Chapter 1292: Survival 2
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Dreams could reflect all stimulation of an organism, both spiritually and physically. This was a special state amplified by an organism’s Sensing Ability.
Therefore, dreams often reflect reality. For example, if one’s stomach was pressed in an uncomfortable way, one would dream of being kicked at the stomach. Even dreaming about finding a toilet to pee or something along the lines was the stimulation of one’s body presented in a dream.
There were big dream stimulations, and naturally, there were the small ones.
Garen soon found what was wrong with this dream.
He held his finger in the air.
“How can there be paper sc.r.a.ps flying at such a high alt.i.tude?” A white piece of sc.r.a.p gently dropped on his finger.
He smiled softly, and the paper sc.r.a.p instantly enlarged into an endless white slate that wrapped him up.
Everything around him turned white straight away, it was a blank white s.p.a.ce. Opposite Garen stood a white swan dressed in a gentleman’s costume. Standing upright like a human, it was wearing a black high-top hat and was motionless just like a sculpture. A wind from G.o.d-knows-where was blowing gently, ruffling its white feathers.
Garen frowned slightly.
He had been on this layer once when he was back in Mech World.
“This should be the second level,” he muttered.
Mr. White Swan did not move at all as if it did not notice him.
Garen made his way over and circled the white swan that was still like a statue.
His purpose of entering the dream was to test out whether his Confinement Essence was usable. Other than that, he wanted to check out the differences between this world’s dream and the previous worlds’.
But from the looks of it now, this world’s dream was not much different from the other worlds.
Gurgle gurgle…
Suddenly, a rumbling sound of wheels could be heard from a distance.
Garen turned around and saw a brown snail that was almost a meter tall slowly moving toward himself.
The snail’s sh.e.l.l slowly moved to his front and stopped. The sorrowful face of a man peeped out from the sh.e.l.l’s mouth.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a new buddy.”
Garen raised his eyebrow.
“You are?”
“I’m His Majesty, Indo Demon Lord’s Thirteenth Demon General,” the man said. “Seems like you have also discovered this world here.”
“What do you mean?” Garen was stunned for a bit as his brows scrunched up even tighter.
“This is the second level. There are plenty of gaps between time-s.p.a.ce and dimensional conscience. It’s not very quiet here so we need a safer place,” the snail man whispered.
“Follow me.” Garen turned and looked at the swan gentleman behind him. He reached out and lifted the hat and suddenly, he shrunk and entered from the bottom of the hat.
The snail man followed suit and swiftly entered as well. The hat was then once again held up by the swan gentleman as he proceeded to place it back on his head. Then, he resumed his original posture.
The third level of dreams.
Viscous liquid-like colored lights were flowing all around them.
Garen and the snail man floated right in the middle.
“Alright, there’s definitely no interference here. This is a temporary s.p.a.ce that I just built. Speak, since I’ve already entered by accident, I’m sure the other beings have realized this, no?”
He did not expect himself to encounter an existence who was also from Mother Stream system during the very first time he entered a dream, and it was still a general too.
He could faintly sense a thick conspiratorial aura.
The snail man squirmed as he settled into another posture and face Garen up front.
“Most respected Demon Lord Master, you’ve guessed it. We have indeed discovered this world for a long time.”
“Discovered this place for a long time?” Garen frowned.
“Yes…” The snail man’s already sorrowful expression got worse. “Because of Mother Stream’s depletion, we have been looking for the cause everywhere. In an accidental situation, a Demon Lord Master came to this world and unexpectedly survived. When we found this place, the timing was just chaotic.”
“What do you mean by chaotic?” Garen felt that something was wrong. Clearly, he had just received the news regarding the Depletion of Mother Stream.
“It means that the two Demon Generals that we’ve sent out later on did arrive safely, but then we found out that the two Demon Generals were seven hundred years apart!”
“Seven hundred years? You mean, both of them who came in at the same time actually landed at different times?” Garen understood this time.
“It’s like this. The time we enter this world is not fixed. I don’t know if it’s our problem or the world’s problem itself. We won’t know. May I ask you when did you enter this place?” The snail man looked at Garen with sincerity in his eyes.
“Me?” He was uncertain himself either. If time had changed randomly, who knew when did he actually reach this place.
“Talk about the situation when you just came,” he had some reservations towards the snail man.
“Yes, master.” The snail man began to talk about the series of happenings before he actually came.
The more Garen listened, the more stunned he got. He had already expected that the flow rate of time he encountered when he entered the Black Hole may have been abnormal, but he did not expect it to reach this extent of abnormality!!
