Chapter 237: A Journey Through Dreams

Chapter 237: A Journey Through Dreams

Klein withdrew his gaze and looked toward the dense forest behind him, so thick that almost no light could enter. He roughly understood where he was.

This was the Decaying Forest that Groselle had guarded back in the Giant King’s Court.

The trees in the forest were dozens of meters tall, their trunks so thick that several giants would have been needed to encircle one. Yet their bark was mottled and rotten in many places, while their branches and leaves had all withered. They hung down, entangling with one another like dim clouds floating in midair.

Groselle and several giants similar to him guarded the forest’s edge. Some carried axes, others greatswords, all focused on watching different directions.

“According to Groselle, the Decaying Forest buries the father and mother of Giant King Aurmir. Apart from that ancient god, no one can enter, including these guards… Mm. Giant King Aurmir’s parents should be the so-called first-generation giants—the maddest, fiercest, most brutal kind, probably… Huh. Why would Groselle have this sort of dream?” As Klein pondered, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

Based on what he had just learned through casual conversations in Pesote City, the current Groselle was a giant born and raised locally, and had no connection to the Giant King’s Court.

Therefore, this dream was clearly abnormal!

“From the theories of the Psychology Alchemists that Madam Daly and Miss Justice mentioned, perhaps when the book world creates characters, it uses or copies the original person’s subconscious and collective subconscious, then makes slight modifications so that the conscious mind satisfies the needs of the current setting. That’s why the current Groselle is influenced by his own subconscious in dreams and reenacts his life back in the Giant King’s Court… If that really is the case, I can only say that this book is a cruel writer…” At that thought, Klein’s heart stirred. He realized this was an opportunity to harvest intelligence related to the Giant King’s Court.

He had originally planned to directly ask Groselle about this. Who would have known that in order to fulfill his promise, the Giant Guardian would die in battle against the King of the North Ulyssan? After leaving the book world, even his spirit body had quickly dissipated, giving no opportunity for communication. Now, Klein finally had another method: exploring Groselle’s dream.

A portion of it would certainly be absurd and exaggerated, but the remaining content would inevitably reflect reality. As long as he studied carefully, distinguishing between them was not impossible.

“Groselle never entered the Decaying Forest. Even if there are scenes inside, they would come from his imagination. There’s no need to explore there…” Klein slowly shifted his gaze toward the mountain peak where the King’s Court was located.

It was not high, indicating that the Decaying Forest was located rather close to the King’s Court on the mountain. From here, there should be a road directly reaching the ancient god’s residence.

Klein did not waste time searching. He walked directly toward Groselle, adopting the manner of someone very familiar with him, and unhurriedly asked, “How should I return to the King’s Court?”

He knew that Groselle was an honest giant—and would certainly be even more honest in a dream.

Groselle raised a hand to scratch the back of his head. Looking down in confusion, he smiled.

“Isn’t it through the Barren Tunnel?”

He pointed diagonally ahead and added, “You can see it once you go around that boulder.”

“Thank you.” Klein sighed and bowed.

Watching his figure leave, Groselle scratched the back of his head again and muttered in confusion, “Who is he? Why do I feel he’s familiar…”

After circling past a protruding boulder on the mountain wall, the space before Klein’s eyes suddenly opened up. A gigantic cave, at least thirty meters tall, appeared before him.

Outside the cave stood a stone stele…