NFBE Chapter 227 Her Dream (Part 1)
Chapter 227 Her Dream (Part 1)
"Hmm... what should I buy today? Give me some ideas, Sadie. I'll treat you to afternoon tea later."
"You have such good taste, I can't go wrong listening to you."
The noise echoed; this was a small market, with all sorts of stalls lining both sides of the cobblestone path, stretching all the way to the square in the depths.
There were quite a few pedestrians on the street, gathered in twos and threes, and bursts of hearty laughter could be heard from time to time.
It's clear that the residents here are in good spirits, even though the sky isn't very clear today.
Nasita walked down the street, secretly observing the expressions and actions of the people around her, her eyes filled with seriousness.
The logic of dreams is inverted; they seem to be constantly moving upwards, but this is actually the deeper core of dreams.
However... the scene here seems very familiar, almost a one-to-one replica of the Grand Bazaar.
She sighed softly. There was no concept of time in dreams, and no one in the outside world knew how much time had passed.
The worst fears came true. After the "Dream Moment" gathering, several patients who experienced continuous dreams began to behave abnormally.
First, Ellerman left the city late at night, and then collapsed on a small hillside near the city for unknown reasons.
Next was Kassia, who was found by a passing adventurer lying unconscious on the riverbank, clutching a potted plant.
As such cases increased, Nasida felt uneasy, realizing that there was no coincidence behind it all.
First, there's Elleman's remembrance of his deceased wife, then Kassia's longing for her teacher, Elsa. It seems someone is manipulating their emotions, trying to keep them trapped in a dream world.
This situation seems to be worsening on a large scale.
In the city of Sumeru, patients are inexplicably falling into comas and are unable to respond effectively to external stimuli.
However, after examination at the Health Home, all the patients' bodily functions were found to be normal, as if they were simply asleep.
These patients had all experienced "continuous dreams" to varying degrees before the onset of the disease, in which they saw deceased relatives and friends.
All of this seems to point to a dream, and besides Lanaro, only the Void Terminal has this ability.
Just as Nasita was about to enter the dream to find out what was going on, Nil and Dinazede suddenly disappeared.
Furthermore, the information provided by members of the Adventurers' Guild regarding the so-called "memory therapy," as well as the information about "Mr. Moses," confirmed her suspicions.
Because the so-called "Mr. Moses" does exist, and he is indeed a scholar who studies dreams, but he fell into a coma five years ago and has not woken up since.
Someone is deliberately luring Nel and the others into a dream, but what is their purpose in doing so?
A patient in a coma, recurring dreams, coincidences arising from shared memories, and the fact that someone who once deciphered the cycle of dreams has been drawn into this vortex—Narcissus has no choice but to ponder these questions.
What is the connection between this and the upheaval five years ago? And what are the people who orchestrated all of this planning?
Moreover, there are still some questions about what happened five years ago that have not been answered, and this could be an opportunity.
An opportunity to find all the answers; for the god of wisdom, "seeking solutions" is an essential process.
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"Everyone, wake up, this isn't over yet."
A gentle voice faintly reached their ears, and everyone slowly awoke from the weariness of escaping the shallow dream.
I opened my eyes wearily and was greeted by a smooth, blue marble street, just like the one in the Grand Bazaar.
The street stretched forward, leading to a circular square, with scattered crowds of people lining the shops.
Where...am I? Is the dream over?
The same question arose in everyone's mind, but it was answered immediately.
"This is the deep dream realm. After you fall from the shallow dream realm, your consciousness will come to this space."
The gentle voice seemed to see through their thoughts and continued to patiently explain to the bewildered crowd.
"Deep dream...we're still in a dream..."
Dina Zede, still feeling a bit disoriented, swayed as she got up, blankly searching for the source of the sound.
Not far away, a familiar green figure stood in front of them, the grass elemental power in his hand emitting a soft glow.
"Lord Little Lucky Grass King...? What brings you here..."
Halfway through her sentence, memories from her dream flooded back like a tidal wave, leaving Dina Zede speechless and unable to utter another word.
Yes, it's not surprising. Since Lord Little Lucky Grass King appeared here without any warning, that means...
"The previous scene wasn't entirely a dream, was it?"
Nilu whispered the words no one wanted to say, her eyes red and her expression forlorn.
The truth is sometimes like a sharp steel needle, mercilessly piercing through the false pretenses of various minds, but it may also tear open old scars that one is unwilling to expose.
Those memories... are all real; they are memories they once had and then lost.
There used to be someone sitting in the first row of the Zubair Theater, and he was sitting there, smiling and waving at her.
The person who placed the medicine beside the pillow quickly disappeared into the night, holding a yellowed contract in his hand.
And then there's that figure under the boundless starry sky, telling a story from beyond the heavens.
He was no longer just a nameless stranger, a blurry fragment in a distorted memory.
They had forgotten him, but when fragments of their memories surged back with the waves, gradually piecing together his image, nine hundred and nine hundred dreams had passed.
Is this what you wanted? Brother Mufeng... but we finally found you, even though it was a long time late.
Farusan silently looked away, seemingly lost in thought. Dolly stared blankly at Mora in her hand from the side. Desia leaned on her greatsword, unusually silent and uncharacteristically quiet.
This dream is truly beautiful, an endless festival of the goddess of flowers, where there has never been a moment of separation.
That alone is enough to convince them to stay.
But it was all just a dream after all...
Nasida closed her eyes, her fair face suppressing her emotions, but she couldn't vent them as freely as they did.
Ah Mu... I haven't called you that in so long...
The little goddess silently murmured the name of her only sage, suppressing the overwhelming sorrow in her heart.
She hasn't really grown up yet... She forgot about Amu for five years, but whenever she thinks of him, she still feels irresistibly sad, still wants to rely on him, and misses his embrace.
But she knew she couldn't cry yet, at least not now; even showing a hint of vulnerability would be inappropriate.
She is no longer just that girl named Naxida; she is also the deity of Mount Sumeru, the Little Auspicious Grass King. Now, she will lead her people out of the predicament of this dream.
"Everyone, let's go, let's find the owner of this dream, and find out the final truth."
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