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Chapter 201, page 200: The wedding begins, the two brides.

"Calm down first."

Gu Yuan tried to calm Selena down, and it was at this moment that he realized his own situation, and a sense of doubt welled up in his mind.

"Am I under a spell?"

"That can't be right, I'm not a monk, am I? I have the blessing of a goddess—"

He thought to himself that he must have been under Grao's mental spell, a summons from Paradise to fulfill a dream he had once abandoned, but this spell was essentially a curse.

He then remembered that the goddess's blessing only granted him resistance, and the effect would be weakened if he was not devout enough.

"—As expected, with the emergence of the new world, my dependence on the goddess has decreased."

Gu Yuan let out a breath. Although he understood the current situation, he still felt a strong sense of emotion. Then he looked at the two "brides" in front of him.

Is it a phantom generated by the dream itself according to some rule? Or—

The moment he looked at Milie Alde, he immediately caught the genuine bewilderment in her eyes.

That wasn't the naturalness one would expect from a character in a dream; rather, it was the confusion of being forcibly pulled into this place.

"I see—" Gu Yuan understood. "Similar to the story, Grausam's magic can envelop multiple people at once."

"Miliarde is real, and Celiae is real too."

This realization makes the situation even more complicated.

Just then, a force suddenly grabbed his collar.

Wearing a wedding dress, Celia leaned forward, trying to completely draw Gu Yuan's attention back to her.

Her voice, laced with suppressed rage, was forced out through clenched teeth: "Gu Yuan! What exactly happened—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

Gu Yuan almost instinctively raised his hand and grasped the hand that was clutching his clothes.

"!"

Celia froze, startled.

The strong, powerful touch on her wrist was a stark reminder that this was not an illusion.

Gu Yuan didn't use force, but simply restrained her movements before releasing his grip.

"————You!" Celia withdrew her hand, feeling the lingering warmth and force on her wrist, her shame and anger intensified.

But reason made her lower her voice and demand, "What exactly is going on?!"

She looked around and saw that the hall was packed with people. She recognized many of the faces, most of whom were her former disciples.

Their faces radiated heartfelt blessings and a sense of relief, their expressions so vivid they seemed real.

"Mental magic—I know it."

Celia gritted her teeth. With her magical skills, she could naturally discern the anomaly she was in. "But something so real, so—absurd—is something I've never encountered before!"

"I tried several spells to break through mental interference, but they were all completely ineffective!"

"Isn't this obvious?" Gu Yuan's voice regained its usual calm. "A spell cast before death isn't so easily broken."

Ultimately, it's because we lack resistance to this type of high-level mental magic.

"Resistance?" Celia almost laughed in anger. "How could such magic, which involves the very essence of consciousness, possibly have universal resistance?!"

"Yes." Gu Yuan readily admitted, his gaze sweeping over the lifelike guests around him, his tone wistful, "So—we've fallen for it."

He thought to himself: It seems that this is my current weakness.

While their physical strength is enough to shake mountains and their fighting spirit is vast and boundless, they do have weaknesses in their mental defenses.

The stats in DanMachi seem to be more focused on the physical aspects, and there don't appear to be any specialized defensive skills against purely mental attacks.

This shortcoming can only be addressed by looking for opportunities to make up for it in the next world, or the world after that.

Fortunately, he had personally killed the one who cast the spell, Graosam, and there were no other demons around, so there was no immediate physical threat from the outside.

"So what should we do now?"

Celias resisted the urge to storm off, especially seeing Miliadé standing beside her, which made her feel doubly desecrated.

She demanded, "Are we really going to go along with this damned magic and hold this absurd wedding?!"

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Gu Yuan recalled the plot; in the original story, the magic was broken by Sinmel severing the hand that Glaosam used to cast the spell.

The spellcaster is now dead.

"There's good news: Demonic magic usually loses its power upon the death of the caster and cannot be maintained for long."

"We just need to wait for this dream to collapse on its own."

He told Celia about his judgment.

Upon hearing this, Celia's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that it's short-lived—"

Even so, her gaze toward Gu Yuan remained unfriendly.

It would have been bad enough that she was the only one caught up in this absurd dream, but now even Millie Aldey has been dragged into it!

This human is such a nuisance!

Unlike Celie's pure anger, Millie Alde's mind was already filled with a jumble of chaotic thoughts.

A wave of shame washed over me.

She was actually wearing a wedding dress, standing next to Gu Yuan, with Celia beside her—

This is simply—

Was it because of those random thoughts I had on the back of the dragon a few days ago?

She couldn't help but doubt herself, and a blush rose on her fair cheeks, thankfully hidden by her veil.

However, beneath this extreme shame, a sense of novelty and excitement, unfamiliar even to herself, began to emerge.

Just as the three were lost in their own thoughts, the music in the hall grew increasingly solemn and festive.

A figure resembling an emcee stepped onto the stage with a smile, signaling the imminent start of this absurd "wedding."

Meanwhile, outside the dream, on the icy plains of the far north.

A tall figure was trudging through the deep snow, approaching the ruins of the Demon King's castle.

"call----"

Kraft raised his hand to shield himself from the wind and snow.

The earth-shattering roar and the subsequent tremors had put him on high alert.

He quickly climbed to a high place and looked out. He saw that the once majestic Demon King's City in the distance had now broken in half and turned into a shocking ruin!

Kraft's eyes flashed with barely concealed horror: "This is—man-made? Was it done by the hero who defeated the Demon King?"

"That's really impressive."

Such destructive power—even at his peak, he could hardly unleash it.

Just as his heart was surging with excitement, a familiar magical fluctuation faintly emanated from the edge of the ruins not far away.

His brows furrowed immediately, and he quickly searched his mind for the faces he had encountered along the way.

"This magic—is it Gu Yuan?"

A huge question arose in his mind: how did he get here? And why were there two powerful auras beside him?

An unbelievable thought suddenly flashed through my mind:

Could it be that the legendary hero is among their ranks?!

Unable to suppress his curiosity and desire to verify, Kraft no longer hesitated, leaping down from the height and quickening his pace towards the source of the magical fluctuations.