Chapter 224: The Dark Lords Turmoil V(2/3)
I have to find a chance {being crossed out}
In theory, if a boss dies, I can continue to be promoted.
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14■■.January 22nd
The disappearance of Glover Jr. left an empty seat on the board, and I got it.
Oh, what seemed to have discovered the old Glover?
Do I want to {be crossed out}?
Before that, I had to drink the latest dream-entering potion, and I could see if I could find the entrance to the hundred-layer world.
Before this, you must go deeper into the ether.
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14■■.January 23 sunny
I dreamed of... I dreamed of the carnival city, upside down, overlapping left and right, only endless masks laughing and falling...
I dreamed of the palace of blood and flesh, giant beasts... human faces, seven horns, countless mouths and throats. They chewed and swallowed, as if they were enjoying everything, but seemed to have nothing...
In a trance, I seemed to be on the battlefield, using iron and fire to destroy everything, and I seemed to be surrounded by stunning straits, lingering with all my heart...
I dreamed of that indescribable realm—the world of endless smiles, depravity and carnival.
The city walls reflect twisted light like mirrors, and the world seemed to be upside down. I wandered in the endless masquerade dance, my steps were light but involuntarily, and the laughter in my ears streaked across my soul like a blade.
His breath was as smooth as wine and as burning as a needle.
Every nerve in my heart shivered in joy and pain. It was the territory of the "Sharmonic", the limit of the senses, the insatiable desire... The figures in front of me were twisted and degenerated, and they were lost in intoxication.
Oh, praise the great Shawn.
You are the God of Beauty, you are the God of Baccarat and the God of Joy.
I have obtained a new invisible technique again!
I have found a way to enter the hundred-level world!
But, I want more and more!
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14■.January 24 sunny
I was dragged into another dream, a decayed palace in the dark, with pus flowing on the walls and an immortal vine growing on the ground.
My skin seems to be rotting, but I can feel some kind of warm protection.
No, no, no!!!
Good father, forgive me!
The ancient decay sacrificed everything in exchange for peace and immortality.
No matter how hard I struggle, my limbs gradually became numb, and I rested in His arms, perhaps I could never break free.
[I have seen too much. Unknown fear is gnawing my hope with sharp teeth; a fear about existence itself.]
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A hundred-story world, sleeping in, twenty-four crowns, twenty-four hours...
Jailer, book burner...Attack sect, "cup"...
...The name is the immortal...
It is difficult to understand...not to believe... the madman's ravings, nonsense... meaningless...
Shawen, kind father, Shawen, kind father, Shawen, kind father!
A kind father, a kind father, a kind father!!
I'm done!
I'm done!
I found...the truth!
His name is - Dai {crossed out}
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Must fall in dream again {notes sloppy, full of struggle}
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In a trance, I saw the battlefield in the distance, with flames intertwined with blood, and the berserkers held up sharp blades, and the roar of the blood god shocked the world.
Every shout, with the madness of blood and the glory of battle.
I seemed to have raised my weapon, swung it towards the endless enemies, with blood stains in my hands, and the world became blurred in the craze of battle.
[I'm very happy, probably.]
When I opened my eyes, sweat soaked my pillowcase, and His whispers echoed in my ears.
I gained peace.
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14■■. February 2nd
Huh, I finally woke up after being confused for so long.
I really can't believe that there is such horror in reality, but... but this is so desirable. I remembered the churches and customs in the small village in my hometown, which are so consistent with what the book says.
I might be really crazy and would believe such a ridiculous thing, but I saw the possibility of making me truly "live".
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Light rain on February 3
I looked through those books again, but I couldn't absorb new nutrients.
I was eager for more. Fortunately, the lady left an address.
It was a poorly lit bookstore located at the bend of a small river with poor views.
The dust-stacked windows exuded a soft yellow light.
The store manager, Miss Moran, nodded to me when she entered the door, but did not get up. "I never asked the customer's name."
She told me so without waiting for me to report myself.
I could hear the taboo words, as if they had broken through the confinement of paper and ink.
I felt the sweetness of knowledge and the hunger of desire.
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Heavy rain on February 7
My desire for taboos is getting deeper, but I can get very little.
At that time, I found a new way to enter the dream again.
The dream changed again, and fragments of knowledge flowed through my fingertips like quicksand.
The trajectory of the stars is chaotic, and the lines of fate are like tangled vines that wrap around me. Between the light and shadow, pairs of eyes stare at me, unfathomable.
The secrets of the great Lord of the Devil are endless, like the scroll of the universe unfolding before me.
Knowledge is dangerous, my thoughts are lost in the possibilities, and my reason is on the verge of collapse.
However, I gained extraordinary knowledge, and through His hands I parsed out the treasures that Shaun left to me:
"The spirit desires transcendence, but the body imprisons the spirit. In the struggle of the spirit, the body develops various desires, which pursue us, drive us, and make us restless.
Everyone is a servant of desire, but it should not be forever.
Desire and spirituality are intertwined, making us imprisoned in the world and unable to set foot in reality.
Let desire burn and boil.
Spirituality and desire separate, reaching the twenty-four gods in the hundred-level world."
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Heavy rain on February 8
I give my determination and piety and obey the guidance of desire.
As the ceremony progressed, the hunger that originated from the soul became stronger.
To be continued...