Chapter 77: Weaving a Nightmare

Chapter 77: Weaving a Nightmare

I really returned to Utopia just like that… Seeing the scene outside, Wendel inexplicably felt a little relieved and relaxed. He no longer had any doubts about his choice to appear in court and testify.

One had to know that the place he had just been in was the washroom inside MI9 headquarters. Even a fully armed army should have had no chance of breaking in.

Slowly exhaling, Wendel walked out of the washroom and headed toward the entrance of the hall.

Behind him, in an unnoticed corner of the washroom, the pitch-black crow draped itself in a gauze like shadow and lost all sense of solid existence. Even if one looked straight at it, it would be difficult to discover it.

Then its body grew increasingly transparent, swiftly dissipating until it vanished completely.

By then, Wendel had already walked several meters into the hall and saw a policeman in a black-and-white checkered uniform enter through the doorway.

It was none other than the young officer Byers, who had invited him to testify in court.

“I knew you would definitely come, because you are a kind person.” Byers smiled as he walked toward Wendel.

Hearing that praise, Wendel’s heart finally settled back into place. Then, by instinct, he looked back and saw that the washroom he had come out of had changed appearance. It no longer felt familiar to him.

…

Inside the dream labyrinth pieced together from many minds, the enormous white rabbit walking upright forcefully squeezed through the open doorway and entered the wilderness where grayish-white pillars towered and magnificent palaces stood.

Mr. Wrath… Although the other party was not wearing that personality mask, the unforgettable features still allowed Audrey to recognize who it was at a glance.

This was somewhat beyond her expectations, yet it did not make her feel especially surprised.

In her view, to deal with Ariehogg, that ancient mind dragon, relying on Mr. Wrath alone should not be enough, even though Mr. Fool had once reminded her to beware of him.

After all, the behind-the-scenes leader of the Psychology Alchemists, the former King of Angels, had already become a Sequence 0 true god. According to the knowledge shared within the Tarot Club, there should not and could not be another Author in the real world. In that case, no matter how powerful Mr. Wrath was, as long as he was still within the Spectator pathway, he would at most be at the same level as Ariehogg, differing only in combat experience, research into the psyche, and self-cultivation.

At that moment, as the giant rabbit entered, Ariehogg, whose enormous scales were grayish-white, opened His membrane-covered wings with a rustle, instantly casting a shadow over the surrounding area.

The white rabbit pushed off with both feet and abruptly became extremely large, like a small hill.

At the same time, directly above Him, the dim sky suddenly brightened, while beneath His feet, the ground split into crack after crack and gushed out crimson magma.

Immediately afterward, a blurry and distorted figure appeared behind Him.

The figure wore a simple white robe. His appearance was difficult to see clearly, and His age could not be distinguished. One could only vaguely tell that He was male.

Behind His head hung a halo radiating brilliant light, like a miniature sun. Beneath His feet was an illusory clock divided into twelve sections, each section containing symbols representing different times. Behind Him hung a shadow like a curtain, and within that shadow, there seemed to be an eye silently peering outward.

This figure had only just formed an outline, yet the entire dream labyrinth began shaking violently, and grayish fragments kept falling from the void.

Two completely opposite sensations—filthy depravity and pure sunlight—swiftly spread around the giant white rabbit, corroding or assimilating this region.

However, the figure in the simple white robe was always unable to truly take shape, unable to walk from…