The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

The structure of this wooden house seemed to be composed of fragments of many different house structures that she had seen in her memory, but they were inlaid and intertwined with each other, which was not a normal state of a wooden house at all.

This was very strange, and Perlis had not realized it until now.

"..."

Perlis didn't say anything. She first walked to the stone door and tried pushing, pulling, tugging and hitting it in turn, but found that the stone door engraved with strange patterns did not move at all, as if it was just standing there.

Then she quickly walked to the window, grabbed the glass with one hand, and tried to pull it open, but she couldn't pull it open no matter what she did.

This glass window, like the stone door, is integrated with the entire wooden house. It is stuck together and cannot be opened or closed.

Perlis was not discouraged, but cast her eyes towards the darkness behind the glass window, subconsciously trying to concentrate her vision and try to see clearly what was outside the window.

But she found that she couldn't do it no matter what. She couldn't intentionally stare into the darkness. As soon as she had such a thought, her vision would instantly become blurred.

There must be something fishy here...Perlis immediately lowered her head slightly and looked at the candlestick on the wooden table.

The candlestick was in the shape of a trident, but there was only a pale candle in the middle. The flame was very weak and soft, and it looked like it would go out if it was pinched out.

Candlelight...candlelight is the point that anchors cognition...and if the candlelight is extinguished or not noticed, cognition will definitely be scattered. Does this mean that if the cognition that "this is a dream" has been anchored, if the candlelight is extinguished and darkness is allowed to flow into the cabin, the inside and outside of the cabin can be connected?

Thinking so, Perlis gently moved her hand close to the candle flame and waved it gently, but found that the candle flame did not shake at all.

It just burned quietly, maintaining three-quarters of the wick and emitting light.

She could only give it a try. After her cognition was anchored, Perlis didn't want to stay in this dream.

Who knows what Laplace will do to her body... Whatever he has planned, he must not succeed.

Thinking of this, Perlis's eyes fixed on the candlelight.

Immediately, without hesitation, she pinched her fingers together and extinguished the candle.

.......

1) Containment Breach (Part 2)

The moment the slender white fingertips extinguished the candle flame, Perlis trembled slightly due to the heat.

Darkness poured in from the window, instantly drowning out Perlis's vision and making her feel that everything was unreal.

She tried to touch the table with her hand, but found that she could not touch the table no matter what she did - the moment darkness entered the cabin, the table seemed to have disappeared, without a trace.

Sure enough, this is a dream constructed by my cognition. To some extent, this may be a self-protection mechanism. Not letting the darkness completely submerge consciousness means that there is still a possibility of waking up... Perlis thought so and raised her hand slightly in the darkness.

In an instant, faint red arcs of electricity lingered on her slender fingertips, licking her wounds and repairing the previous burn marks.

At that moment, Perlis knew what she should do. She walked straight to the location of the dark stone door in her memory, and then relied on her sense to let the red arc that was repairing her wound illuminate that area -

"Zizzizi..."

As the faint red light jumped, the surface of the dark stone door was slightly illuminated. Then, Perlis suddenly felt a suction force, and the red arc on her fingertips was quickly attracted to the door.

"Zizzi-"

The crimson electric arc followed the pattern of the black stone door as its path, gradually outlining all the traces engraved on it, making the door the source of light in the wooden house.

When all the lines were drawn, the arc gathered at the center of the stone gate and drew the symbol:

It was a red symbol composed of an "abstract flower" and an "ink bottle" embedded together. Perlis had seen it at the core of the Tower of Babel and in the visions that flashed through her mind countless times.

The red symbol was drawn quickly, and instantly an extremely clear understanding rang out in Perlis's mind, restoring all her strength.

Relying on instinct, Perlis placed her hand on the symbol, and the light on the stone gate exploded instantly. Its dark body disintegrated and reconstructed into a light gate shining with pure red.

Perlis turned around, glanced at the looming cabin, then walked into the light door without looking back.

.......

"quack!"

The sharp cry of a crow was heard, and Perlis suddenly opened her eyes.

She found herself standing on a cliff. The ground as far as she could see was made of pure black, as if it was covered by some kind of petroleum-like liquid, which looked very strange.

