Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 413 - 39 Dream Fragment_1

Chapter 413: Chapter 39 Dream Fragment_1

I am alone, trudging through the barren desert. I don’t know where I came from, nor where I am going. I know this is my dream, a dream that I can never escape.

This is a familiar world - a pitch-black sky, devoid of sunlight throughout the year, with only three bright moons hanging above. No matter how time changes, they never move, seemingly fixed there, from the beginning till eternity.

The barren land is covered with endless yellow sand and over it are billions of ghastly, glaring white bones. Rusty swords and broken shields still firmly gripped in the hands of the skeletons, seemingly ready to attack any enemies that come their way. However, that’s just a seeming. They are indeed mere skeletons, and can no longer rise. The fragments of the evil god’s soul have been dealt a heavy blow, their resurrection power fading. All the white bones lay on the ground, like ordinary bodies, silent and harmless.

"Here again?" I want to laugh, I want to let out a mix of laughter and self-mockery, but no laugh comes to my lips. I am confronted by this familiar setting, yet such an alien scenario: "What dream is this."

No one can answer me. The world is dead silent; muffled, monotonous, unending winds fill my ears.

"Which scene from before is this?" I have never seen a world like this. In my memory, this universe was always filled with fierce battles, the grinding of bones and clattering of weapons never ceasing. That should be the true face of this alien world, or should I say, of the world in my dreams. The world should reflect what has happened countless times in my dreams, not like it is now—empty, silent, monotonous.

I traverse this desert alone. I don’t know how long I have been walking, nor how much longer I’ll walk. Everything remains unchanged, regardless of how long I’ve been walking. My view is always filled with desert, wind, and white bones—the exact same desert, wind, and white bones. The whistling wind is the only sound in this world lacking obstacles, even the wind sounds monotonous. When I look up at the sky, the three unchanging moons cast a cold light. Their curved forms look like three indifferent smiles, teasing and mocking—mocking my fear, my weakness, my sins.

I walk in the desert, numb and mechanical. How long have I walked here? A day? A year? A hundred years? A thousand years? Or just a blink of an eye? I don’t know, and there’s no way to guess. Time has lost its significance here. Walking on this land, a moment could be equivalent to eternity.

I walk numbly, mindlessly.

Am I really walking? Why, no matter how much I walk or run, does the scene around me remain the same? Why, no matter how much I run or walk, can I only hear the unchanging sound of the wind? Am I really walking? Or does the so-called ’walking’ only exist in my imagination?

No, I am truly walking, and not everything remains the same. The skeletons covering the ground do have slight changes. Yes, they’re different. This one has particularly large eye sockets; that one is missing three teeth; that one has a broken rib. A pure joy surged up in my heart. Finally, I could confirm that I was indeed moving forward, that I had not completely collapsed in this empty and silent world. Thank you all former enemies of mine, although we once fought each other to death. At this moment, I should thank you; you have given me the courage to keep going.

But knowing this, what difference does it make? Nothing will change. I will still walk alone in this world, enduring monotony, enduring solitude.

Suddenly I understand. I suddenly realize the source of this never-before-seen scene. The scene in front of me should be the world left behind when we departed, a world that had lost all of its divine souls, all of its undead, everything. A world where your soul resides in eternal peace. Is this what you saw before your death? Such a cruel scene, isn’t it, my Nellie, my beloved?

Is this a new punishment, my love? Punishing my past sin? Or punishing my attempt to move on from the past? Maybe I’ll never be able to move on, never escape my sins. But then again, what does it matter? Even if I forever endure endless regret and torment, at the very least, I can be with you every time I dream. I can see your face, and hear your voice.

But where are you this time, my Nellie?

In this monotonous, silent world, the eternal loneliness gnaws at my will and soul. I would give anything to escape this endless solitude. I wish I could speak to someone, anyone. Speak to me, how much longer can I persist in this world?

"Pannis, Pannis, wake up."

Who is it? Who is calling me? Oh, right, this is a dream. It’s just a dream; I should wake up now.

