Ark Undead

“I’m serious, Lapp is Patch, and Patch is Lapp.”

W could only patiently explain to him.

"The Patch in the dream cannot leave the dream because of the nightmare. But because he has had similar symptoms of memory loss before, he has no problem. His body has created a personality to maintain basic physical activities and will subconsciously search for his memories."

"The dream ended safely, and Patch left the dream and returned to his body, just like... uh, just like..."

"It's like a terminal having its system removed, then the hardware creates its own system to keep the terminal running, and now the original system has come back to take over?"

Greyhound replied instinctively.

"Oh, right!"

W nodded vigorously.

That's it!

"..."

The greyhound immediately rested its head on the pillow.

He found the change somewhat hard to accept; it sounded too surreal.

“Lapp had already communicated with the Undead earlier. So we were brought directly to join them.”

W continued explaining to the greyhound.

"Our abnormalities were repaired by Kal'tsit. Do you still feel that dizziness now?"

Hearing W say that, Greyhound finally realized what was happening. Although he felt completely weak, the dizziness and nausea he had felt earlier had completely disappeared.

"Look, the things we took out of our bodies are over there."

W stretched its neck in another direction, and the greyhound turned its head as well.

Inside a transparent jar, two strange tumors were divided into countless pieces and soaked in a special solution.

Even in such a solution, the two tumors still maintained a slow ability to move.

Greyhounds look disgusting.

"This is the thing that was taken out of our bodies."

W said.

"However, before, I was able to move freely in the dream world thanks to it."

Simply put, there are a few elements required to enter a dream: either you are connected to the dream, or you are chosen by the dream's master.

Among them were the native Iberians. Because of their long-term contact with Haisi and various Agorian news, the Lord of Dreams was able to infuse his power into their minds.

Those like the Undead and Patch, who already know parts of the truth about the world, are even more closely related to dreams.

This time, everyone in the Iberian camp was chosen by the Lord of Dreams as expendable beings, using their spiritual power to build up the dream world.

However, people like Greyhound and W, who actively explore dreams, can only rely on special methods to remain conscious within them.

Lap used the simplest and most effective method.

Simply put, it involves transforming Greyhound and W's bodies into those of Seagull, and then using the Seagull organs that emerge from their bodies to connect with dreams.

"Your older brother came and took care of our health, so we don't have to worry about anything anymore."

W turned her head back, still feeling a bit scared.

The greyhound laughed instead.

"Are you afraid?"

"You are not afraid?"

W turned his head again and asked in return.

"At that time, you didn't know what you would become. If I knew I was going to become that kind of monster, I would still be scared."

What W said was true, and Greyhound couldn't refute it.

So the greyhound put his hands under his head and stopped talking.

After a long while, the greyhound finally uttered a single sentence.

"Did Kal'tsit say anything else?"

"No."

W answered calmly.

She didn't mention her situation.

"Ah."

The greyhound was also calm.

Their goal was simple: to find any trace of Theresa.

I would love to see her again.

It's just a pity...

"But she said that after you wake up, she will come to talk to the two of us. She will probably reveal some things at that time."

W's voice grew softer and softer.

"However, I don't have high hopes."

They came to Iberia with the belief that Theresa had not died.

But having gone through so much, they also saw so much in their dreams.

Deep down, I've already accepted that answer to some extent.

"Let's not talk about that now, I'm a little hungry."

Greyhound took the initiative to change the subject first.

We've all finally escaped the dream alive, so it's a bit of a mood killer to bring this up now.

"Speaking of which, is it just evening or not yet dawn? When can we have breakfast?"

W looked calmly at the greyhound and said.

"I just had lunch."

"?" Greyhound's expression froze for a moment, and he turned to look out the window.

Outside the window, there was only a sparse glimmer of light on the horizon, and one could even see lights shining in the darkness.

Are you sure? What time is it?

The greyhound, still somewhat unwilling to give up, asked.

"There's a clock nearby; it says 1:23."

W pointed to the vintage clock hanging on the wall and said with a complicated expression.

"It's already the second day, but the sunrise still hasn't arrived."

...

Just as W said to the greyhound.

This was already the second day after everyone woke up.

However, after they returned from their dream, the sunlight on the horizon seemed to freeze at that moment, and the world seemed to stand still.

Aside from the continued wind and rain, there was never a moment when the sky was filled with light.

It was as if their time was frozen before sunrise.

The group gradually emerged from the joy of leaving the dream.

Yesterday was spent dealing with campsite matters, and after lunch today, everyone finally had time to get together and talk about our plans for the future.

In the camp's meeting room, everyone gathered together, and none of them looked very cheerful.

"Since no one wants to speak first, I'll do it."

Carmen placed his hands on the table and spoke in a heavy tone.

"First of all, congratulations on returning to reality from the dream, but reality is cruel after all."

"More than half of the soldiers in the camp have been lost, and of the remaining half, about one-third have lost their combat effectiveness."

"Moreover, the sergeant I sent to contact the nearby outpost has not returned yet, and no message has come out of the communicator."

"We are still stuck here, and there are no reinforcements."

This is the current state of the Iberian Defense Forces camp.

Even though the dream disappeared, the night did not end; instead, it stopped in the darkness before sunrise.

"Mr. Onstan has also been slow to get in touch. He was supposed to arrive at the camp yesterday, but he hasn't shown up yet."

Following Carmen, Kal'tsit also spoke.

“I suspect that Mr. Onstan was either held back or dragged into a dream set up for him by the Lord of Dreams.”

"After all, we only killed his representative, not the Lord of Dreams himself."

Yes, what the people killed in the dream was only the messenger of the dream master, not the master himself.

Even so, everyone had briefly faced the power of the Lord of Dreams.

At the end of the dream, when all the dreams collapsed before everyone's eyes, they briefly glimpsed that figure behind that dream void.

It has a different body in everyone's eyes.

"However, I do have some good news."

Kal'tsit spoke slowly and deliberately, then took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of her.

"Alker's location has been found."

Now, everyone's attention was focused on the note.

The note was written in a way that no one could understand, and there was even a string of numbers attached to the end of the text.

"These are the coordinates where Arg was last seen. The only places that can decipher this code are the port of Arg or the watchtower in Iberia."