Quadruple split.

Chapter 2889 Dream Fades
"It's almost time."

A moment later, having enjoyed her last moment of leisure, Mengjing lightly leaped down from the windowsill, walked slowly to Diana, and smiled slightly at her: "Did I buy you enough time?"

Diana calmly looked at her dream and smiled as if it were a mirror image: "I think so."

"That's good."

Dream nodded, gazing at the 'self' before her, and said softly, "Compared to being completely swallowed up by that terrifying concept in the heavens, merely losing the right to dream is a negligible price, isn't it?"

Diana paused for a moment, then slowly said, "You've got it wrong."

"A mistake?"

Mengjing was also taken aback and hurriedly asked, "What did you say is wrong? What did I mistake?"

“Losing the right to dream is not a trivial price to pay, and moreover…”

Diana calmly looked at the dreamscape, which had faded to a state of pure black and white, and explained with a smile, "This level of sacrifice is not enough to extinguish that distorted night."

"What...what did you say!?"

Mengjing's eyes widened instantly as she stared intently at the real body before her, asking in bewilderment, "What do you mean by not being able to extinguish that distorted darkness?"

Diana didn't give an answer immediately, but after two seconds she gave a somewhat hesitant smile and said softly, "That's what I mean. Since Danmas Remedop couldn't escape, and since Mutal Kirabi couldn't escape, why do you think that I... we, Diana A. Archizolti, can escape?"

Dream stared blankly at Diana for a long while before gritting her teeth and saying, "No, this is impossible. I clearly foresaw that as long as Dream bears all the pollution of that concept and then buries it forever, you can survive and get rid of that filth. And I clearly saw that although Danmas is dead, Mutal Kirabi is still alive. He is doing things, and he has not given up."

"Yes, I know."

Diana smiled and said softly, “But this doesn’t contradict what I said before, does it? Danmas Remedop died because he didn’t escape; Mutal Chirabi didn’t die, but that’s not enough to prove he escaped. I can see… although I couldn’t in the past, I can barely see now. He’s doing things, he’s trying, he’s in a bad state, he’s beyond saving.”

Dream pursed her lips and said in a dry voice, "So what? What are you trying to say? Danmas is dead, Mutal is beyond saving, and you... you who also saw that thing, are you beyond saving too? Is that right? Even though I have decided to bury myself and do everything in my power to ensure your safety, you still think so, don't you, Diana A. Archizolti?"

"It was indeed a terrible situation, but I never thought of deceiving myself."

Diana sighed, then stopped looking at the dream before her and looked up at the starless sky, which had been almost completely swallowed by the distortion and abyss. She murmured, "The erosion has never stopped. Otherwise, why would 'Diana' keep speaking in the way of 'you' and 'I'? Why emphasize that one of them is 'Diana A. Archizolti'? And... does the so-called 'one of them' and 'one of them' even exist?"

"Stop."

The dream, which had been excited, suddenly became eerily calm and said in a deep voice, "Stop thinking about it, Diana A. Archizolti, stop immediately."

"Two perspectives...what an ingenious method..."

Diana ignored her and murmured softly, "I must thank that 'Singer,' who is undoubtedly the greatest astrologer of this era. He did what Danmas and I could not do. Mutal Kirabi, although we never met, he left me with the most precious legacy."

Dream looked at Diana expressionlessly and said in a deep voice, "But you are about to destroy this 'legacy'."

"No, the singer knew very well that giving himself an extra perspective could only yield results in the short term. Although he might have had higher expectations for this method, unfortunately, the moment he 'woke up,' he realized how naive the idea was."

Diana sighed silently and lowered her eyes, saying, "That concept cannot be separated by a mere 'dual perspective,' nor can it be isolated or torn apart by some seemingly painful sacrifice. The reason this method can have a slight effect is simply because the 'multiple perspectives' themselves have a certain similarity to the deepest core of that concept."

Dream clenched her fists and said sharply, "Stop thinking about it!"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Diana shook her head and chuckled, "I've already gotten what I wanted, so it's okay to face reality and accept it from now on."

Dream: "..."

"you guess--"

Diana gazed at the dream before her and asked playfully, "When did we gradually begin to regain 'wakefulness'?"

Dream nodded slightly and said calmly, "Now that we've regained our 'wakefulness,' how could we not know?"

"Frank Hughes only had eyes for Diana A. Archizolti. He loved me as much as I loved him."

Diana slowly walked to the dream, gently embracing the 'self' that had never existed, merely a 'perspective' of her, and murmured, "So even if it's just 'Diana's dream,' he would never be willing to embrace it as Frank Hughes."

"..."

“But he held ‘me,’ so I immediately knew that there was never any embodiment of a dream, there was never another Diana, and that I was unique in his eyes, and always unique.”

"Then why did he ask me 'Who are you?'?"

“Because even if he wasn’t deeply in love with me, ‘Frank’ would still satisfy most of Diana’s desires, whether they were willful or not, and at that time, I needed to have both perspectives.”

"Alright, let me start recalling..."

"reason."

"The opportunity was..."

"Mutar Kirabi's Last Struggle"

"The carrier is."

"Diana A. Archizolti's dream, because Frank is in my dream, so besides Frank, this is my favorite dream, the dream I rely on the most, and the dream I am most easily immersed in."

"The purpose is..."

"I'll recall this later."

"turn out."

“I successfully imitated the singer, splitting my perspective into two parts: one self-awareness as Diana A. Archizorti, and the other self-awareness as Diana A. Archizorti gaining consciousness and bearing the corrosive dream.”

