I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 101: The Opening of the Sky City
The pain continued to escalate, and Rowling was in so much pain that she could no longer feel the outside world.

She couldn't even be sure whether she had hugged Ned.

Rowling no longer knew what to do, she was hoping someone would tell her what to do next.

But unfortunately, she couldn't wait for this person.

Rowling's perception of time also became quite dull, all due to the pain.

Rowling knew very well that if it weren't for the rules of dreams, she would have died from the pollution.

But also because of the rules of dreams, Rowling is now experiencing the pain of death every moment.

This is far more miserable than the dreamer who was eaten all night.

Rowling found that she had misjudged another matter.

She originally thought that she might not be able to withstand a night's eating, but now it seems that she is stronger than she thought.

As for why this result occurred, Rowling couldn't figure it out and didn't intend to think about it.

She just wanted to protect Ned now.

Perhaps it was this wish that attracted the favor of the gods, but Rowling actually found that her sense of touch was slowly recovering.

Other senses are gradually coming online.

The smell, the temperature, the sound, the sight.

Of course, the pain is gradually decreasing.

Finally, Rowling felt that she was hugging a pair of slender legs. She realized that it was Ned, and she really had not let her go.

Rowling smiled with satisfaction. She raised her hand to wipe away the blood stains that stuck to her eyelids and opened her eyes with difficulty.

She could see the world clearly.

At the same time, Ned, who was standing upright, collapsed, but fortunately Rowling supported her in time.

"Miss Ned, Miss Ned!"

"Where…where am I?"

"Don't worry, you're with me, I will protect you."

"……Um."

Like a tired child, Ned finally fell asleep peacefully in Rowling's arms.

The heavy stone in Rowling's heart also fell to the ground at this moment.

Ned was very safe, which meant that she lived up to Wyatt's expectations and did not disgrace the spirit of chivalry.

After calming down, Rowling finally had time to observe her surroundings.

The glowing mural is no longer on the stone wall in front of me, but the structure of the cave remains the same. The most noteworthy thing is what is behind me.

The wall of rubble was gone.

Instead, there is a hazy high wall.

After a closer look, Rowling discovered that this was not just a high wall.

At the boundary between the cave and the haze, the structure of the cave is gradually collapsing, and the scene is very similar to peeling an egg.

The "eggshell" was peeled off bit by bit by a mysterious force, finally revealing the completely different "egg white".

This scene feels like a dream that is unravelling.

What happened? Is this safe? Is the paranormal over?

All kinds of questions came to Rowling's mind. She wanted to take Ned away from this strange phenomenon, but she found that the direction deep in the escape cave was gradually collapsing.

Rowling and Ned are now like being on an isolated island surrounded by the sea.

Rowling hugged Ned tightly. It was the only thing she could do now.

"I hope this is Director Wyatt's work..."

The space for the two to stand was slowly shrinking, and eventually, unsurprisingly, they were swallowed up by the haze.

…………

In front of the half-open gate of the Sky City, Wyatt was conducting a non-existent piece of music with his eyes closed.

He was humming some tune, and his right index finger and thumb were holding an imaginary baton. At this moment, Wyatt was conducting passionately. This kind of scene could only be seen in a theater. Morton's mouth had been unable to close since just now. He was deeply shocked by the scene before his eyes.

The starry sky above, the clouds below, and the sky on all sides are gradually breaking apart, revealing the haziness hidden underneath.

This hazy thing that resembles the state before falling asleep is the most basic framework of all dreams, and it is called the "boundary."

This is the buffer zone that distinguishes dreams from reality, and it is also something that dream research must face.

Morton was very familiar with this boundary. It was the first thing he came into contact with related to dreams.

In his past studies, Morton had also heard and seen signs of dream collapse.

If dreams are compared to a ship sailing on the sea, the hazy boundary is the sea water that supports it.

Under normal circumstances, seawater separates ships from the seabed, preventing the two from interacting with each other.

But if the ship itself is damaged, seawater will rush into the cabin, the ship will sink, and slowly make contact with the seabed.

Eventually, the ship became a wreck and part of the underwater scenery.

And reality is the seabed in this metaphor.

As dreams collapse, boundaries will fill the gaps, and eventually the dream will disappear completely, which will more or less have a certain impact on reality.

The larger the dream, the closer it is to the original dream, or the more powerful the owner of the dream, the larger its scale will be.

The greater the impact on reality when it collapses.

The brutal destruction of Gustav's dream will cause a great disturbance in reality.

Maybe there will be a new polluting creature related to dragons in this world, or even an evil creature will appear out of nowhere.

As a dream scholar, understanding the impact of dream collapse is a required course.

This includes analysis, prevention, and even speculation.

Although Morton's research on dreams is not as good as Prince's, he is also a first-class dream scholar, so he can simply speculate the influence of Gustav's dream.

The current situation is very simple. Someone has single-handedly borne the impact of the collapse of the entire dream.

Pollution, evil, these are secondary.

This is Gustav's dream. When the supreme black dragon emperor ascended the throne, he had the physical strength to compete with human apostles.

What's more, among the mainstream research on the dragon race, there is a discussion on which great being Gustav is the apostle of.

The Black Dragon Emperor is now tied to the apostle.

For an apostle of the Dragon Emperor level, even his dreams after death are extremely terrifying.

Adelaide's bones affected the entire wasteland territory, not to mention the dream that carried all of Gustav's mental power.

Who on earth is this guy?

A scourge? A fallen scourge? An apostle?

Or maybe he is the incarnation of a god.

One person took on Gustav's remaining mental strength, which is simply not something a human can do.

What's more, he also opened the Sky City!

The ultimate answer...the truth, is right before your eyes!

Morton stood up tremblingly, trying to overcome the obstacles and enter the City of the Sky.

But as he passed Wyatt, he was grabbed by the shoulder.

"The place ahead is not where you should go. You still have to live to be judged. Don't die."

"The truth is right before my eyes, how can I...how can I!"

Wyatt ignored him and threw Morton into the haze behind him.

"Do not!!!"

Morton stared at Wyatt's back as he walked towards the Sky City with his eyes wide open.

He has lost the opportunity to see the truth.

Because this dreamland will no longer invite any outsiders.

(End of this chapter)