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She only saw her mother Ifatia and father Migaia standing in front of the newly opened shop, carrying cake boxes, and seemed to be preparing to go home as well.
I should see people every day, but it feels like I haven’t seen them for many years.
She didn't even dare to go forward, fearing that she would not be able to distinguish between dreams and reality, and that it would suddenly turn into a nightmare again, causing her to lose this steady yet intense happiness once again.
But Ifatia did not hesitate like Hyperion. When she saw Hyperion, she walked over with a smile.
"Look, Hyperion, we bought you a birthday cake. I heard that the products of this restaurant are very popular among the residents nearby!"
Ifatia raised the cake box in her hand and grinned at Hyperion.
Just like I can't wait to celebrate my daughter's birthday.
"..."
Hyperion didn't take the cake box for a long time, and I don't know what she was afraid of.
Finally, her tears fell and she rushed forward to hug the two figures.
"Oh, what are you doing?"
Ifatia smiled shyly.
Although she didn't mind being held by her daughter, there were still some pedestrians on the street looking at them.
For humans, the logical reaction in such a situation would be to be shy.
However, considering her daughter's mood, she decided to accommodate Hyperion.
Miaiya spread out her right hand helplessly. It was Hyperion's birthday today anyway, so let her be happy.
"By the way, Hyperion, tomorrow is the weekend and I'm on vacation. I'll take you to the South Wantina Territory. The sea view there is very beautiful."
"Ever since I took you there when you were a child, you've been thinking about it for a long time, but you may not remember it now."
……
In the high-dimensional observation space, the Ice Witch clenched her palms. She was always calm, but at this moment, she couldn't help but feel worried for Hyperion.
Hyperion's condition seemed to be very bad, and she had absolutely no intention of escaping the dream.
Originally, when they were getting along in the Kingdom of Aethertalan, she thought that Hyperion was positive and cheerful, and would not sink too deeply into this "fallen land of gentleness". Now, maybe she thought the opposite.
There are a total of 131 floor tiles from here to the portal to the next level. The space on each floor tile will trigger an illusion the moment someone steps into it, with a short cooling time.
In the prison guard trial rules of Helrom Prison, several people can form a team and help each other.
For example, let one person step into an area with floor tiles and fall into a dream first, and then the others enter his dream through the floor tiles, and find a way to wake him up within a certain period of time. Then the others step onto new floor tiles one by one, trying not to let one person fall into dreams continuously, and give them enough time to rest.
But there is also a prerequisite, that is, someone must first rely on his own strength to get out of the illusion.
In addition, warden whose mental state seems to be extremely bad may also interfere negatively.
As for the real trial of the great demon clan, it requires a demon clan to take 131 steps alone and walk out of the illusion 131 times in a row with his own strength, without relying on the help of any other creature.
Most of the demons who started the challenge would die within the first ten or twenty steps, sinking into a dream and their souls dissolving.
Only those demons whose hearts are evil and determined to the extreme can see through the illusion here, because there is not a single soft spot in their hearts, let alone flaws and weaknesses. Therefore, in the fantasy that does not fall deep enough, they can find the critical point between dreams and reality and turn it back.
Even for some extreme individuals, there is not much difference between reality and dreams.
Even in a dream, one can be the most cruel and destroy everything.
The more the rest of the creatures lean toward the good camp and the more sentimental they are, the more likely they will be destroyed in this illusion.
The Ice and Snow Witch knew that she could not pass the great demon trial of [Falling Land of Tenderness].
Now she could only pray that the three suspected Resurrectionists could help Hyperion.
But at the moment, it seems that the three guys are also motionless.
It seems that they are not particularly bad people, but also have great flaws in their hearts.
Only... the one lying on the ground seemed to be moving a little...
……
In Helrom Prison, Warden Selena observed the five prison guards.
She is basically invincible at this level. After seeing through other people's weaknesses, she can even create an illusion to manipulate her enemies at will, or pretend to be an important person.
She clasped her hands together, as if it were a pre-dinner ritual, and could no longer resist tasting the silver-haired girl's delicious pain.
"but……"
Selena muttered to herself as she glanced at the black-haired, green-eyed girl on the ground.
The illusion she fell into seemed strangely grand, and it constantly drew upon barrier spells to deepen the reality of her dream, even to the point where the entire prison's magic power had to be mobilized for her in order to maintain her illusion.
Warden Selena couldn't help but wonder what was the dream in her heart that could never be realized?
You can't be wanting world peace, right?
So Selena moved a little closer to the masked girl with black hair and green eyes.
Decided to see what this girl was thinking.