A flock of crows flew past her and flew into the broken sky made of broken clouds. At the end of the land, Perlis saw a broken spire eroded by darkness, crumbling.

This was the same scene that Perlis had seen in the fantasy created by the core of the Tower of Babel, except that this time, she did not see the being wearing a pitch-black crown, twisted black armor, and surrounded by a strong sense of blasphemy.

Perlis recalled the trembling feeling she had when she looked directly at that existence last time, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Where did that...being, he...she...or it...go?

As soon as Perlis had this thought, a familiar voice sounded behind her:

“He headed towards the Great Wall.”

Perlis turned around suddenly and saw the bard in classical costume walking towards her with a smile, and there seemed to be stars spinning in his deep blood-red eyes.

It was Ikan Geller, the strange guy who called himself a "poet".

Perlis subconsciously wanted to take a defensive posture, but she saw the candlestick in the other person's hand at a glance - that was the thing that anchored her mind in her dream of the wooden house.

He was the one who helped me get rid of all that? Perlis seemed to realize something.

Facing Pearlis's inquiring gaze, Ikan Geller did not speak, but walked calmly to Pearlis' side and stood side by side with her.

He looked at the broken tower in the distance, a smile on his face, without any change, as if he was waiting for Perlis to speak.

This guy... stole my butterfly knife before... Polys remembered what happened on the rooftop of La Vatino, and immediately lost all favor towards this poet.

Those who like to tease others are not good people! Just like Carly, she...

Thinking of Carly...a pair of ice-blue eyes in the icy rain suddenly flashed in front of Perlis, and the thoughts in her mind suddenly froze.

She forced herself to suppress the surging emotions and spoke indifferently:

"This is where?"

"If you mean the essence of this place, then this is your dream, your subconscious," Icahn said briskly, his eyes looking at the broken tower, "but if you want to ask where this scene belongs, I can tell you that this is the other side of the ocean."

The other side of the ocean? Perlis suddenly remembered the photos she had seen in Edward's old house, the adventures that Edward von Valantia had experienced.

The dark land...the ominous broken spires...the terrifying beings in black armor...the twisted creatures...this is all the impression Perlis had of the place.

Some instinct derived from fate told Perlis that there were some secrets hidden in the dark spire, secrets about her.

Why did Icahn Geller let me see these images? What was his purpose? Was he trying to lure me over? Could it be that there was some conspiracy behind this?

Perlis's thoughts kept changing. As if she had noticed this, Ikan chuckled softly and said calmly:

"This is not the environment I created for you. In fact, these images have always existed in your subconscious. You just need to mobilize them accordingly..."

"But I've never been there," Perlis frowned slightly, "This scene can't possibly appear in my subconscious."

Facing Perlis's slightly aggressive questioning, Ikan Geller did not get angry, but smiled slightly and explained briskly:

"Yes, you've never been there."

“But she has been there.”

As Icahn spoke, a figure quickly appeared in Perlis's mind - tall, with long hair hanging down to the waist, standing in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, with bloodshot eyes flickering slightly.

Halilari Havrgard, the arbitrator from the Higheaven called the Day Star by Laplace, and...

...Pollis's mother.

Mother...Perlis recalled the gentle look of Hallilali in her mind, and for a moment a warm current seemed to flow in her chest.

Before Perlis could form any thoughts, her mouth had already opened:

"Where is mom now?"

Hearing this question, Ikan Geller glanced slightly, his deep eyes calm.

After a moment of silence, the poet spoke in a brisk tone:

"Go find [Inmotarus], and you will find the answer on the east coast of the continent."

Inmotalus? This term, Perlis seemed to have heard of it somewhere... the east coast of the continent... that was the Dila Empire... Perlis nodded thoughtfully, and then her calm expression suddenly became a little dissatisfied:

"Can't you just tell me the answer?"

"No way, you'll need to find it yourself," Ikan Geller said with a friendly smile. "As a good friend, I can only give you a little help. You have to rely on yourself."

"Who is your good friend..." Perlis narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Don't be so hurtful, little girl. I made a special trip just for you."