Mother Stream was about to be completely depleted, all the branches were reducing rapidly. Many of the Void Creatures and the Warlock Powerhouses had nowhere to rely on and they could not see their paths ahead. True Souls finally appeared and together with the Void Demon Masters, they lifted the Mother Stream’s Oath, eliminate the enemy’s camp, and worked together to find out the root of Mother Stream’s Depletion.
Garen carefully asked about the situation that he knew of and the current status, and after comparing both stories, he discovered that two hundred years have pa.s.sed since he left.
In other words, in the process of entering this world, he had wasted a total of two hundred years!
“… Mother Stream is withering more and more, lots of tyrannical beings are already getting ready to enter this world. But so far, only a dozen was able to stand firm here,” the snail man whispered. “The G.o.ds of this world also noticed something was not right and began a wide screening.”
“Why? Why such a big move and enter this world?” Garen was still curious. “Did you guys discover something?”
“The source of Mother Stream is directly connected to this world.” The snail man forced a smile. “All the True Souls and Void Demon Masters had carefully observed that our world is positive, which means this world is negative. If we’re negative, then they’re positive. We’re two endless dimensions, like two ends of an hourgla.s.s. When one side has more sand, the other side would have lesser sand.”
“You’re saying that the Depletion of Mother Stream is caused by the absorption of this world over here?” Garen was shocked.
“The specific time is more than ninety thousand years ago. I don’t know what happened back in that era that started causing Mother Stream to slowly deplete. Up until we found out about it, most of the hourgla.s.s had leaked to this side already… we suspect that perhaps it’s because this other world is absorbing.”
Garen suddenly remembered something he had previously come across as he was reading up the history. Ninety thousand years ago, three Supreme G.o.ds appeared in this world, and those three G.o.ds were the three top powerhouses who just suddenly rose without warning.
If they saw it that way…
“The Supreme Void Demon Master once said that this is the Battle of Survival. There is no compromise and we have no choice,” the snail man revealed a face of sadness.
“The Battle of Survival…” Garen’s heart sank. This war was not like before, how he was able to transmigrate to another universe if he died. This was an actual Battle of Survival that life and death actually mattered.
“Only if the number of strong enough powerhouses who die here was enough and we grab them and convert them into nutrients, then only can we turn the hourgla.s.s around. Mother Stream will be able to rejuvenate…”
“No wonder… no wonder those G.o.ds would die without hesitation even when they haven’t started fighting, all Alien Souls weren’t exempted…” Garen recalled the scene some time ago in which he was almost killed.
The Void Creatures and Warlocks actually united… this was something he did not expect at all, but this also really proved that the entire Mother Stream was facing a moment of life and death.
“Then why did you come and look for me?!” From that moment, Garen’s stare toward the snail man immediately became fierce. In the third layer of dreams, one could only rely on the nature of one’s soul to communicate. No holding back, no lies, and no deception. That was because beings below the Demon Lord Level could only rely on their core subconscious to communicate, and the subconscious would never deceive.
“It seems like you’ve already established a foothold here, I hope you can start a ma.s.sacre as soon as possible. The more True Souls that die in our hands, the more likely we’re able to save Mother Stream.”
The snail man said in a hushed tone.
“Also, is it alright for me to disclose your location?”
“You’re still able to keep contact with other existences?” Garen raised his brow.
“Yes… I’ve given up on all my powers and strength, only being able to survive in a dream. My only role is acting as the messenger to convey messages,” the snail man explained.
“How many beings were there the last time they entered and of what mechanism?” After pondering for a while, Garen asked.
“Fifteen Middle Demon Lords, twenty one Lower Demon Lords, seven thousand and above Demon Generals, a large number of Willpower Void Creatures and even the lowest leveled ones were in the group as well. The number’s probably at least tens of millions,” the snail man answered softly. “But they were scattered around so they landed at different planes of this world, not really many planes either. Although the Willpower Void Creatures were strong, being wisdomless was only put in as a cover to enter. As for the Main Substance Plane, I know there were two of them who survived, and you are the third one. The others are all in different planes.”
“So what’s intercepting us?” After hearing such a huge number but only so much survived, Garen’s heart skipped a beat. There were fifteen Middle Demon Lords, which meant that there were fifteen beings who were at his same level.
“G.o.ds… all of the G.o.ds!”
Garen went silent. He remembered the ceremony he had seen earlier and the few beings who were detected, perhaps they were also forced to land.
Unfortunately, to the Demon Lords, they had a long period of growth ahead of them after they arrive. Although short, it was still the period where they were the weakest. Once discovered by any of the G.o.ds, they would face death.
So what about Ann? Garen suddenly thought of Ann. She knew he was an Alien Soul, so why did she still save him?