Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

332 Dreamscape Travels

Dreamscape Travels was a side quest that William had undertaken before.

One day, a sudden plague swept through a remote town, leaving the residents unable to sleep and only accumulating fatigue until they fell into intense hallucinations.

A strange foreigner arrived in town and claimed to be able to cure the plague.

After earning the trust of the townspeople, the foreigner concocted a green potion using alchemy materials and a hallucinatory tree sap. The townspeople drank it and were able to fall asleep and dream, but their dreams were anything but peaceful.

The Moon Realm was known for its nightmares, and the souls of those who drank the potion were controlled by the Lord of Nightmare, Zamara, and fell into an endless nightmare.

William remembered drinking the potion and being transported to the Nightmare Swamp, where he successfully saved the townsfolk in that strange dream.

He not only saved everyone but also looted Zamara’s bedroom—just like what a gamer would do—resulting in the Void Sovereign having a red name that couldn’t be reversed when She descended into her Void Incarnation in Currere.

Years later, when William saw similar potions, he understood what had really happened.

As William came back to his senses, he found himself standing in a gorgeous palace surrounded by thick mist. Symbolic curtains were pulled up in front of him layer by layer, and countless whispers and murmurs echoed around him.

“There’s no need for such extravagance,” William said to the existence behind the seven layers of curtains.

This was the destination of his descent into the Dreamscape—Zamara’s bedroom.

Just as he finished speaking, a slightly sad sigh replied, calming the whispers and murmurs of the surrounding dreamscape while passing through the curtains of the seven levels of nightmares.

However, the other party hesitated to speak.

“What do you want to talk about, considering how you went one big circle just to create a chance for me to meet you alone?”

William went straight to the point, not wanting to waste his breath.

The Forest Elves were already in a state similar to sleepwalking, so using the hallucinatory potion for control was unnecessary. Zamara could directly modify their perceptions and create an illusion.

If She only wanted to control them for the ritual, there was no need for the expensive and useless potions.

However, from another perspective, the greatest use of the potion was to plunge the souls of Currere creatures into the Nightmare Swamp.

Or rather, an invitation.

That was why William didn’t hesitate to drink the expensive and ancient potion after seeing it.

Even if he was wrong, he could easily return with his mental strength.

Moreover, reality proved that he had guessed correctly.

“I hope you can give up on the idea of continuing to cause trouble on this side of the timeline… If you’re agreeable, I’m willing to help you contact your companions on the other side through the dream and get them to pull you back to the normal timeline. You can then subsequently leave Ravenwood. No one will have to die.”

The Lord of Nightmare said something akin to advice in a tone that didn’t match Her status.

William frowned.

“And watch Ravenwood turn into a kingdom of the dead, a land where no living creature can survive?” William replied.

He had expected Zamara to discuss more pragmatic topics.

“But Ravenwood was originally supposed to be a land of death. The 5,000 years of vibrancy was just Camilla’s mercy,” Zamara replied. She continued without waiting for a retort, “Camilla’s actions are only to put the originally correct history back on track. There’s no need for you to stop it because this isn’t a war that determines the future. It’s just dealing with some problems left behind by the past.”

“The correct history is chosen by the people of Currere. At the very least, it has nothing to do with the Moon Realm. If all you want to do is discuss meaningless topics, I’m too busy. I still have an entire race to save. Forgive me for not entertaining you.” William turned around, ready to leave.

He was waiting for the other party to speak.

“What if I told you that returning to your original timeline and giving up on Ravenwood would minimize losses?”

As William expected, the other party stopped him.

“Make Ravenwood a land of death under Camilla’s control or choose the option with the least losses?” William stopped in his tracks and turned his head, asking seriously,

He knew that Zamara didn’t want the other two Void Sovereigns to know about Her intentions by inviting him to Her bedroom in the Nightmare Swamp instead of contacting him directly in Currere.

During their conversation at the Moon Realm rift, William had noticed that Zamara wasn’t as enthusiastic about Ravenwood as the other two. Instead, She had an attitude of regret towards his decision to fight to the death.

Although Ravenwood was a masterpiece created by the three goddesses, it was impossible for the Void Sovereigns to be united. Besides, the Lord of Nightmare was likely the second greatest contribution among the trio.

William felt that perhaps this gentle Void Sovereign, who was famous for being afraid of trouble, didn’t expect things to spiral out of control.

“I’m curious about what the greater loss will be,” William said when the other party didn’t reply.

“Death,” Zamara replied simply.

“Death? Whose?” William asked cooperatively, although he already had an idea.

“Your death, and everything you cherish and rebuilt after your return will die with you. If you think you can afford this price, continue…”

“Sorry to interrupt… this definitely isn’t me underestimating your strength as a Void Sovereign, but…”

William’s tone didn’t sound apologetic as he interrupted the tragic future described by the other party.

“But what you couldn’t do a thousand years ago even after joining forces…”

“I know that you’ve become stronger than before.” Zamara interrupted William and said in a calm tone, “Although there’s no qualitative change in the scale of your strength after excluding the support of the Holy Spirit Disc, your use of magic can be said to have exceeded mortal imagination. Be it the novel use of magic spells or the use of equipment, it shows a higher level of perspective as a suspected Holy Spirit. More importantly, your actions aren’t as rigid as before and aren’t as fatalistic. According to the Mocker, you’re more interesting than before and can reveal more possibilities.”

Zamara paused. William couldn’t help but say, “Continue. I’m listening.”

The bedroom fell into silence as if Zamara wanted William to reflect on what She had said.

William coughed lightly and broke the silence. He asked, “So… if I’m really as strong as you believe, why are you so certain that I’ll die here?”

“You’re wrong. It’s precisely because I see the possibility of the future in you that I’m here to warn you,” Zamara replied coldly.

William tapped his forehead as he racked his burgeoning head and asked,

“Can’t you be more specific? At least give me a reason that can convince me… I know that the so-called World Tree in the middle of Ravenwood is Camilla’s past body. She plans on using it as a vessel to descend into Her Void Incarnation, right?”

The blurry phantom behind the curtains nodded almost imperceptibly.

“If this is the other party’s trump card… I defeated Camilla’s incarnation with the help of the Matriarch and the Father of the Wilderness in the past, but don’t tell me you or She really think I can’t defeat Her incarnation alone?” William questioned.

“We’ve never thought that way.”

“Then why did you say…” William was puzzled.

“I… can’t tell you.”

“Very well. Then don’t say anything. I wish you sweet dreams,” William said, bowing to the curtain and turning to leave.

Needless to say, it was definitely some oath contract or other restrictions that prevented Her from saying.

He had never had much to talk about with riddlers.

“Calamity, wait. If you have to do that…”

Zamara stopped him again.

“Before Camilla was born into the Lady of Starvation, she was a human, not an elf.

“Additionally, Floral Kane is special. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the source of her Divine Realm magic power doesn’t come from the Astral World. Instead, it comes from burning the souls of the Ravenwood Tree Elves as fuel.

“That’s all I can tell you without breaking my oath…”