The dream world quickly blurs and crumbles before my eyes, but at the last moment, I seem to see a familiar figure, blossoming with a familiar smile, waving at me from afar, a gentle voice softly whispers in my ear, see you next time, my beloved.

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"Huff Huff Huff." Pannis abruptly sat upright, waking from a shallow sleep.

"Are you okay?" Catherine, who had been leaning in, was startled by his sudden movement. She asked softly, "Why the dramatic action, did you have a nightmare again?"

"Huff, nothing." Pannis put his hands over his face, rubbing hard a few times to cover the disappointment and unease on his face. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Not long." Catherine checked the timer, "We still have ten minutes before departure."

"Good, I haven’t slept too much." Pannis moved his stiff body around and looked around. Lina and Vivian were in a sleeping state after taking medication, recovering their mana and vitality. Marcia was leaning on her backpack, trying her best to relax her muscles, using her Aggression to relieve fatigue. Meanwhile, Catherine, who should have completed this process, was guarding everyone. Five obedient Silver Wolves were lying nearby, occasionally chewing on a few blades of grass with a leisurely and contented appearance.

"Get up and get ready." Catherine handed Pannis a towel, "Wipe off your sweat, you always sweat like this when you wake up from a dream. I wonder what you dream about."

"Just a nightmare." Pannis shrugged with a nonchalant look, holding Catherine’s hand to stand up and said, "You mentioned your own nightmares before you rested earlier. It’s nothing serious."

"I don’t call that a nightmare." Catherine said earnestly, "I like that kind of dream. In my dream, I feel like I’m getting closer to Lady Nellie. I can even sense that Lady Nellie’s Divine Soul is watching me in the Divine Realm, giving me unlimited courage. I don’t know why that dream appears, but I hope it could happen more often, the more the better."

"Like me?" Pannis laughed bitterly, sighing, "Actually, that’s not your dream, it’s Annie’s. Because Annie is Undead, her soul is unstable when she rests, and some fragments of dreams might dissipate. You were the closest and have a deep relationship with her, so naturally you received it."

"Annie’s dream?" Catherine frowned, asking in confusion, "But how could Annie have seen those things? Assuming she didn’t lie to us, she shouldn’t be able to dream of such a scene or even know about the existence of Lady Nellie."

"So, this further confirms my previous assumption on why these spirits with wisdom appeared." Pannis explained after fastening his backpack and hanging various tools back on his body, "What I think is that those aren’t part of Annie’s memory. Over one hundred years ago, Kyle and the others broke into the Alternate Space through Death’s Gate and directly targeted the God Soul Fragment. You should also have thought of this, that the scene you dreamed of was from that time, right?"

"Yes, that’s what I thought," Catherine nodded, "I can only come up with this explanation."

"Well, your thoughts are probably right," Pannis spoke patiently, acting as if he had no connection to the matter at hand, "Neither you nor Annie saw that scene, but there was one who did. Or rather, there was something that saw it."

"I understand now," Catherine said in sudden realization, "You think it’s the fragments of the fallen god’s consciousness when it crumbled under Lady Nellie’s self-attack, don’t you?"

"Yes, there should be many fragments of consciousness," Pannis responded, "But because they were filtered by Nellie, only fragments related to her escaped, which were received by any Undead that recovered their divine wisdom due to the influence of the God Soul Fragment. These consciousness fragments are extremely tiny remnants, which is why they only appear sporadically in the form of dreams."

"It sounds plausible," Catherine sighed, shaking her head, "But I always feel there’s something wrong."

"These are all just assumptions," Pannis said, "What exactly happened, why it happened, perhaps even those who’ve been to the Alternate Space don’t know, perhaps only the remnants of the fallen god and..."

Before he could finish, Vivian and Lina, who had been sleeping next to him, woke simultaneously from the effect of the potion. Lina, still in a daze, sat up and shook her head hard, shaking out her tangled silver hair like she was shaking off water. Vivian, eyes still half-closed, crawled up from the ground after a few seconds and said, "We didn’t oversleep, right?"

"Just in time," Pannis helped the two up, "One hour is up, let’s see who is hiding here after all." (To be continued. If you like this story, please vote and support it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)