Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!-Chapter 378: D140. Dreamlands

Breaking free from that dream which was less of a nightmare and more of a bizarre dream, the Hero took a step forward. Under the effect of the Knowledge Hunter’s magic, she passed through the barriers of consciousness and entered the realm of collective dreams.

Upon setting foot in the Dreamlands, what caught her eyes was a piece of wreckage floating in the air. The wreckage’s shape was indistinguishable, enveloped in black mist, resembling a dissipating shadow, silently floating on the edge of her consciousness, within reach.

"Is this the Nightmare Sage’s... corpse? Memory?"

Both interpretations were not incorrect. She cautiously observed the wreckage, pondering how to interact with this forbidden fragment.

Although she had no memory of the Nightmare Sage—the Fantasy Species that once tried to capture her for alchemy, as it was always instantly slashed away by the Sergeant every time it appeared, she had, however, been in close contact with it while unconscious, which might be why her dream was able to attract this fragment.

"However, it feels like..." the Hero furrowed her brows in thought.

1. Too small (Touch)

2. Too ethereal (Do not touch) ♛

The wreckage appeared too illusory in her eyes, as if a mere extension of the hand could disperse the illusion, which did not align with the characteristics of the Taboo Knowledge mentioned by the Knowledge Hunter.

Taboo Knowledge always possesses special Life Force. Even if stripped from the Nightmare’s memory, it wouldn’t easily dissipate but would instead exhibit self-aggregation.

And since it’s called taboo, it naturally wouldn’t be so simple, even if in the form of wreckage manifested in the realm of dreams, it should possess adequate weight and substance.

The Hero recalled the points of knowledge the Knowledge Hunter had shared with her. After observing the nearly Transparent wreckage for a while, she had to reluctantly admit that this fragment didn’t hold much value, probably just some insignificant memories.

"It seems this dream was futile," she sighed.

She felt a bit sorry for her grandfather...

The Hero shook her head and looked around curiously again.

"So, this is the scenery of the dream world? No wonder the Nightmares are so fixated on reality."

The sight of the dream world made her slightly furrow her brows.

This really doesn’t seem like a place one could live in normally...

[Dreamrealm—]

1. Grey Desert

2. Lightless Abyss

3. Withered Continent ♛

4. Stormy Sea

5.1

6.2

7.3

8.4

9. Black Mist Stone Forest

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

[Continue Exploration?]

1. Yes ♛

2. No

D2=d2(1)=1

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

The Hero looked back; that was a pristine darkness, representing her own peaceful slumber. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Just by gently stepping back twice, she could return to a peaceful dream, sleep well, and wake up as usual.

As she turned around again, what appeared before her was a bizarrely silent, desolate continent.

The broken buildings stood like decayed yet unrotting corpses, the cracked earth dotted with lifeless withered trees, and indescribable items and bodies filled the entire field of vision.

Everything seemed like abandoned objects, even devoid of colors, only contrasts of black and white existed.

This illusory world was like a patchwork of countless shattered dreams, gloomy, desolate, emitting an oppressive, suffocating aura.

Dreams are hard to continue, dreams are strangely twisted; whether they are sweet dreams or nightmares, they often don’t follow the rules of reality, and those forgotten dreams, those thoughts that sink to the depths of consciousness, accumulate into this junkyard-like Withered Continent.

Just silently gazing at this lifeless ruin, the Hero felt a deep depression enveloping her heart.

This depression was not caused by sentiment; what accumulated on this land were the discarded superficial thoughts of rational beings, the stray thoughts in the minds of intelligent creatures—like the stench-ridden garbage dumps of the real world.

Although there was no ’smell’ here, the thoughts from the real world would instinctively reject this place.

And for the Nightmares born here, if they could understand the concept of "color," it wouldn’t be hard to understand why they are so obsessed with the vibrant bodies of the real world.

Born in such a grey and silent world, the vitality and colors of reality undoubtedly possess a fatal attraction for them.

But this could not justify consorting with Goblins.

Thinking this, the Hero glanced one last time at the swirling black mist around the remnants of the Nightmare Sage.

Since this fragment held no academic value, she had no interest in touching those memories associated with the Goblins.

Without hesitation, she continued to step forward, brushing past the wreckage.

Despite not expecting the Dreamlands to be such an oppressive world, she had already made an Agreement with the Knowledge Hunter, and it was not time to shrink back now.

[Hero’s Search (Global D2+30)]

2d98+30=d98(35)+d98(83)+30=148

[Nightmare’s Remnants (the higher the difference, the better the quality of the remnants, the higher the Nightmare Level)]

D100=d100(80)=80

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

The Hero walked across the Withered Continent.

Everything she could see was in black and white, no moving things, not even a breeze as she walked, nor the footsteps that should have come from below.

In a silence that could drive a common person insane, the young girl earnestly perceived everything around her.

She was searching for "color".

Despite the desolate appearance of this world, the Hero understood that it was not completely lifeless.

The Nightmares feed on dreams; if there were no Vitality here, they would have perished long ago. What the Hero was looking for were the active dreams.

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