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ps: Please do not force the connection with the old book. If you must connect it, you will find that many settings in the old book are wrong. Forcing the connection will seriously mislead other readers with wrong plots and settings.
Chapter 405 The World Lanqi Wants
Warden Selena temporarily focused her attention on the girl lying on the ground in the entrance hall on the fourth floor below ground.
Selena had never seen such a situation before. It actually required so much magic power to construct her illusion and present her with a [dream that was destined to be impossible to achieve in reality].
Correspondingly, the grandeur of the dream shows how terrible her psychological trauma is.
"Every time I see someone less fortunate than myself, it is an unimaginable wonderful pleasure...it seems that you are the main dish of the day."
There was an unusual light flashing in Selena's eyes, which was both joyful and infatuated. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, outlining a smile that was both sweet and chilling.
She walked towards the poet of great love, her steps full of ritual, and every movement was like the preparation before a meal.
As Selena squatted down beside the girl and closed her eyes, she gradually immersed herself in a whole new world, and the space around her seemed to be rippling with unstable waves.
At this moment, Selena's innermost being was completely released. She felt as if she had broken free from the constraints of her body and was in direct communication with the space of her soul.
When she opened her eyes again, the scene was completely different from the entrance hall on the negative fourth floor of Helrom Prison.
She found herself suspended in the sky, and the ever-changing sky of this world presented constantly changing colors, from the soft pink blue of the morning to the golden red of the evening. At night, the starry sky was like diamonds scattered on black silk, with occasional shooting stars passing by, and it seemed that wishes could be fulfilled instantly.
No matter how fast or slow time passes, the climate is always mild and pleasant, the sun shines through the light clouds, and the breeze lifts the fragrance of flowers and fresh air.
A moment after arriving here, Selena naturally understood the style of this world because of the magic of [Falling Tenderness]. Here, people rarely have conflicts and inequalities. Everyone abides by the rules and respects each other. Tragedies rarely happen, and most of the rest are no different from the real world.
"What a childish fairy tale world..."
Then Selena sneered.
She looked down with disdain. The building was a fusion of futuristic fantasy and classical nature. It looked like both a living space and a surreal work of art.
Looking around, there are suspended buildings and transparent passages everywhere. Some parts of the city seem to violate the laws of gravity and are suspended in the air. Standing on the terrace, it seems as if you can reach out and touch the starry sky.
Light shines through the complex architectural structure, refracting into fantastic and dazzling colors.
Occasionally, there is an unreal psychedelic feeling changing between scenes, as if the magic of the Fallen Gentle Land barrier cannot perfectly depict this world.
"Haha, look, let me make you emotionally broken and see how broken you are."
Selena is now very sure that most people who indulge in this kind of umbrella-like dream are poor people with fragile hearts.
Just like the noble lady just now, the greater the inner trauma, the more beautiful the land of gentleness that makes her unable to extricate herself will be.
When watching other people's dreams, you will first be in a ghostly bystander state and will not affect their dreams.
However, if one wants to interfere and delve into the dream, he will be transformed into a rationalized character and be able to start contacting the owner of the dream.
After breaking through the barrier of dreams.
Selena's figure also materialized and appeared in another place.
She found herself a maid in a mansion, carrying a tray and teacups.
Looking ahead, on the wide terrace on the second floor of the mansion, there was a figure of a young man sitting in front of a canvas, a paintbrush in his hand.
The world around him seems to breathe in sync with his brushstrokes, with each stroke reflecting the environment of the sky.
The boy seemed to notice her, turned his head slightly and gave her a simple greeting.
I saw that the boy had black hair and gentle green eyes.
strangeness.
Selena thought.
The person lying on the ground should be a black-haired girl, but why does she look like a beautiful boy in her mind?
The boy's existence is like the core of this world. His brushstrokes easily outline the glorious scene of this psychedelic city, while also appearing detached and calm.
His paintings do not seem to be bound by this world; instead, it is the world that follows his will and wants to keep up with his paintings.
Although it is currently impossible to tell what is going on deep inside the boy, Selena is not in a hurry to test it, as she is very good at analyzing a person's dream space.
Selena stepped forward.
"How long will you continue to paint here, young master?"
She placed the teacup on the small round table not far from the boy, then folded the tray and her hands in front of her, stood aside, and asked with a smile.
"I do not know either."
The young man spoke leisurely, not caring at all about the passage of time.
"..."
Selena kept smiling.
My heart was already filled with anticipation, jokingly.
He is indeed a fool who cannot extricate himself from the land of gentleness.
Even this ordinary tranquility can satisfy him.