Chapter 173: Dream Analysis

Chapter 173: Dream Analysis

Klein was startled. Instinctively, he turned his body sideways, refusing to leave his back exposed to Leomaster, who was trembling in terror inside the storage room.

He could no longer be certain that this “prisoner” in the linen short robe had no problem!

At that moment, the eyes of the knight in full black armor, who had the same face as Leomaster, flared crimson. He raised that dark, broad straight sword with both hands.

Thud!

He took one step forward and swung downward in a slash, so fast that Klein’s eyes almost failed to catch the motion.

Klein, likewise standing sideways, instinctively raised the Sea God Scepter and made the azure-blue gems at its tip light up at the same time.

Woo!

A tangible hurricane rose out of nowhere, coiling around Klein layer after layer and protecting him at the eye of the storm.

Screech! Black light slashed over. The layers of raging wind collapsed one after another, shooting violently in every direction and making the entire hall tremble.

Boom!

Beneath the dark greatsword, the hurricane erupted with an explosive sound and turned into a shockwave, swallowing the area and sending every piece of piled miscellaneous junk flying into the air.

That violent collision clearly shook the dream. Klein’s mind suddenly blurred, and he could not help rolling over twice.

Thud!

He fell from the bed in his room onto the deck, hitting the floor hard enough that his eyes opened.

That “Black Saint” truly is strong… Or perhaps, because I’ve never truly used the Sea God Scepter in the real world, I can’t restore its full power in the dream… Wait! It’s still night! Klein suddenly noticed a problem.

No noon sunlight was shining in through the window!

His awakening had come from the intense confrontation inside the dream, not from a natural change!

In other words, he had to fall asleep immediately—right now, at once—or else he might very well vanish during this dark night, never to be found again!

The thought had barely flashed through his mind when Klein braced his right hand against the floor, bounced up, and flew toward his bed, landing steadily on it.

Then he visualized countless overlapping spheres of light, swiftly entering the dream.

During that process, Klein’s gaze swept over the window. He vaguely saw that the night outside was deep, cold, quiet, and peaceful, without the slightest trace of evil.

At the same time, he dimly sensed, somewhere far away, a layer of fog covering the sea. Within that fog stood a very ancient-style church with a spire. Its entire body was pitch-black, and it had no bell tower. At the very top, black crows circled and lingered, as though mourning something, lamenting something.

Scattered around the church were many buildings: ordinary two-story houses, crude wooden cabins, a bakery with a hanging signboard, a gray-white mill powered by a waterwheel… One shadowy passerby after another moved through the streets and alleys, their forms hazy and indistinct.

A mirage? The source of danger at night? Did all the missing people lose their minds and go there? Klein awakened within the dream, and the questions he had accumulated earlier subconsciously flashed through his mind.

Immediately afterward, he forcibly restrained his thoughts and took the Sea God Scepter from the “special region of the spirit world”!

He remembered that before leaving the dream, he had been fighting the Black Saint!

Dim golden light entered Klein’s eyes, and everything abruptly opened up before him.

What lay within his sight was no longer the tall knight in black full-body armor, nor Leomaster in a linen short robe. Instead, it was a row of floor-to-ceiling windows facing the setting sun.

The windows were exceptionally clean. Under the sunlight outside, they carried an indescribable purity.

Beside the windows stood long tables of raw wood and brown chairs with backs. A little farther away were rows of bookshelves, filled with all kinds of books.

A library? A…