When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1358 - 78: Laughing Amid Tears

The mastermind who used the Box of Emptiness to disrupt the Dream Realm and manipulate the coup has been directly assassinated by them.

Let’s not talk about the shock this will cause...

And the Box of Emptiness is still here.

"Naturally, go to the basent and look for ’Mr. Box’.

Aiwass smiled and said, "If we’re lucky, we might not need to fight."

"You want to send it into the Dream Realm?"

Sherlock instantly guessed Aiwass’s thoughts.

Now they have the ans to enter the Dream Realm—the Swan King has long had the qualifications to beco a god, but the ritual remains incomplete, stuck at this stage and sealed.

The so-called Breaking the Cocoon into a Butterfly.

The Swan King was artificially pulled out during the "breaking the cocoon" process by the Count of Orleans. Then it was kept alive without letting it die completely. It is like replacing a person’s organs with machines before brain death, maintaining a coma, yet never truly brain dead.

If the Swan King is killed, it can be sent into the Dream Realm. The problem is, it has lost the conscious will and relies entirely on subconscious action... There may be resistance due to the instinct for survival.

A god resisting while asleep—Sherlock can’t imagine what a disaster that would be.

But if it is sent directly into the Dream Realm, doesn’t that bypass this point?

Aiwass didn’t respond to Sherlock’s words, but rely smiled, patted Sherlock’s hand holding the Magic Wand, and signaled him to get busy.

Sherlock sighed, "Perhaps the Hers family is fated to be overworked... "

He wasn’t particularly interested in combat... but since the minister commanded, it should be resolved quickly.

In a few days, Minister Aiwass will beco Prince Aivas.

Also, seeing those Sons of the Moon earlier destroyed the last bit of hesitation in his heart—he wouldn’t hesitate to kill these monsters.

After Sherlock left, Aiwass still hadn’t moved.

"What... what about ?"

Arsene was still a bit confused, "Do I... have sothing to do?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the pieces of the Count of Orleans on the ground.

His gaze was extrely complex: anger, shock, sarcasm, sorrow...

Like spilling a cabinet of paints and mixing all the colors into a muddy black.

It turned into a murky and dirty black.

That was a Fifth Power Level Transcendent, the pinnacle of this world! His nightmare enemy, a nesis of fate...

The entire Iris Flower respected and feared the Count of Orleans. Although outwardly he maintained a gentle deanor, Arsene knew how evil and brutal he was in private... Underground rumors never ceased about him, but until Arsene was captured, he thought it was re gossip.

Now, after becoming the son-in-law of the Duke, he dared not seek revenge.

Perhaps it was due to the fear at that ti, or perhaps he didn’t want to drag the Vando Family into this troubleso mire.

—No matter what happens to himself, but those other Blood Slaves who followed him in the prison break were captured and ruthlessly executed. This beca Arsene’s greatest regret in life and the key event that made him mature... Transforming from a handso and mysterious young man into a stable yet slightly despondent middle-aged man.

He could only try to forget that painful mory...

Since then, he had mostly given up his Phantom Thief work.

And now, the opportunity was rare.

He finally had the chance to face the nightmare from the past.

Knowing that Aiwass would’ve troubled the Count of Orleans this ti, his father lent him the family heirloom Sword of the Vando Family—the Vando Family couldn’t afford to go to war with the entire Son of the Moon clan, but was willing to help him personally. It was this familial warmth that made Arsene avoid causing trouble for his family but choose to endure humiliation.

When he left ho today, he had already prepared to perish with him—he kissed his sleeping wife and gave her a final embrace.

Even if he couldn’t defeat Count Orleans, he would still fight with all his strength.

If he missed this chance, he probably wouldn’t have another.

... The outco was far beyond his expectations, different from his determination.

The Count of Orleans was easily killed: frozen into an ice block within seconds, then effortlessly cut in half.

—Like kicking a stray dog to death on the roadside.

Now Arsene felt the world was sowhat unreal, like he was dreaming...

With his great wish fulfilled, he unexpectedly didn’t know what to do.

"Shouldn’t I be laughing?"

Aiwass glanced at him, a slight smile on his lips, "Laugh arrogantly, laugh ecstatically, laugh joyfully, laugh hysterically... cry while laughing.

"Until those things you want to forget beco light as cotton, letting you straighten your back, then stop laughing."

Having said this, Aiwass waved his hand and turned to leave.

He left behind a word, "If you must do sothing... go and see those Blood Slaves.

"See if there’s still a chance for rescue, a chance to survive.

"—Maybe you didn’t have a chance before, but at least this ti, you can really help them escape."

"Then say what you once said."

Having said this, Aiwass left without looking back.

Arsene stared blankly at Aiwass’s back.

In that mont, he felt his eyes slightly moist.

Even though he hadn’t cried for a long ti, even though he had long been unable to dream... But at this mont, an impossible fantasy arose in his heart.

...If Aiwass had appeared earlier.

Then not only himself but others could’ve been saved too...

But at least, there wouldn’t be another person like himself anymore...

Thinking this, Arsene followed the path stored in his mory, heading toward the prison housing the untad Blood Slaves.

Sherlock hadn’t encountered the illusions of Count Orleans, and Aiwass didn’t tell him what Arsene had gone through... although with Sherlock’s Wisdom, he should’ve already guessed most of it. But for Arsene’s privacy, Aiwass still chose to keep the secret for him.

In simple terms...

Count Orleans was bisexual. Moreover, like other Sons of the Moon of Iris Flower, he had a strong sadistic tendency. Unlike the Sons of the Moon of Narcissus Duchy and Star Antimony, Sons of the Moon of Iris Flower particularly hated Blood Slaves experiencing pleasure.

Due to the cost of Blood Divine Skill, they could hardly feel pleasure. Thus, they envied anyone who could enjoy life.

From a brief illusion, Aiwass caught a glimpse of a trace of Count Orleans’s past, disgusted, he frowned.

—Indeed, the Son of the Moon and Blood Celestial Marshal, are better off destroyed.