Ark Undead

Scout and Sharp exchanged a glance and both shook their heads.

"I don't know. After they killed me, when I opened my eyes again, there was nothing around me. I was back in reality."

If the two Deepsea Hunters are able to remain conscious in their dreams, perhaps they are on their way to rescue other companions trapped in those dreams.

Carmen remained silent.

If he hadn't promised Kal'tsit that the Deepsea Hunter would have joined him, the team might have been lost here.

At least now there is a glimmer of hope.

"Then let's wait a little longer, until everyone else wakes up too."

Kal'tsit herself was almost at a loss as to what to do.

"I'll go to their room and see if they're still there."

After saying that, Kal'tsit left the room.

Sharp instinctively moved aside to let Kal'tsit leave, and then he tried to follow her.

But Scout stopped him.

"Let her go. Kal'tsit is human too. She needs time to sort out her thoughts."

Sharp hesitated for a moment before returning to the room.

It's clear that Kal'tsit's previous attempt to project an image of omniscience in front of the Undead and all the operators has completely failed due to this unpredictable event.

Kal'tsit herself also felt somewhat frustrated, especially since she had spoken with the Doctor just before arriving in Iberia.

Although Scout is only an elite operator, he sees things very clearly.

Sharp nodded silently. He was just a field operative and needed Kal'tsit to show him the way.

Hopefully, Kal'tsit will recover soon.

Just tens of kilometers away from the temporary camp on the Iberian coastline, in the ruins of a small coastal village, several figures huddled around a campfire, simultaneously opening their eyes.

Greyhound clutched his head and sat up, his face contorted in pain as the pain from the piercing wound in his brain was still vivid in his mind.

"damn it..."

Meanwhile, W, who had also regained consciousness, sat up from the ground with a slightly confused and pained look in his eyes.

"You're awake. What day is it now?"

"Let me see."

As he spoke, Greyhound turned around and looked at the marks he had made on the wall. Then he picked up a pebble from the side and added another line to the wall.

"It's already the seventh day."

Greyhound snapped out of his daze and looked at the blazing campfire in front of him.

"To be honest, I can hardly distinguish between reality and dreams anymore."

Greyhound rubbed his temples; his consciousness was almost lost on the boundary between reality and dreams.

He forgot what day it was after he woke up; the time he spent in the dream was longer than the time he spent fully awake.

They have experienced this strange phenomenon five times already.

Each time, it creates a misperception of time in the greyhound.

W, too, lost her memory of time.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to draw marks on the wall to count the days they were trapped in dreams.

"Hmm, not bad. I woke up much earlier this time than before."

On the other side of the campfire, a smooth-headed figure sat on the ground, reaching out to feel the warmth of the fire, and casually remarked.

“I checked, and you slept for nine hours today, which is one hour less than yesterday.”

"Mr. Lapp, did you also fall into a dream today?"

Greyhound's question seemed somewhat cautious and unnecessary.

But the man called Lapp simply nodded.

“I told you before that I have lost the right to enter the dream world. That’s why I chose to cooperate with you.”

As he spoke, the man named Lap picked up a piece of scrap wood from the side and threw it into the fire in front of him.

This action made Greyhound and W turn their heads in surprise.

They look so alike, so incredibly alike, that they might even evoke a strange sense of déjà vu.

"Tell me, what did you all see in the dream this time?"

After throwing the timber in, Lapp clapped his hands, stood up from the ground, and went to the side to prepare the necessary food for the two of them.

His question also pulled the two of them back from their memories.

Greyhound glanced at W.

"Following your method, we did indeed successfully enter a dream, but this dream is a bit strange."

Greyhound was still thinking about how to describe it when W took over the conversation.

"We couldn't see anything; it was pitch black. Only when we got close could we see some special decorations in the darkness."

"It should be some kind of temple, but I have never seen this kind of decoration in any ancient texts, so I cannot figure out its meaning."

This experience is very similar to what Greyhound and W encountered after going down into the underground world.

But there was a big difference; that place was completely safe. However, in the dream, monsters would occasionally leap out of the darkness.

Once you're killed, you have to start all over again.

Their dreams have been fixed by the techniques taught by a man named Lapp, and they have officially begun exploring their dreams.

"Yes, that's normal. You probably can't remember those patterns anyway. Just remember what you're looking for."

Lap came over with a thick soup that had been simmering for a while and handed it to the two of them.

"The fish soup is here."

The two took the bowl, and upon seeing what was inside, they couldn't help but frown.

This soup is made from monsters called Sea Creatures. The solids floating in the soup are so unappetizing that it makes one lose all desire to swallow it.

But they've been drinking it for days.

Lap crouched down beside the two men, his arms resting on their knees, and watched them with a smile.

"Drink up, why aren't you drinking yet?"

Although it was indeed disgusting, it was this soup that granted them the right to have fixed dreams.

After a moment's hesitation, the two brought the bowls to their lips and drank them down in one gulp.

396. Rapp

Greyhound and W started feeling unwell after drinking the soup.

Actually, this wasn't the first day. For the past few days, Greyhound and W had basically spent their days lying down and then going to sleep at night.

This cycle has been going on for seven days, and it has indeed been very effective.

For Greyhound, what's in the soup isn't important; what matters is what he'll become and whether he can find crucial clues here.

"damn it..."

The greyhound put down the bowl it was holding, a slight look of pain on its face.

"This thing is pretty cool."

Of course, the "exciting" aspect here doesn't refer to the delicious taste, but rather the impact it has on the body.

He could feel that something had entered his body, and that he was vaguely connected to something deep in the ocean.

Sometimes, even during the day when the greyhound is gazing at the ocean, it will have a strange urge to rush down and into the sea.

Then plunge headlong into the deep sea, returning to something's... embrace.

This impulse is very difficult to describe; it can only be described as the impulse of a wanderer returning home.

But Greyhound knew perfectly well that he was a Sarkaz, a Kazdel, and had no reason to feel any affection for the sea or the legendary Agor.

"Mr. Lapp, what exactly did you put in the soup?"

W's expression wasn't good either. This was a hardcore ruthless person who could endure the pain and let the Undead poke another hole in his thigh.

Even she, after drinking that bowl of soup, could feel her stomach churning, and her vision and mind seemed to become distorted.

Lapp wasn't surprised; he simply shrugged and said...

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago? These are the monsters you killed before, the monsters that crawled out of the sea."

Lapp picked up the bowls the two had set aside, then watched them with a smile for a while longer, as if admiring his own masterpiece.

"Hmm... I even said back then that if you can't accept it, then you don't have to cooperate with me. After all, I, Lapp, am not a bad guy who likes to force others."

"Tsk."

W rolled her eyes. She wanted to too. But when someone actually puts a sickle to your throat, do you still have the energy to refuse?

Even Greyhound and W combined couldn't catch him; only Greyhound managed to leave a mark on Lapp's clothes with his Originium powers.

Yeah, it's just that the hem of my clothes got torn.

When this miraculous fighting ability appeared on him, Greyhound and W thought it was something from the sea attacking them.

After all, they had been investigating the secrets of Iberia for some time and had even found some information about Agor.

They had to kill several waves of those so-called Sea Heirs before they finally found their way to this village, a village that had been abandoned for who knows how long.

However, as soon as they arrived in the village, they were immediately subdued by Lapp, who found a room that could at least provide shelter from the rain and threw them to the ground.

Then he took the scythe off his back, and with a chilling click, the blade popped out and was placed against the necks of the two men.

Lap wanted them to "cooperate" with him.

The collaboration involves the two drinking a special soup to find a way back to Agor, which is also part of exploring Agor today.