering to the others from within the sa group, speaking a language Xitan Pulan couldn’t understand.
At that mont, Xitan Pulan suddenly realized... an entry-level influence called "Whisper of Elegance" had inexplicably appeared upon him.
...Although the Wizards couldn’t see, were there actually these special Spiritual Body creatures everywhere within these ruins?
It seed that these Spiritual Bodies only floated up from the ground because of Bofis’s emotions. If it weren’t for the Pale Body, one probably wouldn’t be able to see them at all. They could only sense that the bluish glow seed to be flowing across the ground...
Looking at these bizarre Spiritual Bodies, Xitan Pulan nervously bit his own right thumb.
...This is bad, very bad.
The "gyo-gyo" swaying spiritual heads, like seaweed, not only failed to scare him but oddly made him find them a bit... cute.
It must be an issue of filters and color sches.
If it weren’t for this beautiful blue-green color combination that resembled a fairyland, and the hazy twinkling light. If the environnt and these "seaweed heads" were all replaced with black and red sticky textures, even Xitan Pulan would feel a bit scared.
Right now, he really wanted to touch the "seaweed heads" to see if they were springy or soft...
Randomly reaching out to touch them would certainly make other players think he’s insane...
What to do if he wanted to take these ho too—
But before that...
"Can you leave with , Bofis?"
Xitan Pulan cleared his throat and squatting down, he whispered to Bofis, whose mood had suddenly turned gloomy.
Missions, influences, teammates... by raising Bofis’s favorability, even taking Bofis away with him, couldn’t he get everything?
This was indeed a solution for eternal peace! (With emphasis)
Upon hearing this, Bofis instantly raised her head.
Her face was all smiles, nowhere near the verge of crying from before. "Of course there is a way! After all, you are a follower of the Pale Princess!
"When you get the Divine Art called ’Dance Partner,’ you must co back for ! I’m really great!"
...Can she fake cry too?
Oh no, why does she seem even cuter now...
"...I will definitely co back!"
Xitan Pulan, following his own desires, responded with unwavering determination.
So a Priest of the Pale Princess could indeed have ghostly pets for followers...
He really hadn’t worshiped the wrong deity!
This entity called the Pale Princess... She sure knows her stuff!
Even though he had never t the Pale Princess or heard the voice of his worshipped deity and still didn’t know what the Pale Princess looked like... Xitan Pulan inexplicably ford a more favorable opinion of this convenient deity allotted to him.
Just like the sense of common ground he felt when discussing inappropriate r18g content with online friends.
Sohow he felt... the Pale Princess was a comrade!
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