Although Ikan Geller said this, there was no sign of being offended on his face. He walked forward a few steps, stood on the edge of the cliff, and looked up at the fiery clouds in the sky:

"You should have realized that your situation in reality is not optimistic, right?"

"Hmm..." Perlis nodded slightly, "I should be... imprisoned in the Tower of Babel."

In Perlis's impression, the prison directly under the Tower of Babel was generally used to detain serious criminals, and almost no one could escape.

And... I don't even know what my current physical condition is... Thinking so, Perlis rubbed her forehead gently and began to think about how to resolve the current situation.

She knew that with her mental anchor now established, she could definitely wake up if she wanted to, but she couldn't predict or understand what she would encounter after waking up.

If I were to be subdued again after waking up, this time what I would face might not just be a dream.

"..."

As Perlis was thinking, she suddenly heard a chuckle from Ikan in front of her:

"Think about it carefully, little girl, why do they want to control you with dreams?"

Although Ikan's chuckle was not offensive at all, Perlis still felt a little uncomfortable for some reason. However, she suppressed her desire to talk back and thought carefully.

Why do we need to control it through dreams... If Laplace only needs the special features of my body... then he can just keep my blood or organs to feed them, there is no need to keep me alive... and there is no need to trap my consciousness in dreams...

From the existing situation, Perlis figured out an established fact: for some reason, Laplace needed to preserve Perlis' consciousness completely, so that her continuity as an individual "Perlis Havrgard" must be maintained without interruption or destruction, and her brain could not be damaged to turn her into a vegetable, otherwise she would have been unable to think here.

But then, there's no need for them to lock me up in a dream, if the containment measures of the Tower of Babel prison can control me...

Thinking of this, Perlis's beautiful eyes shrank slightly, and she suddenly realized a fact -

——The measures taken by the Tower of Babel may not be able to stop her now!

Otherwise, why would Laplace go through so much trouble to create a dream to trap her? If he had strong enough containment measures, he could just lock her up.

This gentle approach was inconsistent with Laplace's iron-fisted policy, and he would not make unnecessary and useless moves.

And if it weren't for Ikan Geller's guidance, Perlis might not have realized that she was in a dream until now, and naturally she would not have been able to break through Laplace's containment.

Even Laplace didn't know about the existence of this suspicious poet... Who is he?

Thinking of this, Perlis nodded slightly to Ikan Geller and said:

"Thank you."

Hearing Perlis's thanks, Ikan Geller also nodded with a smile, and then continued:

"Your talent has reached a new level. You may not be able to adapt to it for a short period of time, but I believe you will soon be able to master it thoroughly and use it accordingly."

...Talent? Are you referring to the abilities I demonstrated on the top of the Tower of Babel? Perlis subconsciously lowered her head and looked at her slender and smooth wrists. The scars on them had long disappeared.

Whether it is tearing the space or relying on factors to repair wounds, it is really too incredible, just like the magic in fairy tales... While thinking so, Perlis's eyes condensed, feeling the faint red lines flowing in her body, forming a part of her body.

Since I was a child, my physical fitness, reaction speed, and language talent have been very strong. Is this also part of the "talent" that Icahn Geller mentioned?

Thinking of this, Perlis raised her head and said slightly:

"Why do I have these powers?"

"The answers are all in Immortalus, the blessed and dim place."

Icahn Geller smiled briskly, as if to make it clear that he was not going to explain himself clearly:

"Have fun, little girl, and remember to eat on time."

After saying this, the bard slightly turned sideways, and the dark stone door suddenly appeared in the void outside the cliff, with the engraved patterns on it lit up.

In the blink of an eye, the light gate turned into a crack of pure red light, and the surrounding space seemed to surge slightly and gather there.

Is this considered seeing me off? ... This is clearly a fragment of my subconscious mind... Perlis complained inwardly, and without saying anything else, she walked straight towards the light gate.

But just when Perlis was about to pass through the light gate, she couldn't help but turn around and whispered to Ikan Geller:

"Do you know why Carly Fellowes would...betray me?"

When she said the word "betrayal", the light in her bloodshot eyes dimmed a little.

To Pearlis, Carly's deception was almost tantamount to betrayal, and she could not accept that someone so close to her would do such a thing.