Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 143 Whispers of Dreams

(Wow, someone in the group actually dressed up as a woman and updated...)
Night fell inside the room.

Exhausted, Han collapsed onto the bed. He had treated seven patients that day, more than ever before, but it had left him completely worn out. At that moment, he didn't want to say anything and just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

However... a black mist rose from the bedside that he could not see. The black mist was humanoid, with vague outlines of eyes, ears, nose and mouth. The black shadow looked down indifferently at the human in front of it.

In this world, because of the covenant between gods and demons before the birth of that new world, no extraordinary power can interfere with the present world. Whether it is an angel, an evil spirit, or anything else, they can hardly display their extraordinary power, not even a shadow.

There are many gods in this world, all of whom are angels that God once took from various worlds. When God was omniscient and omnipotent, those past gods had their divinity erased by God. As God gradually gained human emotions, his power gradually declined, and he was no longer able to control those many angels. As a result, those former gods regained their past glory, remembered their past, rebelled, and became gods again.

Countless pantheons converge on this world, and numerous gods have supported numerous civilizations, resulting in this infinitely complex Earth...

When Alexander the Great conquered the four ancient civilizations of Greece, Egypt, Babylon, and China, how many idols and temples did he burn down along the way? Countless gods lost their sages in an instant, but among these many gods, which one appeared? And which one sought revenge?

not even one.

It's not that they're unwilling, but that they can't. In this world where they can't reveal their true forms because of the covenant with the omniscient and omnipotent, even the wrath of the gods cannot be vented.

However strict it may be, over the long years, this ironclad rule has eventually been found to have a flaw...

Finally, the dark figure laughed silently, then suddenly lunged down and entered the mind of the person on the bed.

……

In the vast white mist, Han Na wandered aimlessly, not knowing where he was or why he had suddenly found himself here while sleeping in bed.

"Hey! Is anyone there?"

The bewildered humans wandered aimlessly, but could find no trace of anything. They saw not only no humans, but also no animals, plants, or even insects. All they could see was a vast expanse of white fog and a pure white earth.

A bewildered human was wandering aimlessly. Gradually, he lost sight of why he was walking, only vaguely sensing that he didn't belong here...

“Hanna…”

A familiar voice seemed to ring in his ears. He turned around and saw a familiar house behind him. Inside the house was a six-pointed star, which is the symbol of God in Judaism. On either side of the six-pointed star were his parents, who looked so young, as if they were young when he was a child.

Looking at their parents, the humans were overjoyed and couldn't help but shout.

"Dad, Mom!"

However, what came out was an incredibly childish voice, but the humans didn't notice anything unusual and just ran towards their parents.

The parents in front of me were so kind and gentle. My mother stroked my head, smiled, and spoke softly.

"Hannah, we should worship God and obey His will, do you remember that?"

Before anyone knew it, Hanna, who was now as young as a six or seven-year-old child, nodded as if he understood. Then his father smiled, took his hand, walked to the six-pointed star, knelt down, and began to instruct the child beside him.

“Come, I will teach you a hymn, let us sing praises to God…”

Hannah, standing beside her father, also knelt before the six-pointed star and prayed devoutly.

Being by his parents' side gave Hanna an unprecedented sense of security. Hymns, holy light, sacred chants... in this sacred temple, it was as if God was right beside him.

“O Lord, I sing praises to you, may you guide me forward, may you no longer fear…”

She was focused on chanting, but before she knew it, the light around her gradually dimmed and grew darker. Sensing something was wrong, Han opened her eyes in confusion, only to find that everyone around her had disappeared. Her parents were gone, the house was gone, leaving only endless darkness and a sliver of light beside the six-pointed star in front of her.

Hanna hurriedly stood up, trying to find traces of her parents.

"Dad! Mom!"

However, no matter how much Hanna called out, he received no response. The darkness hindered Hanna's movements, and he could not go into the darkness. In the endless darkness around him, only the six-pointed star was still emitting a faint light.

Han Na slumped to the ground in despair. Then, he stared at the only six-pointed star that could still shine. In the dim light, the six-pointed star seemed to transform into a face with its eyes closed, so dazzling, like a god. However, the face seemed to sense Han Na's gaze and opened its eyes...

