When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 571

Chapter 571: Chapter 1: Blade in the Dream Chapter 571: Chapter 1: Blade in the Dream Aiwass had been having a peculiar dream of late.

He stumbled and weaved his way through a maple forest ablaze, with leaves that resembled countless trembling wings of fla butterflies.

His body was covered in burns, and he was blackened by smoke.

It seed as if he was searching for sothing, yet also fleeing from sothing.

When he looked up inadvertently, he saw only a dark red expanse in the night sky alight with fire.

In that black-red sky, devoid of sun and moon, there was only a massive, continually bleeding wound.

The wound appeared to be pierced by a sharp blade and also by a long spear.

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Thick, black clotted blood dripped steadily from the wound, forming a sparse waterfall.

In the dream, Aiwass, for so reason, had to endure the burns to reach the waterfall below.

But every ti, Aiwass never managed to get there.

As he drew closer to that direction, he would always stumble and fall due to exhaustion.

Then, he would suddenly awake, and the vivid dream would fade into an instant of startling worry, leaving only so blurry mories in his mind.

This ti, perhaps because Aiwass took “Dream Intoxicant” before falling asleep, his dreamland beca more stable.

He walked a long and far distance, finally reaching the very bottom of the wound.

It was a small, open plain in the midst of the dense forest.

The blood that flowed down from the wound above ford a vast lake, and in the lake was a tiny island.

On the deserted island stood a lone greatsword, stained pitch black by the viscous, waterfall-like blood.

Aiwass gazed intently at the greatsword.

He approached it absentmindedly.

Just then, he suddenly heard a bear’s low growl from behind.

“Roar—”

Aiwass’s pupils dilated abruptly.

He turned to look back, but found his perspective had suddenly shrunk.

It was as if he were no longer a human, but a frail, four-legged little beast.

Behind him in the maple forest ablaze with flas, a giant bear with eyes of crimson fire, its whole body engulfed in fla, was slowly approaching him.

With its approach, with its heavy steps, Aiwass felt the ground around him shaking more violently.

The world kept fracturing and collapsing, fervent flas reaching for the sky.

More and more black blood surged from behind Aiwass, foaming white and gradually drowning him.

In the mont that Aiwass locked gazes with the Ursa Major, he saw a human-like smile on its face.

“—All who wield a blade shall perish by the sword.”

The deep voice resonated within Aiwass’s heart.

The sentence imprinted on Aiwass’s heart as clearly as if carved with an ax and as painful to touch as a searing scar.

Then, an intense fear overca Aiwass.

He abruptly opened his eyes, breaking free from the dreamland.

“…

Bear Celestial Marshal?”

While the mory had not yet faded, Aiwass blurted out.

But Aiwass quickly realized that he could never forget that mont—

Because he felt sothing wet and itchy on his chest.

Only when he reached out to touch did he feel the pain, like the sting of a mosquito bite.

—Aiwass unbuttoned his shirt and found three fresh scars across his chest.

They looked like knife wounds, or like the marks left by a bear’s paw ripping through flesh.

The blood had just begun to stain Aiwass’s white fox-fur nightgown; it hadn’t even soaked through—obviously, he had been wounded just monts before.

It was a wound that had appeared on his chest the mont he awoke; or rather, it was because of that wound that he had been jolted awake.

“Lily.”

Aiwass, sitting up in bed, called softly.

After rely two seconds, Lily walked out from the adjacent servant’s room, barefoot and without making a sound.

The soft red carpet didn’t emit any noise.

She peered cautiously at the wound on Aiwass’s chest, her expression turning solemn and tense in an instant.

Lily imdiately lit a candle and handed it to Aiwass.

Aiwass grasped the fla with his hand and closed his eyes in devout prayer.

The room, which had been illuminated by the candlelight, suddenly beca dark once more, and the fla in Aiwass’s hand trembled violently.

The candlelight, casting Aiwass’s shadow, twisted like a devil.

In Lily’s eyes, the wounds on Aiwass’s chest were healing at a visibly rapid pace.

But soon, Lily’s eyes widened in shock—

The “Rite of Fire,” capable of healing nearly all pains, seed as though it had suddenly beco ineffective…

The gash on Aiwass’s chest had only stopped bleeding.

It hadn’t healed but had ford a scab with a layer of amber-like residue.

If one were to tear at it with force, the wound would bleed anew.

Clearly, Aiwass could feel this as well.

At that mont, a prompt appeared before Aiwass’s eyes.

[You have acquired the trait: Authority – Seal of the First]

[Authority – Seal of the First: Bear Celestial Marshal swings down a claw of the future, declaring that with such a strike, he would end your life.

This is the first seal, and its number must not be seven—]

[Your chest will always be considered a “weakness,” regardless of whether you effectively protect it; you will always be detected and hunted by the Bear Celestial Marshal and his Angel Envoy; when you fight against those who hunt you, the battle will always be deed a “duel”]

…It was the Bear Celestial Marshal’s hunting ceremony.

Rather than being upset, Aiwass heaved a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and let go of the candle fla.

The light in the room stabilized once again.

“What’s wrong, Aiwass?”

Lily asked worriedly in a low voice, “Is sothing the matter?”

“It’s not a big problem,”

Aiwass replied with ease.

Laughing lightly, he pointed at the scar on his chest, “This is the brand the Bear Celestial Marshal has struck upon .

He has sworn to kill with such a ferocious blow.”

—To tear apart the chest with a fierce claw strike!

If his strike were to truly fall, the mark left on Aiwass’s chest would not rely be this superficial scar.

Hence, this dreamland was nothing but a routine notification of the hunt.

Aiwass had repeatedly awakened from his dreams because even in the dream, he instinctively sensed danger…

but until he formally accepted this notice, the nightmare would forever cling to him.

It prevented him from resting properly and from advancing in his dreams.

Aiwass had vaguely guessed this, which is why he used Dream Intoxicant to stabilize the dream and took on this challenge.

Clearly, the Bear Celestial Marshal was pleased with Aiwass’s choice.

He even showed a smile!

The brand left by the Bear Celestial Marshal now seed like the dotted lines prepared by a needle before asking to “cut along the dotted line.”

It preordained Aiwass’s death and even selected the manner of death for him…

and predetermined the final blow in the future.

It was as if the possibility of failure had never been considered, nor was there any utilitarian thought of “just kill and be done with it.”

“This is the way of the Pillar God of the forr Path of Strength, the style of ‘Supre Heaven’…”

Aiwass lanted, “The stronger hold the power, and the powerful act without hesitation, with no regrets, without second-guessing.

When victory cos, the powerful shall possess and command everything of the weak…”

That was the fundantal rule of the world before “Authority” ca to be.

The Supre Heaven of old had long perished and was resurrected in the Dream Realm.

He ascended once more as the Bear Celestial Marshal and acquired a new constellation.

The brand the Bear Celestial Marshal left on Aiwass’s chest made it easy for His followers and Angel Envoy to locate Aiwass.

It was as if a flare had been shot at the prey, so no matter how it fled, its direction could always be discerned.

Being a Celestial Marshal, He couldn’t easily descend to the Lower Realm.

Therefore, His Angel Envoy must act on His behalf to hunt down Aiwass in the Material Realm.

However, when Aiwass was branded by the Bear Celestial Marshal, he actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Because this signified another matter—

If you have marked …

Does that an you can’t kill right now?