Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 561 - 240 Dragon Blood Curse_3

Chapter 561: Chapter 240 Dragon Blood Curse_3

Dusa frowned, "But when you introduced yourself, you clearly said you were half-siblings, and Mister Lando’s previous partner was also a holder of Dragon Blood?"

"Hmm, he has a Dragon Blood collection fetish."

"..."

What the heck is a Dragon Blood collection fetish? That’s ridiculous. Not to mention anything else, can your dad’s body even handle it?

Who cares if he can handle it or not, the man is still alive!

Veronica chuckled inwardly.

As Wayne would say, bullying the honest isn’t something to be proud of, although it really is satisfying. The real skill is in tricking the clever ones.

She tasted the joy of deceiving the clever, and it was very delightful.

Two minutes later, a helpless Alex admitted defeat and surrendered, asking his sister to heal his bruised and swollen face.

I don’t know whether it was Wayne’s fists that had tracking or his face that had been targeted, but the rest of him was unharmed, just the face was swollen.

Dusa felt somewhat sorry for him, it was too hateful; she had never hit someone that hard before.

"What did I say, it’s not fair, you had to..."

Wayne looked apologetic, put down his savior complex, respected the destiny of others, and continued, "According to what you said, I’ll set the rules for sparring tomorrow. I choose to stick to today’s rules."

Dusa stood in front of her brother, took a deep breath, and said, "Don’t waste your time, I’ll give you two pieces of information directly."

"How can that be okay? I don’t want to take advantage of the weak. I just want to earn the information fair and square with my own hands." Wayne insisted on his principles, not accepting handouts.

Such thick skin, if you were a woman, the Holy Maiden’s title would undoubtedly go to you!

Dusa rolled her eyes, not wanting her brother to continue getting beat up the next day, and offered three pieces of information in exchange, which finally made Wayne desist reluctantly.

"The first challenge is the Magic Barrier·Nightmare Corridor, created by the Great Prophet. It can twist reality and dreams, project fears, create illusions, and excavate the ugliness deep within a person." Dusa shared the information.

So much for three pieces of information, why just one?

Veronica was confused, turning her head to look at Wayne, if in doubt, ask the loser of society, he would definitely understand.

Wayne got it, breaking down one piece of information into three bits.

The Nightmare Corridor and its dream manipulation abilities, that’s two pieces there, and the key bit of information, Alex and his sister have the Great Prophet backing them, and the postman delivering packages works for the Great Prophet.

If you’re brave enough, sneaking in and out of the manor away from other higher-ups is extremely difficult. Saina had to deliver the packages herself, so that postman must be the Great Prophet.

"So, what’s the way to break the dream?" Wayne asked.

"Exchange an equivalent piece of information, and I will tell you." Dusa responded promptly.

"Never mind then, we can talk about it in a few days."

Wayne shook off his hand and left with Veronica, leaving Dusa stomping her foot on the spot, fiercely kicking her own brother.

"It’s all because of your kindness, losing twice in a row!"

Hearing the raging voice behind him, Wayne’s mood was extremely joyful, and Veronica was also somewhat secretly pleased, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Do you want to exchange information? The Nightmare Corridor sounds pretty formidable. You’re so wicked, the ugliness in your heart must be impossible to show in daylight."

"The ugliness inside my heart..."

Wayne raised his hand to touch his chin, more worried about the secrets in his heart being exposed than the ugliness.

Not to mention the far-fetched scenario; the high-ups from Church headquarters were spectating nearby, just as he steadied himself, a Death Knight jumped out, the scene must have been incredibly picturesque.

Wayne thought about it and felt a wave of annoyance; this Nightmare Corridor really was disgusting.

"I’m asking you, what is this ugliness inside your heart?" Wayne didn’t answer, and Veronica was quite curious.

"I got married, and the bride in the wedding dress was you..."

What kind of ugliness is that?

Veronica’s face turned red with a girlish sweetness as she turned her head away and huffed, "You’re dreaming, I won’t marry you."

"I haven’t finished yet, besides you, the brides also include Chris and Vivi."

"..."

Veronica: (눈‸눈)

Bang!

Wayne covered his face, drawing in a breath of cold air, "Compared to my trivial ambitions, what’s the ugliness inside you, me?"

No, in your dreams, you don’t even dare to fight back.

Veronica blinked, tangled for a moment, and said, "Mother mentioned that Dragon Blood is cursed, the stronger our power, the higher our magical realm, the more terrifying the curse that erupts."

"Go on, I’m very curious about this."

Wayne frowned tightly, "Has the teacher’s curse ever erupted, or is it because of the curse that she has never been able to break through to the Legendary Realm?"

"Not sure, mother never mentioned these things..."

Veronica shook her head, "Mother doesn’t understand the specifics either, if I have to discuss nightmares, all I can think of is the Dragon Blood Curse."

Veronica simply described the nightmares she could imagine, bloodline evolution, turning into a Giant Dragon in her dreams, not being able to keep up with a powerful body, breathing fire and causing havoc everywhere.

Every time she encountered the dragon-slaying hero Vivi who came to challenge her, she flicked them into the sky to become stars with a swing of her tail.

And incidentally, she locked her senior sister in the castle.

Veronica didn’t speak about the last part, only talking about becoming the Evil Dragon, because after witnessing Megan’s Giant Dragon form, the rendering materials loaded perfectly, confident the dream would feel even more realistic.

Wayne stroked his chin, pondering for a moment then said, "That shouldn’t be right, you’ve turned into a Giant Dragon in the dream, why didn’t you lock me up in the castle?"

"Because that’s your dream, not mine," Veronica swatted the hand from her chin.

That makes so much sense.

Wayne, unable to refute, knew the Nightmare Corridor could be passed by exchanging information, but the Dragon Blood Curse was of particular concern to him.

The teacher had Dragon Blood, Veronica had Dragon Blood; the curse would erupt sooner or later. Perhaps the Nightmare Corridor was an opportunity to glimpse the truth of the Dragon Blood Curse, preparing for the future outbreaks of Dragon Blood.

Suddenly, Wayne thought of Saina, who definitely also had the curse with her Dragon Blood; he wondered if she had overcome it and by what means.

A woman older by three keeps a gold brick; Saina is so much older she might be a hundred years, indeed a veritable gold mine.

Although Wayne didn’t like her, he had to admit his teacher’s teacher indeed had something about her. If he could be treated like a true successor by her, he’d surely reap enormous benefits.

At least it would save him fifty years from taking detours.

"Veronica, be a bit sweeter to Saina the next time you see her," he said.

"Uh, she has a strange look in her eyes when she sees me..."

Veronica diplomatically expressed her disfavor towards Saina, whose look seemed almost cannibalistic; Wayne had that kind of gaze, too, but not in the same manner.

"Then never mind, I’ll handle it myself."

Veronica was not a great actress, so Wayne decided to step in.

As he spoke, he also thought of his own nightmares, counting the battlesscapes, the exposure of the Vest System, his true connection to Austin...

None of these could be called nightmares.

Wayne asked himself what his true nightmare was, quickly finding an answer.

Dragonheart Island, the Ancient God peering out, extending an invitation to him.

"If I don’t copy the answers and just walk into the Nightmare Corridor, would that cause the Ancient God to descend?"