Mei arranged everything one by one, trying to resolve this [Honkai Impact] as soon as possible... The ability to make people fall into a sweet dream and then die peacefully is too dangerous for people today. "Is there anything I can do for you, Doc?" Sakura asked. "Be prepared for battle, Sakura. Once we obtain the physical coordinates of the Eighth Herrscher, you need to go there and destroy it immediately." "it is good." Sakura nodded in agreement. With her abilities, she was perfect for this task. "........." When everyone left, Ying looked back at Xiwang who was still trapped in the nightmare, gently held his hand, and whispered softly. "…Thank you, Hope." Although her memory of the dream became blurry, she still had some impression of the last scene she saw, the last thing she realized, and the last rain that fell.
Coupled with what Dr. Mei said earlier, that she and Wang both showed signs of "about to wake up", combining these two things, the truth of the matter... is not difficult to guess. Being able to fall into the same [dream] with each other and accept such a close identity in it... Even if it was just a dream, Sakura was very happy. "……Thanks." Ying once again said with a smile, with the purest joy, and then... restrained her expression, suppressed the happiness in her heart, and stood up to leave. Whether for the sake of one's duty or for the sake of one's loved ones... this [Collapse] must end. We will defeat [Honkai]... for sure. Ying tightened her grip on the knife and walked forward firmly. ………… ……………… [Dream] is a very magical place. It is the place closest to death and the so-called "fate", so people can see their deceased relatives in dreams, or do magical things like "foreknowledge". But in the final analysis, dreams also exist based on human beings themselves. Everything in dreams will change due to one's mental state, knowledge, experience, and memory, and will show different trends based on the subconscious. The so-called seeing deceased relatives and friends in a dream means that one misses them and, based on one's own impression of them, one imagines a "living relative or friend" in the brain; the so-called "precognitive dream" is also the result of the brain's deduction of the future based on the information already available to the individual, and that's all. A so-called sweet dream is when the brain, based on existing information, makes an event develop in the direction one expects, or even the most ideal state, while a nightmare is the opposite, making an event develop in a bad direction. Although dreams are derived from reality, because they are based on people's "thinking", they are often not bound by objective factors in reality. Therefore, dreams are endowed with many things that do not exist in reality. Dreams thus have fantasy, illusion, and unreality elements, and people use this to distinguish between reality and dreams. So, when a dream is shaped to be almost indistinguishable from reality, how can one tell that one is dreaming? When the situation in your dream is countless times better than the reality, or even exactly your ideal life, how can you make up your mind to wake up? 【I do not understand】 In the pure white [dream], she...it expressed its doubts.
[I clearly set up the dream according to your best ideal situation... You get married to the person you like, and she doesn't mind the person of the opposite sex hidden in your heart. The two of you pay attention to you together and are even willing to live under the same roof with you... I even let the person of the opposite sex in your heart become your lover. What's wrong with this? ] [Even that big star is quite fond of you, even little girls are keen to get close to you... As long as you want, you can even easily open a harem without worrying about wealth] [They are even willing to accept your "hobby" and help you bring those... "medicines" when you forget] It looked very confused, looking through the candy box in its hand, and then casually threw it back, letting it disappear in mid-air. [It has come to this, what else are you dissatisfied with? ] But the only response it got was the azure water blade. [Don't waste your energy. The one in front of you is just a phantom... and after losing the home turf of "Rain Water", your threat is far less than you imagined.] It said calmly that in the [dream], or the spiritual world, it had overwhelming power and could easily undo scenes and change the weather. [How about you answer my questions and I let you go? ] In response, it was responded by a blue water knife. [I don't control the person you care about now. Logically, I don't have any hatred towards you. I even arranged you and her to be in the same dream. When you sent her away, I didn't stop you. I can even say that I owe you a favor. Why can't you answer my doubts? ] "........." The azure attack paused for a moment, and then attacked even more violently. [What a hassle... You don't want to sink into the dream, but you don't want to answer my questions. This makes it difficult for me.] It held its forehead with a hint of distress. [Then... I can only ask you to die.] So it raised its hand and gently pushed in the direction of Xiwang. As it moved, Xiwang's body fell backwards uncontrollably, fell into a gap that appeared at some point, and fell into the abyss. Then, the surroundings returned to their original pure white appearance. […Is it time to solve it? ] Changing from its previous relaxed and steady appearance, it stepped forward cautiously, first tentatively stepped on the restored pure white with its feet, and then stepped forward and patted it with its hands, as if to confirm that the area was compacted. [Okay, okay... As long as that guy enters my nightmare...] It wiped the non-existent sweat from its forehead as if in fear, and muttered to itself. [Damn it, why is this guy's spirit and memory so heavy? Even heavier than those old guys. I have already confirmed that it's only been more than 20 years...] When it first came into contact with Xi Wang's dream, it was able to confirm that Xi Wang's memory lasted only for more than 20 years in total. However, when it wanted to tamper with the dream and insert some things into the memory, it found that this guy's spirit and memory were so "deep" that it took it a lot of effort to give him an impression of a "lover". It wasn't that difficult to pull him into the [dream], so why has the subsequent processing become so troublesome... I can't solve it even if I want to, and I can't kick him away even if I kick him. It's like a big sack filled with books placed on the top of a bookshelf. It's easy to pull it down from the shelf, but it's extremely difficult to put it back on. When you open the sack to reduce the weight inside, you find that you can't open it, and you can't directly pierce the sack... It's really a headache. But fortunately, it still has a way. It just needs to drag him into the [nightmare] he fears the most and continue to weaken his spirit. When he is the weakest, it can solve this big trouble in one fell swoop. Chapter 33 [Angels] Bringing Rain and Lilies
