Ark Undead

"This dream can simulate and limit the power of all of us. But it cannot reproduce the power of the undead, nor can it reproduce the power of those who have not entered the dream."

As she spoke, Kal'tsit frowned again.

"No, I have seen immortals. I saw them once, the time before I woke up."

Then, Kal'tsit quickly overturned her own theory.

"No...that time, the image of you I saw was very blurry, unlike the clear images of others."

Carmen listened, then took the lantern from behind him and placed it in front of everyone.

The flame in the lantern rested beside the campfire, its outer flames faintly drifting towards the fire.

"Perhaps the things that appear in this dream are limited by our perception, or perhaps it is a combination of all our dreams?"

"Moreover, Mr. Undying is very blurry, which may be a signal, a signal that the dream is about to collapse."

"It was only in my last two dreams that I remembered to look for Mr. Immortal. On the way to Mr. Immortal, I encountered the fiercest obstacle."

"On the last occasion, I successfully reached the door of Mr. Immortal's room, then lost consciousness and returned to reality."

In other words, the immortals never appeared clearly in either of their dreams, and after several restarts following their recollection of the immortals, they left the dream world.

It was somewhat unexpected that no one died.

If that's the case, doesn't he become a fixed anchor point between dreams and reality?

As long as they see immortals, and clear immortals, then it means they have returned to reality.

"To be honest, this inference is a bit arbitrary."

Kal'tsit did not want to limit the speculation to this, she said.

"However, it seems that the immortals are the key to our escape from the dream. So why is that?"

Kal'tsit and Carmen both turned their gazes to the undead, hoping to get answers from them.

The Undead didn't speak. He simply picked up a piece of dry firewood that he had gotten from the soldier the night before, broke it in half, and threw it into the campfire in front of him.

In fact, with the Spiral Sword in place, the campfires of today no longer need firewood.

But this has become a habit for the immortals.

The immortal answered them with silence: he didn't know.

"Okay, although we haven't figured out the result, at least we've found the key point."

Kal'tsit sighed.

But at that moment, Logos spoke.

His tone was somewhat doubtful.

"Why should we focus on this? Even if Mr. Undying is indeed a key figure in the dream, are we really so sure we'll fall into this bizarre dream again?"

Kal'tsit and Carmen were both stunned.

The moment Logos asked the question, they realized that their thinking seemed to have been fixed.

"Furthermore, why are we thinking about re-entering the dream instead of figuring out how to wake the others? Isn't that the most important thing right now?"

Logos's words at a crucial moment brought the two of them to a sudden realization.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, are you still thinking clearly?"

"strangeness..."

Kal'tsit rubbed her forehead; she seemed to have been unconsciously influenced by something.

"Logos, you're right. The most important thing now is to think about how to wake up the others."

Carmen also fell into an unusual silence.

He picked up the lantern and stared at the flame within it.

A few seconds later, Carmen finally let out a long sigh of relief and looked away from the Cleansing Flame.

"If our thinking is being influenced by others without us even realizing it, then who can guarantee that we are living in a conscious world right now?"

Carmen's question stumped both Kal'tsit and Logos.

The undead reached out his hand to Kal'tsit.

"hand."

Kal'tsit didn't ask what the undead wanted to do; instead, she simply extended her hand.

The undead grabbed Kal'tsit's hand, and the flames within the undead's body surged into Kal'tsit's palm in an instant.

It circled her body once, then returned to its starting point.

"No problem."

"But if your thinking is affected, it won't be detected."

Kal'tsit said that, but she seemed a little more relaxed.

"Thank you."

Undoubtedly, the meaning of "not dying" is to prevent the two from falling into self-doubt.

The foundation for staying clear-headed is to trust the results of your own thinking.

Another strange silence followed.

This was the first time the Undead had ever seen Kal'tsit so silent.

After her conversation with the Doctor, Kal'tsit seemed to have become less aggressive than before.

On the contrary, it was when Kal'tsit interrogated the Undead this morning that the Undead regained some of the feeling he used to have when facing Kal'tsit.

Finally, it was Kal'tsit who spoke.

"Never mind all that. Since Mr. Undead won't be affected, all we need to remember now is that the Undead are the anchor point for reality."

"If any of us notice anything unusual about our environment, we should immediately check our memories of the immortals. After discovering something unusual, we should immediately try to find the immortals."

Kal'tsit glanced at Carmen meaningfully.

"And then... Lady Carmen, have you heard of such a situation before?"

This was a situation Kal'tsit had never encountered before, and after jumping out of her mental cocoon, she immediately asked Carmen about it.

"some."

Carmen nodded, he said.

"In the period immediately following the Great Quiet, the coast was designated a no-go zone. This situation occurred for a period of time in some areas close to the coast."

"At that time, the church awakened some people with the fire of purification, and the others recovered quickly. Although some people went missing, those who were awake were not affected. So at the time, the church simply regarded this situation as a sequela of the Great Quiet."

Carmen rubbed her hands together.

"This is also the first time I've personally experienced a dream. If I had known it would be such a strange event, perhaps I shouldn't have let go of the clues in the first place."

Great stillness.

This wasn't the first time I'd heard the term "Undead." Scout had mentioned that incident to me during a previous conversation.

That event marked the beginning of Iberia's decline, the specific reasons and circumstances of which are known only to a few.

These people either disappeared some time after the Great Calm or were taken into custody by the Iberian authorities.

"So, during the Great Silence, what happened?"

The Undead had a vague feeling that this dream might be related to a major event that happened decades ago.

Carmen shook her head.

"I can't remember anymore."

Everyone turned their attention to Carmen, who could only speak in a slightly apologetic tone.

“I’m very sorry, but I really can’t give an answer. I did experience the Great Quiet, but not long afterward I forgot about the details, I only remember that such an event happened.”

"Memory, interference?"

"The immortal asked."

"I don't know, I've almost forgotten what I did that year, where I was during the Great Quiet."

Carmen's tone also sounded somewhat confused.

"It's like being shrouded in a fog, memories gradually fading away. The only remaining impression is that, just like its name suggests, when the Great Tranquility occurs, no sound can be heard, only infinite silence and stillness."

Upon hearing this description, the Fire Mage, who hadn't said a word the entire time, released her grip on the Undead Gauntlet.

The Undead turned to look at the Fire Mage beside him.

"?" Seemingly noticing the Undead's confusion, the Fire Mage smiled and shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

"I'm not sure... I can't give an answer, I need more information."

Carmen finished reminiscing about the Great Tranquility and let out a long sigh.

It seems that recalling this event is also somewhat difficult for him.

"In any case, let's try the Cleansing Fire first. When a similar incident happened last time, we successfully used the Cleansing Fire to awaken some people who were trapped in a dream."

"can."

Kal'tsit agreed, saying it was the only solution she could think of at the moment.

Just as everyone was about to go out, kicking open the doors one by one to test the cleansing fire.

Another series of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the window.

Before everyone could even turn their gaze to the window, they saw a dark figure crash into it.

Splash...

The glass shattered into pieces, the sound of broken glass hitting the ground echoing as a figure slowly landed.

Scout held a crossbow in his left hand and a short knife in his right, with a long musket hanging on his back.

The eyes hidden behind the goggles swept over the crowd, finally settling on the undead.

"Immortal..."