Trafficked: Reborn Heir's Revenge Chapter 74: The Nightmare of Identity

Chapter 74: The Nightmare of Identity......The mont Oliver tore the mission paper in half, reality folded in on itself.He felt a sudden lurch, like his body had been dropped from a mountain peak. The familiar textures of the Dream Realm peeled away like skin, and in their place ca suffocating darkness. His feet hit the ground, or sothing like it, with a sharp jolt.A haunting gong rang through the air.Above him, glowing letters appeared in red, suspended in the void:[Mission Initiated>Rescue the Fallen Star: A child of the Twilight Kin has been captured by Hollowed Dream Cultists. Save her before her mind is devoured.>Ti Remaining: 8 minutes 43 seconds.]The letters vanished in a slow, ember-like drift.Oliver looked around. The air was thick and moist, as if the sky itself was decaying and polluting the land below.He stood at the edge of a charred, lifeless forest. The trees here were twisted into shapes that felt like they should not exist, their branches bent like limbs trying to reach out and strangle the stars above.Ahead was a clearing, lit in flickers by torchlight. The sound hit him next.Chants. Screams. The cracking of wood and the snarls of what Oliver could only call mad zealots.He crept forward through the warped foliage. As he stepped through the final barrier of trees, the scene before him caused him to pause.A massive X-shaped wooden cross stood tall in the center of a dirt clearing. Nailed to one side was a pale, regal elven woman. Her clothes were shredded, her silver hair matted with blood. But even in suffering, she so how held herself with a strange kind of dignity.On the other side of the cross, nailed at the ankles and wrists, was a small girl. She had dark hair and dark skin, but not as dark as the others. Her hair was long, and while she was beautiful in her own right—inheriting one of the most famous traits of elves, she currently looked like a fearful terrible ss. Oliver had seen her before, back at the shores when they had only just arrived. Oliver did not know her na. Only the na that was given to her by the slave masters.A222.Oliver could see the confusion in her eyes. Her small chest heaved with panicked breaths. Tears streaked the gri and blood on her cheeks. She was shaking. It was not from the cold, but from sothing primal. Terror.Surrounding them were dozens of dark elves. Except that their faces were all wrong.Their faces were distorted, like they had been dragged out of a painting by cruel hands. Eyes where mouths should be, skin that shimred and peeled like spoiled fruit. And every single one held a torch.They scread at her, spat on her, cursed her existence."Half-blood filth!""Your mother laid with a lesser being!""Blight on our royal veins!""Offer her to the Rotten Harvest!" The voices beca one ugly cacophony, rising in volu until it no longer sounded like language, but a war drum of hatred.It ca from everywhere.A giant Rotten tree lood at the far end of the clearing, just behind A222 and her mother. Black roots coiled around its trunk like snakes, and from its branches hung faces—lting, shrieking, whispering. This was the representation for the Elf God of Rotten Harvest, and it pulsed with hungry malice."That's not good!" The Elf God of Rotten harvest was not the best for worship out there. In fact, in a sacrifice to him, the subject considered an abomination was usually, dismbered and certain organs eaten by the people, in a show of repentance. For elves that carried themselves with so much pride, sacrifices to the Rotten God of Harvest was not exactly their cleanest mont.Then again, it was a god only the Dark elves acknowledged and not the Light elves.But to know that the people before you were eager to partake of your fleshOliver could feel A222' s terror pressing into the Dream itself. But there was more. It was sha, Loneliness, incredible Self-hate. 'Shit' he cursed. No doubt these had been forged by years of rejection. But what was worse, was the fact that it all weighed on him. He could feel his own heart rate. It was like he was absorbing all her negative emotions. Basically, her nightmare was pouring into him. Oliver blinked continually. Things were starting to beco unclear. He could not help but rember the warning that the Skull had given him the first ti he had entered a dream—Seraphina's dream.Back then, her emotions had resulted in his swift death. But the Skull had pulled him out in ti, and back to reality—if not, he would have really been in trouble. Without a doubt, that Skull was not going to do it again. It was always annoying with how it hoped Oliver would learn—the hard way.It was a good thing he had brought that item. With struggle, Oliver reached into his pouch.[Moonflower Elixir]Restores clarity. Temporarily shields mind from Dream corruption.Price: 1 Silver"Plucked from petals only found in still-screaming dreams." Oliver had hoped that by sheer will and his incredible ntal endurance, he would have been able to fend off any ntal influence of the nightmare. But a back up plan was good. He downed the content.[You have used potion of Moonflower Elixir][Dream corruption has been erased]Oliver breathed heavily. He looked on ahead at the gathering, breath relieved. Weirdly enough, regardless of the noise, he could hear the conversation between A222 and her mother. Aside the repeating chants from the mob, it was the only thing that made so kind of sense.Her Mother looked at her. Her mouth moved. Oliver frowned. Sothing was not right.Her voice ca broken, sorrowful, and cold:"You should have never been born. I regret having you. I hate you. You deserve it. You deserve it all. Just Die You Filth."A222' s eyes widened at those words, and she began to scream. But no sound ca out. Her mouth opened, her body thrashed, but it was like her own voice had abandoned her.Oliver knew that he had to get to her. But the crowd was just too much. They were everywhere. He leaped into the air, his incredible ability as a rank 1 Blood warrior was in effect. However every ti he was close, it seed like the mob would block his path. So even floated upward—twisted, annoying. It was really frustrating. He decided to attack instead. again and again, he used the One—inch punch, destroying the mob constructs to get to A222. Still, no matter how hard he tried, he just could not reach her.He felt like every ti he tried to reach her, the distance was added. Sothing... sothing was not right. In this manner, he eventually used up the ti.The world morphed again, and he found himself back at the Guild Station. >