What a pair of eyes those are.

Hatred, madness, anger...

"Human! How dare you twist my will!"

The face contorted in fury as it writhed before Han Na, and then a pair of long hands sprouted from it, reaching out towards her as if to grab her.

"No!"

Han Na screamed in panic, trying to back away, but she lost her footing and fell...

"Pfft..."

She fell heavily onto the smooth floor, looking disheveled and in pain. She struggled to her feet, looked up, and saw that she seemed to be in a magnificent and dazzling temple. The temple was gilded everywhere and filled with colorful paintings. It was beautiful and wonderful, like a paradise.

However, there was no one in the temple... No, there was one. Right in front of Hanna, beneath the most prominent throne in the temple, there was a familiar figure with a linen priest's robe draped over his back.

Watching that retreating figure, Hanna felt a deep joy welling up inside her. "John!"

He shouted loudly, hoping to make that figure turn around; he had so many questions he wanted to ask.

Upon hearing the sound, the figure slowly turned around, revealing a familiar face. However, that familiar face held only an expression never before seen before…

Deeply indifferent.

Wearing a priest's robe, John looked at Hannah in front of him and spoke, word by word.

"Hannah, you have twisted God's will and disobeyed God's plan..."

John walked step by step toward Hannah, his face growing angrier with each step.

"I……"

He opened his mouth, trying to explain, but John gave him no chance to do so, his increasingly angry face uttering increasingly harsh words.

"Only the chosen people are qualified to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. How dare you allow sinners of other religions and nations to enter the Kingdom of Heaven!"

"I……"

"Hannah! How dare you twist God's will with human will! You have blasphemed God's glory! You are a blasphemer! You will be cursed!"

John's flesh and blood withered and decayed rapidly, leaving only bare bones. The skull roared furiously and reached out its hand. The skeletal hand touched Hanna's face, and the bone hand made Hanna feel a chill run down her spine.

"John!"

She couldn't help but scream in terror, instinctively trying to block the skeletal hand in front of her, but she touched nothing...

"help me!"

Suddenly, a deep voice came from beside her. Han Na couldn't help but look down and saw a bloody and mangled corpse at her feet. The corpse was missing an arm and could not move its body. Only the bluish-purple color of the corpse remained, and the mouth seemed to be still opening and closing, saying something.

No, there wasn't just one corpse; there were many more corpses around him.

Looking up, all around me were corpses of all kinds: those who had died from disease, those who had died from injury, those who had been beheaded, those who had been eaten by wild animals, those who had drowned, and those who had been crushed by earthquakes...

From your feet to the distance, and even to the very end of your sight, layer upon layer, endlessly…

"help me……"

The numerous corpses lay silently, their swollen eyeballs—thousands, tens of thousands, countless—gazing silently at Han Na, their mouths seemingly opening and closing, endlessly uttering the same sound.

"help me……"

Those corpses—beautiful, ugly, wicked, upright, noble, lowly, men, women, children, and the elderly—all stared with their frozen eyes at the single Hanna, softly calling out her name.

"help me……"

The sound grew louder and louder, so loud it resembled thunder, yet was a billion times louder. Unbeknownst to them, the previously still corpses began to move slowly, stiff as puppets, unaware that their eyeballs were falling out of their sockets or that their torn arms were snapped off. They either tried to stand up or crawled on the ground, all surging toward Han Na's location.

"help me……"

"help me……"

"help me……"

One sound after another, the deathly cold voices echoed continuously, and Han Na stared blankly at the countless crowd, completely at a loss.

Escape? But where can we escape to?

"doctor!"

Just then, a voice suddenly rang in his ears, and his arm was grabbed by a huge force, pulling him to the ground. He looked in horror and instinctively towards his hand, only to see a person covered in pustules crawling on the ground, struggling to lie on top of him and shielding him from everything in front of him.

In a daze, Han Na was nowhere to be found, but her bright and pure eyes seemed somewhat familiar...

"Run!"

……

Outside the window, it was already daytime...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Sitting on the bed, breathing heavily, her face was covered in sweat, her hands and feet were ice cold, and her heart was pounding as if she had just gone through some life-or-death ordeal.

After a long while, he covered his head and let out a painful groan.

(End of this chapter)