Ark Undead

"Very strong."

Kal'tsit responded.

"His power is unfathomable. No one can push him to his limit, and we have never seen him use his full strength."

"Any task he participates in will eventually be completed successfully."

“He treats everyone the same, without discrimination or prejudice.”

"He is the hero in everyone's mind, just as he truly is."

A year later, Kal'tsit finally gave a positive assessment of the Undead.

This time, she abandoned all her original opinions and told Theresa the complete story of the undead.

The reason was simply because Theresa stood before her, and the immortals were heroes whom Theresa had traded for.

Kal'tsit will not deceive Theresa, never.

Time seems to stand still here.

The undead stared at the campfire.

Theresa stared at the undead.

Kal'tsit stared at Theresa.

They were all looking at their treasures, but their thoughts were completely different.

After an unknown amount of time, Theresa reached out and pulled the door shut.

She moved very subtly, closing the door to the Undead's room, and then turned around.

"That's about enough, let's stop here."

Kal'tsit wanted to do something, but for a moment she didn't know what to do.

After searching his body for a while, he realized that his white coat only had a chest pocket, not an outer pocket where he could put his hands.

He remained standing there somewhat awkwardly for a while, before finally crossing his arms and nodding gently.

"it is good."

Seeing Kal'tsit's nervous expression, Theresa smiled again.

"Before I leave, I'd like to have a cup of coffee."

With that, Theresa walked past Kal'tsit, who was leaning against the wall, and headed towards the deck.

Kal'tsit instinctively followed behind Theresa, lost in thought, and didn't immediately realize what Theresa had said.

Just as Theresa stopped, Kal'tsit bumped into Theresa's chest as she turned around.

What are you thinking about?

Theresa waved her hand in front of Kal'tsit, drawing her attention and focus back to her.

"Ah...it's nothing."

Kal'tsit shook her head.

"Let's go then, buy me coffee!"

"It has to be the kind of coffee I recommend to the Doctor, Kal'tsit's special coffee, the kind with tons and tons of sugar cubes!"

Kal'tsit looked at the smiling face in front of her, her nose tingled, and she could only nod and reply in a slightly hoarse voice.

"it is good."

So Theresa turned her head away again.

Kal'tsit followed closely behind her with small steps.

This time, it was Theresa's turn to go first.

439. The Quiet Dawn

Patch has been waiting here for a long time.

But if you really want to calculate it carefully, it only takes about half an hour at most, but the time now is different from before.

Every second was bought for Kal'tsit by the friends upstairs.

Kal'tsit came to retrieve something her friend had left for her. Of course, Kal'tsit wouldn't pass up this last chance to see her friend.

Patch understood Kal'tsit's desire to spend more time with her friends.

But he really couldn't wait any longer.

Dreams themselves are limitless, but the changes in dreams can occur earlier and earlier every second.

He could already sense the edge of the dream rapidly shrinking; the Lord of the Masses intended to end the game, and for this purpose, he dispatched powerful assistants.

Once his assistants have finished harvesting, the essence of this dream will be replaced. And those sleepwalkers who were originally under the joint rule of Nightmare Theresa and the Lord of the Masses will forever lose their chance to return.

For example, himself.

Patch, who was tapping his fingers on his arm and hugging himself, was starting to get nervous.

It's uncertain whether the Doctor, the Undead, and their friends can hold off that giant creature. Kal'tsit also needs time to collect her friends' reflections.

After much hesitation, Patch decided to open the gate and let Kal'tsit return.

However, just as Patch's fingers touched the doorknob, the sound of the door lock being opened came from the other side of the door.

Patch instinctively took a step back, and when the door opened, Kal'tsit walked towards him.

But Kal'tsit looks rather frightening now.

This was Patch's intuition.

"All right?"

Regardless, Patch quickly checked Kal'tsit's condition.

How are you feeling?

"not too good."

Kal'tsit ignored Patch beside her. The first thing she did after coming out was to pick up the coffee she hadn't finished when she went in and take a sip.

However, what seemed like a perfect amount of sugar when she took it in left Kal'tsit with a strong bitter taste in her mouth.

Frowning, Kal'tsit roughly grabbed several sugar cubes from the sugar box next to her and threw them into her half-empty coffee cup, then angrily stirred the coffee in the cup.

Before the sugar had even completely dissolved, Kal'tsit poured it into her mouth again.

This time, she felt that the taste was somewhat normal.

But it's still very astringent.

Now she understands why she liked sweet coffee.

Because sometimes, no matter how much sugar cube you add, you can't mask the bitterness beneath the surface.

She simply allowed these things to be smothered by sweetness in her habit, but she couldn't ignore them or forget them.

For thousands of years, she had thought that nothing could cause such a significant change in her emotions.

But in recent years, more and more things have caused her emotional fluctuations. Now, when she revisits her past memories, she is suddenly surprised to find that so much has never changed.

She was still as naive as ever.

Staring at the sugar cube residue in her coffee cup, she put the cup back on the table.

Now is not the time for sentimentality. Theresa left with a smile, and she should immediately throw herself into her work.

Kal'tsit took two deep breaths, then turned to face Patch.

"Patch, I'm sorry I only just got around to saying it's been a long time."

"I'm fine, but welcome back, Kal'tsit."

This time, Patch extended his hand and shook hands with Kal'tsit in mid-air for a moment.

After Kal'tsit released her grip, she immediately asked seriously.

"Let's not waste any more time. How's the situation up there now?"

Patch replied.

"The doctor is watching from upstairs, but they should have already reached the eighth floor. They will try their best to keep that monster on the eighth floor. Now it's up to you."

"So, what exactly did that friend inside say? What's the situation now?"

Patch was still very curious about this sludge aggregate.

Apart from the Doctor, no one knows its relationship with the Lord of Dreams.

All Patch knew was that a strange nightmare was locked in the lower levels of the Arke; he knew nothing else.

"This is a high-stakes gamble."

"Kal'tsit said."

"It was four years ago that Theresa and the Doctor snatched time from the Lord of Dreams."

"Theresia obtained a fragment of the Dream Lord's power here. This fragment of power does not belong to the Dream Lord's own power, but rather it is the power that she obtained from the remains of the undead after participating in the battle between Kazdel and the undead. It represents the immortality and predatory nature of fire."

"That power is part of the fragment of the Primordial Flame, and it is also one of the necessary conditions for awakening the Undead."

"But the price was that Theresa's soul was split in two, one of which was completely locked in the dream world."

"Because Theresa herself was the crown princess of Kazdel, and one of the few fragments of the First Flame that were originally scattered across Terra. However, the nature of Theresa's power has not changed. The Lord of Dreams, relying on this dream as a space, wants to transform Theresa's soul into a spirit that can be devoured."

"The nightmare that followed me before was the part of Theresa's spirit that was transformed into her."

"However, although the dream is transforming Theresa, Theresa herself is a partial manifestation of the power of the Primordial Flame. Therefore, in terms of level, Theresa's soul is equal to that of the Lord of the Dream. This also means that while the dream is transforming Theresa's power, Theresa herself is also gradually merging into the dream itself."

"Although the Lord of Dreams still has the power to control this dream, Theresa has become a deadly backdoor, or rather, a control console."

"If we wait until the Lord of Dreams devours and transforms Theresa, then this dream will have the power to completely resist the Primordial Flame."

"However, Theresa's nightmare is an unclaimed power. As long as I can kill the nightmare with my own hands, then the control over the dream will be back in my hands."

As the two were talking, they seemed to hear thumping sounds coming from above.