tick- It was the sound of liquid dripping, very crisp, coming from beneath him. tick- The nasal cavity was filled with the fishy smell of blood. The strong smell made people subconsciously want to vomit, but I actually felt that this level was not so bad. tick- His hands were bound and raised above his head, his neck felt like it was being strangled by a rope, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air. The gravity from the ground kept pulling him down, and he only had a crooked, tattered bench at his toes as support, barely preventing himself from being suffocated by the rope. The blood began to flow from the wrists at the top, branched out at the arms, and then slowly flowed to both sides of the head, covering the ears together with the arms, and then soaked the rope around the neck, causing it to swell, further suppressing his breathing, and continued to flow downwards to the chest, shuttling between one wound after another, constantly replenished with fresh blood, and finally slid over the legs and feet, flowing along the tattered bench into the basin at the bottom. "........." Xiwang was very familiar with all of this. And then... rustle-- There was a slight sound, as if someone was approaching, followed by a burning pain in the wound. "Humph……" The pain from the coarse salt rubbing against the wound made Xi Wang cry out in pain. His throat almost subconsciously wanted to shout, but his body was so weak that he couldn't even make a sound. He could only make an ambiguous hum. Ah... Xiwang felt familiar, too familiar, with this kind of thing. The feeling of being on the verge of passing out from hunger and blood loss, and the physical pain. "Awake? As expected, you are such a strong and good child." It was his voice, that damn guy's voice! "........." He raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked at the figure in front of him blurryly. Under the dim light, all that could be seen was the disgusting robe and the abominable cross pendant. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid...it's over." He gently stroked his head with one hand, and rubbed the wound on his chest frantically with the other hand covered with coarse salt. "I'll take care of you, don't worry." He said this, then loosened his hand, took out medicine from the medical box, slowly applied the medicine to himself, and then bandaged himself with a bandage. "Your lips are dry... Didn't you drink any water? You're a bad boy." As he said this, he took out the basin at the bottom and slowly poured the dark red blood into a bowl. Then he forced his mouth open and poured the dark red blood into it. The fishy smell of blood once again rushed into his nerves, almost overwhelming his consciousness. But, I still managed to hold on.
"Ha ha……" When he took the bowl away, Xi Wang even chuckled twice with a hint of sarcasm, as if to say - that's it? “…I hope you can still be so strong in the future.” His body stiffened slightly, and then he casually untied the rope that bound Xi Wang. "But I'm sure you will, right?" With a dull sound, Xi Wang's small body fell softly to the ground, gasping for breath. He turned a blind eye to it because he knew that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, Xi Wang would be able to get up again. He just needed to feed him some leftovers - he was much easier to raise than pets like cats and dogs. "Well, see you tomorrow, [Hope]... hehe." He leisurely packed up all his tools, said goodbye to Xi Wang politely, and kicked him as a farewell gift. When he mentioned Xi Wang's name, he deliberately laughed sarcastically twice, then closed the door and left, locked the door from the outside, and turned off the power. "........." It fell into darkness again. As far as the sight could reach, the only light, almost faint, was the moonlight that squeezed in through the gaps in the window that was mostly sealed with wooden boards and dirt, silently comforting the young and pitiful child. However, Xiwang didn't care. He just slowly adjusted his breathing and slowly recovered his strength. It’s okay…it’s okay, it’s just the past repeating itself. Although the memory was a little fuzzy, Xiwang could still realize it. Someone will come, a cute girl, pink, very cute. Everything will change when she comes, she will tell herself about the beauty of the outside world, give herself candies full of sweetness, and hope will come to me with small white stars. I will see pink flowers similar to hers, and see pink petals flying all over the sky in the slightly chilly spring. And that damned [priest] will die miserably. Although he didn't know how she did it, but... he remembered that these things had happened. So...it's okay. Xi Wang thought so and passed out in a state of blurred consciousness. In the room that was almost filled with darkness and silence, only the dark lines on Xi Wang's body, which looked like chains or running water, were quietly flowing. The whole room slowly became damp, and then became damp and cold in the low temperature of the night. Such a terrible environment was almost devastating for a weak child. Weakness, hunger, and the damp and dark environment took turns depriving him of his vitality, making his already weak life flame even weaker. But even so, he is still alive, living tenaciously and firmly, his flame is weak, but not extinguished. The sun rises and sets, and night falls again. The dim lights light up in the room again. Xiwang knows that the damn guy has come. Today he was gentle. He fed me some soup and forced me to eat something. Of course, it was all fed by him. After all, it was difficult for me to even raise my hands now. After doing all this, he left himself a small bucket of drinking water and then left. The room became increasingly damp and cold, becoming unbearable. Another day passed, and Xi Wang was able to move a little. When the [Priest] came at night, Xi Wang attacked him without hesitation, and then failed as expected.
"really interesting." He looked at Xi Wang who was beaten to his knees and spoke with interest. "You are actually in a rare mood to resist me today... As expected, you are still a bad boy. I gave you too much food and water." He slowly tied up Xi Wang, then hung Xi Wang up, and touched Xi Wang's body as if he was admiring an object. Then he cut the bandages, looked at the healed and scabbed wound, and spoke in admiration. "As expected, you are the most perfect existence for me... I really hope that I can really get you someday."