I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

While finding this novel, I couldn't help but have some thoughts.

So he turned his gaze toward the Lostbelt.

The creature with vibrant colors is a human being.

Merlin could only learn from the information within this Lostbelt that his name was Du Wei; the rest of the information was extremely fragmented.

"It's rare to see something so interesting that a mere human could stand up to her."

Merlin's face showed a look of pleasure. Disgust.

Although Dewey is an anomaly in this world, Merlin doesn't harbor any ulterior motives regarding his existence.

After all, he loves stories about humans the most.

He wanted to learn more about Du Wei.

It doesn't matter if they're a human from another world; all you need to do is provide them with a satisfying story.

As a half-nightmare, he had no further demands.

"Oh dear, it's been a long time since I've used this. Let me symbolically intervene in your dream."

Merlin resorted to his old tricks.

To learn about the dreamer's information through dream connections.

For him, who stood almost at the pinnacle of magic, entering dreams to obtain information was his forte.

However, this time was different. (Stroll)

Something lingers in Du Wei's soul.

It was a remnant that even Merlin found repulsive, a feeling beyond description.

As alluring as endless darkness. (Ling)

When those all-seeing eyes looked there.

Suddenly, a blurry figure was captured.

It was a dense existence that one could not even begin to fathom; even the remnants made one feel as if their eyes were about to burst.

His entire body was filled with restless, untamed magic.

Only when I came to my senses did I notice the venomous snakes extending from the abyss.

The ouroboros, exuding pressure enough to crush mountains, flicked its tongue, as if it were about to suck in the universe with a single breath.

The phantom of a serpent (god)!

Merlin had never felt such a strange sensation before.

Breathing became incredibly difficult at that moment.

The ouroboros is nothing but a projection of that infinite mass, a fragment devoid of even intelligence or thought.

Its presence here merely indicates that it once existed.

The snake didn't even look at him.

"Gurgle... I can't go any deeper!"

Merlin felt a slight sweetness rise in his throat.

It was an unmistakably distinct smell of rust.

Fortunately, snake venom itself has no consciousness or intelligence, and thanks to this, he was not targeted.

Even the gods in mythology are not as terrifying as that being.

This is the first time I've experienced the feeling of surviving a disaster.

"...I never thought that I, who claimed to be spying on dreams... would actually stumble in the realm of dreams... How ridiculous."

Merlin, regaining his senses, said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Recalling that blurry snake shadow, a sense of dread still lingered in his heart.

What exactly is existence?

This has never been seen in history, from ancient times to the present.

Currently, I can no longer learn more about the human named Du Wei; I can only observe from the sidelines as a spectator.

But this did not quell Merlin's curiosity.

It's more accurate to say the exact opposite.

Merlin's interest in Duvet has grown even stronger than before.

How will things unfold for him, now that he's been entangled by the ouroboros?

Will his final story have a delightful and joyful ending?

He wanted to see both the process and the outcome.

Merlin likes humans like Du Wei the most.

"May you depict a story worth looking forward to, and of course, a happy ending that brings joy would be the best."

Merlin wiped away the faint trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, he was also considering another issue.

The all-seeing eye indeed couldn't see anything related to Du Wei.

However, we can see the original ending of this Lostbelt story, but interestingly, the ending becomes ambiguous after Du Wei intervenes.

In other words, the course of the story has been changed.

The fate of everyone in Britain has changed.

"Can you make this Britain, which only exists in our imagination, her final destination? Let me just watch... I'll be waiting patiently in the stands."

The magician sat quietly inside the ethereal tower.

He was like a cheerful young boy waiting for the start of a play.

That's the kind of charm the story held for him.

Even if it's just a fairy tale that exists only in our imagination, we can't deny the value contained in the story.

No matter when.

It's usually humans who are capable of shooting down stars.

He was willing to risk his life to witness this moment.

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Merlin, that old bastard, only saw the afterimage of mercury.

Watching the play until the very end left me feeling utterly disappointed and unforgiving; there was no mercy involved.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Meeting Aurora [New book, so cute! Please give me flowers and votes!]

Salisbury.

Du Wei and Bavanshi once visited this city.

Geographically, it is located in the central plains of southern Britain, giving it an extremely advantageous location.

Stepping into this city again inevitably evokes a sense of nostalgia.

The streets were bustling with fairies walking by.

Each fairy wore a cheerful smile, and the air was filled with a vibrant and comfortable atmosphere.

This thriving scene is not common.

If you're going to speak, just like a human being.

The surrounding buildings are exquisite Western-style houses constructed of earth and wood, and stepping into the city feels like entering a fantasy world.

The most unique architectural feature is the Cathedral.

"Still the same as always..."

Du Wei walked into the city with a sigh.

Everything in the capital was built in imitation of human society.

Originally, the fairies never believed in any gods; they built the cathedral simply because they thought it was beautiful and fun.

Building it was effortless for them.

For fairies, exercising mystery is as simple as eating and drinking.

“…”

Du Wei's walking on the road embodies the driving force of the book.

The Sword of Domination and the Driver have been elevated to relics.

He wanted to use the drive book so that he could visualize it with just a thought, without having to manually switch its form.