Ark Undead

He will replace Kal'tsit and enter the dream as the backbone of Rhodes Island.

Therefore, any information related to dreams will be part of the Logos organization's own research.

"In dreams, our environment changes according to our perception, thereby influencing our perception of the world around us."

Scout continued.

"Dr. Kal'tsit told me that the burning sensation she experienced was completely different from the feeling your flames evoked, which may be the key point you mentioned. It can mimic perception, but it cannot fully control how dreams work. There will always be a way out."

The Undead glanced at the campfire in front of him.

He had already brought the soles of his feet together and placed his hands on his lower abdomen.

He used this position last time he entered a meditative state; perhaps this position really can help him fall asleep.

"After that, there's nothing else to worry about... uh, right."

Scout had finished speaking, but it seemed there was something he had forgotten to mention, so he paused for a moment.

After hesitating for a moment, Scout finally spoke.

"Also, you might die...and die many times. When I first experienced death, I suffered a huge mental shock. Although it wasn't a fatal sensation, I think you might really need to pay attention."

The Fire Maiden's lips curled slightly, but she remained silent.

In Scout's mind, death is the most unfamiliar feeling to every living being.

However, Scout was unaware that death was precisely the most familiar perception for the undead.

In fact, it is death that has created the immortals we know today.

But the Undead didn't refuse Scout's kindness; he simply nodded to Scout in thanks.

However, a hint of anticipation had already formed in his heart.

A long-awaited death.

"Alright, that's about it. The rest shouldn't be a problem for you."

Scout waves to the undead.

"If you encounter me inside, I hope you can make sure I'm real or a fake. Since the deep-sea hunters were able to send us out, it means that dreams might be interconnected. If you do meet me, please show mercy."

Scout made a joke that wasn't too big or too small, then grabbed Logos and turned to leave the room.

Both of them will enter a dream today.

I checked the time; it was almost midnight.

The immortal closed his eyes, held his breath, and prepared to enter the dream world to find out what was going on.

Sharp was left standing at the door, hesitant to speak.

The Fire Mage noticed the usually taciturn warrior, and she turned her gaze from the Undead to him.

"Any further questions, Rhodes Island warrior?"

Sharp stared at the undead, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

"Mr. Immortal is our trump card."

As a veteran elite operator of Rhodes Island, Sharp could even be considered a secret operator of Rhodes Island, so he was naturally qualified to know the true strength of the Undead.

"If Mr. Undead doesn't wake up all night, and then Hai Si appears."

Sharp paused for a moment, then added.

"Of course, I'm not saying that Mr. Undead should protect us, but in this situation... I am genuinely a little worried."

Just then, a slight rattling sound came from the window in the room.

The heavy rain arrived as expected.

First came tiny raindrops, then they grew larger and larger, like a magnificent waterfall cascading down from the sky.

In this dull yet somewhat noisy environment, the Fire Mage responded on behalf of the Undead.

She looked at the campfire in front of her.

"You are Lord Ash's friends and allies. He will protect you, and so will I."

She wasn't gazing at the campfire itself.

It was the spiral sword repaired by the First Flame amidst the campfire.

When the immortal assumed a meditative posture, preparing to enter the dream world, everything became strange.

The flames in the entire camp suddenly shrank, and the light they emitted was not as bright as before.

This was a change that everyone could see, and people subconsciously rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.

Only Kal'tsit, who was conducting the experiment, silently collected some of the samples, while remaining prepared for any eventuality.

The deep-sea hunters returned to their rooms. Their mission for the night, besides helping those trapped in their dreams, included finding the undead.

To reaffirm whether the campfire for the undead is truly the key to unlocking the dream world.

If that's the case, perhaps we can use the campfire of the undead to reach the other side ahead of time and find the mastermind lurking behind the dream.

As a result, everyone in the camp who was supposed to be asleep fell into a deep sleep.

Time seemed to stand still here, with only heavy breathing echoing throughout the camp.

The sounds of breathing rhythmically combined, weaving together a giant, inescapable web.

The breathing gradually subsided, and the immortal felt a light appear before his eyes.

He also felt his body gradually returning to his control.

Then, the immortal opened his eyes.

The campfire was still there, familiar in appearance and light. The Undead almost thought he hadn't entered a dream, but had actually taken a nap.

However, when he looked up and around, he did not see the Fire Mage.

Outside the window, the daytime was also gloomy, with sunlight struggling to break through the clouds. But only a sliver of shadow remained, casting its own light onto the earth.

Therefore, the immortals truly came into the dream.

He stood up and stretched his arms and legs.

Just like Scout and Kal'tsit said, there really isn't much difference between dreams and reality.

It was like another world.

The Undead's armor; he left all his weapons on his body.

The only difference is...

The Undead gently covered his chest; he could not sense the Primordial Flame within his body.

Although he can still activate the remaining embers in his body, without the primordial flame as his energy core, his power will not always remain at its peak.

Did the dream sever his connection to the Primordial Flame? His act of voluntarily entering the dream was seen as a provocation by the dream. Therefore, it granted him the right to play the game, shielding him from the Primordial Flame as a power outside the rules.

Not quite sure what had happened, the Undead decided to leave and go outside to investigate.

Picking up his weapon from the wall and hanging it behind him, the Undead pushed open the door and stepped into the corridor.

The moment he stepped into the corridor, he immediately noticed the strange objects hanging all over it.

These worm-like creatures, resembling fleshy tissues and organs, completely obscured the ceiling of the corridor.

The small tentacles that extended outwards twisted irregularly.

Occasionally, a few eyeballs can be seen on the writhing flesh, staring at the undead. The eyeballs move in the direction the undead's body leans.

The undead stared at the scene, but did not make a move immediately.

Although these creepy, fungal-like creatures were truly unsettling, the Undead didn't know what strange consequences might result from taking action against them.

Therefore, his goal was to scout out the area around the camp before making a decision.

Just as the Undead were ignoring the ubiquitous fungal carpet and preparing to go downstairs, a voice suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

With a creaking sound from the door frame, a figure emerged from the far end.

"Mr. Undying?"

The Deepsea Hunter, holding a long spear, looked at the Undead with some surprise.

"I'm so glad to meet you so soon. I thought it would be a while before I saw you."

"Ah."

The immortal nodded slightly, as if to say hello.

Then, ignoring her, he went straight downstairs.

But Goreia seemed to want to follow the Undead; she called out to the Undead as she ran over.

"Mr. Undying, since we've met by such a coincidence, why don't we..."

Before Gladys could finish speaking, the blade of the greatsword was already pressed against her side.

boom!

The sword blade clashed with the hilt of the spear, and Goredia's body was slammed against the wall.

Her expression was one of surprise and pain.

"Mr. Undying?!"

It was as if the immortals had made a mistake; she was real.

However, the Undead ignored Goddess's astonishment, slightly retracted his sword, turned around and stepped down, delivering another horizontal slash to the hilt of the spear in Goddess's hand.

With a painful scream, the spear in Goredia's hand was severed from her body by the undead's sword.

His upper body fell to the ground, and the overflowing blood sprayed onto the surrounding walls and left marks on the undead.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The Undead looked at Goddess, who was convulsing and screaming in pain on the ground, and without hesitation, stomped down on Goddess's head.

Like the sound of a watermelon being smashed, after that dull thud, everything vanished without a trace.

Whether it was the bloodstains around them, Goredia's body, or the spear in her hand.