"The result is."

"I managed to protect the 'first-person perspective' from contamination to the greatest extent possible in a short period of time, but because the 'second-person perspective' was severely compromised, I have essentially gone mad."

"The current situation is..."

"After the balance was broken, the second perspective was eroded too quickly. Although it maintained a last shred of rationality with 'Frank Hughes' as its anchor, it was completely out of control. The rampant spread was only a matter of time, measured in minutes."

The solution is...

"According to the original plan, the dual perspective will end at a specific time to rebalance my erosion level, while using the resistance accumulated from the second perspective to buy a window of opportunity."

"Time is."

"Now."

"The purpose is..."

"Without purpose."

"The purpose is..."

"Without purpose."

"The purpose is..."

"..."

"Have I forgotten something?"

"I haven't forgotten anything."

"Have I forgotten something?"

"I haven't forgotten anything."

"Have I forgotten something?"

"I haven't forgotten anything."

"My love is."

“Frank Hughes.” “What will happen to him if I fail?”

"..."

"Have I forgotten something?"

"Purpose."

"What is the purpose?"

"To fall into this dream, after one last glimpse of the future, is what I want to do."

"The purpose is..."

"..."

"The purpose is..."

"..."

"The purpose is..."

"In the final window of opportunity, get closer to that concept."

"Then."

"Bring Frank Hughes... bring the otherworldly being Tanmo into the dream and make him identify with it."

"Then."

"The malice of confusing that concept with my own."

"Then."

"Use that concept to break the rules."

"Then."

“Outside the rules, suppress that concept and return in another form.”

"Then."

"In the moment of return, see as many things as possible, then turn those things into your subconscious and seal your abilities."

"Then."

"Let that concept devour me."

"Then."

"Diana A. Archizolti's fate will be sealed."

"Then."

"do not know."

"at last."

“Tell Frank Hughes that I love him, and then say goodbye to him.”

Do you regret it?

"I'm looking forward to the days from now until the very last moment."

"I'm looking forward to the days from now until the very last moment."

Diana opened her eyes.

Behind her, a sea of ​​flowers suddenly appeared.

"Frank".

She smiled happily, clutching the silly letter tightly in her arms, and fell into the beautiful sea of ​​flowers—

"I miss you so much."

The next instant, this last sanctuary that held Diana A. Archizorti's consciousness crumbled, crushed into dust by the endless night, and ceased to exist.

……

at the same time
Onic City, Central Administrative District, in front of the Lord of Sin's Mansion

"Good girl...good girl..."

A middle-aged man, shrouded in a simple black cloak, his hair and beard disheveled, his eyes cloudy and vacant, looked up at the sky and smiled at the non-existent, recently fallen star, repeatedly muttering, "Good girl... good girl..."

"Who goes there—"

The next instant, accompanied by a sharp shout, three jet-black longswords were simultaneously placed at three different angles to the man's neck.

This is a patrol squad of the Black Fang Legion. As one of the few entities in Onic City that possesses basic human form and consciousness, they are also the only unit allowed to enter the central administrative district. Although everyone knows that 'patrolling' in such a place is unlikely to encounter anything that needs to be dealt with, the loyal warriors still meticulously perform their duties every day, even though the matter is completely meaningless.

However, at this very moment, they actually encountered a guy who had absolutely no reason to be there and seemed suspicious beyond belief.

"Oh."

The suspicious man chuckled, shaking his neck as if the sharp blade at his neck, capable of decapitating him with a mere flick of it, didn't exist. He casually remarked, "First... the pathetic remnants..."

"what's the situation?"

The butler of the Sinful Mansion, and Li Fo Astor, the agent of Tianzhu Mountain, appeared silently beside the three Black Fang warriors. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a furrowed brow and asked, "Who is he?"

"Your Excellency Astor."

One of the Black Fang warriors nodded to Li Fo with neither servility nor arrogance, and said solemnly, "He was here when we found him. Before that, we had not received any news that such a person had entered Onic City."

Li Fo nodded slightly, then waved his hand to signal the three Black Fang warriors to put away their weapons and let go of the middle-aged man who, no matter how you looked at him, had no fighting ability, acted madly, and had cloudy eyes. He then politely asked the man, "May I ask your name, sir?"

The man gave a strange smile and murmured, "...Fara...Konda..."

"Fara?"

Li Fo paused for a moment, then subconsciously repeated, "Kangda?"

The very next second, accompanied by a flash of silver light, Osiris, who appeared handsome, tall, and young, stood before the Sinful Lord's Mansion. He turned to Li Fo and the others and smiled, "Master Merlin sent me here to pick up Xiao Wenqiu. The child said he wants to go back to Heres. What brings you all here..."

"Original Sin Knight".

The man clutched his head, his voice hoarse as he said, "Lord of Calamities—"

"I apologize for keeping you waiting, Your Excellency Bishop White."

Instead of wearing her usual dark and cold armor, Dora Shika, dressed in casual clothes (a long dress, riding boots, and loose hair), pushed open the mansion gate while carrying the girl. She said apologetically to Osiris, "Wenqiu wasn't feeling well just now, but she's fine now... Hmm?"

As she spoke the last sentence, Dora's gaze was already fixed on the middle-aged man.

"Wow!"

Wen Qiu's eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "It's a dirty old man!"

"I'm not a dirty old man."

The man casually pulled off his hood, revealing a face that perfectly matched the description of a 'dirty old man,' and winked at the girl—

"[The Destroyer] Mutar Kirabi greets you, little lady."

Chapter 2880: The End