The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 135 Ch.134 A wayward child
The reason why Enid chose Fernandez's 'Gold Pound Snow Mountain' was because the time here was not much different from the flow speed of the waking world, so she would not have to stay with Roland for several months or even years.

The two people woke up from the bed quickly.

Moreover, he doesn't sleep well.

He put his arm around her.

She curled up like a child, huddled in Roland's arms.

The moment Roland opened his eyes, she also opened her eyes.

Brown eyes.

Roland felt as if he was staring at a leafy maple tree that had fallen onto the lake.

"Welcome back," Enid said softly.

She bent her arm, raised her rough palm upward, and carefully touched Roland's face with her fingertips.

Unconsciously, the face of a boy transformed into that of a man.

She looked at the familiar face.

But I didn't find what I wanted in that golden color.

Enid used her index finger to press a small dent on Roland's cheek, smiled, and stood up.

"This is what it means to enter a dream, Roland."

she says.

"Dreamers cannot be awakened from the outside world. Death in a dream is no different from death in the waking world - the latter is even better."

"Whether it's one ring or nine rings."

"Except for a few rare items and mystical organs, almost no one has a way to escape from the dream. Explorers can only try their best to survive in the dream until they wake up."

She smoothed her messy hair and turned her head back.

"The dense forest you often appear in is the 'Source Point' - it is a safe place for you. Other ritualists also have their own 'Source Points'."

“The ritualist starts from the ‘source point’, or relies on ‘anchors’ and ‘coordinates’ to explore the unknown dreamland.”

"Do you have any questions?"

Roland blinked: "Your skirt is sliding to the other side."

Enid: ...

"It's really white."
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wrench.

"You're not letting me see it, you stingy guy. I'm not a male."
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How do you have a gender?
The flame jumped a few times.

"Well, Su Yue decided it."

That's a reasonable answer.

But Roland always had a hunch that this guy was not telling him the truth.

…………

……

Because the two of them fell asleep too early, it was still late at night when they woke up.

Enid cut some cold butter for the bread and warmed it on the slate of the fireplace.

The two baskets of fruit at home have gone bad.

But there was coffee and half a roast chicken from yesterday.

Fortunately, it is winter.

"I'm not a 'lady', Roland. At least I'm much rougher than the ones you've met." Enid pinched the bread and took a small bite.

This was the first time Roland saw her not being 'dignified' -

More realistic.

"You know, for people like us, it's hard to maintain those etiquettes. I only agree with the small part that I can do, and at the same time, I hate the majority that I can't do."

When Enid said this, Roland felt that "the problem was etiquette, not her."

“It’s a bias.”

"Love someone's absolute bias."
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I do not know what you're talking about.

"Ha ha."

"How are you feeling today?" Enid asked as they ate.

"Very white."
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You're not done yet, are you?

"Shut up if you admit defeat."

Roland: ...

In fact, the only feeling Roland had when he fell asleep was fear.

It was an uncontrolled fear.

He couldn't choose when to leave, and he didn't know what would happen next.

He didn't like the feeling of being out of control.

"'Gold Pound Avalanche' is just the most common distortion."

"You haven't seen a sea of ​​human heads yet."

The Chief Judge has a profound understanding of human fantasy: "If you don't become an explorer, you don't have to dream often - do you know? Some ritualists rarely dream in their entire lives. They join a sect or organization and serve them in exchange for ritual objects to upgrade their rings."

"They don't seek rare objects, don't want secrets, and they're not even curious about the world of sleep."

“Everything is provided by the organization.”

“They just have to obey.”

“Then, stop at a certain ring.”

"There were quite a few in the Inquisition."

Enid held the bread and asked in an inexplicable tone: "…Is a person like this considered a ritualist?"

"Yes." Roland was silent for a moment, then replied, "The one who masters the secret is the ritualist."

Enid dropped her eyes and said nothing.

The ritualists are human beings, so of course they have fears.

But we must never be paralyzed by fear.

otherwise…

Who will give up the real power?

If you don't master power, you can't master destiny.

"Some people just live to make a living." Roland was not speaking for anyone.

Although becoming a ritualist means having extraordinary power.

It also means gold pounds.

But not everyone wants or is qualified to pursue immortality - and not everyone can endure the verbal abuse and contempt all day long, and then turn a blind eye to the temptation that is within reach.

Just like those executives who applied for 'transfer'.

"I have spent half my life and gained nothing."

——He thought again of those wandering or unqualified ritualists mentioned by Fernandez...even apprentices.

Wandering outside the door.

It would be extremely painful for a person without talent to accidentally glimpse an unattainable dream.

The more he thought about it, the more painful it was.

"And you."

Enid asked suddenly.

"I?"

"Do you want to pursue immortality?" There was an inexplicable emotion in the woman's eyes: "Climb up, four rings, five rings - until the tenth ring, become immortal, you can live for a long time, and even have the power to distort the world."

Roland asked himself this question once.

The answer at that time was: He was satisfied with his current life.

But now, the answer to the question has changed.

"I want to at least reach the seventh ring." Roland smiled. "At least reach the seventh ring and take a look at the world of high-ring ritualists."

Enid didn't ask why it was 'seven rings', her eyes twinkled: "That's not easy... but I believe you, Roland. Because there is fire in your eyes." "Fire?"

Enid didn't explain much, she just said softly, "It's just like what you saw in the eyes of the Supreme Lady before."

"Although I hate her immensely, I have to admit that she is one of the few people I have ever met who has a 'strong flame'."

When it comes to Victoria, Roland always feels that he messed up: "Maybe you don't have to agree..."

Enid looked at the serious young man in front of her, watching him worry about himself and the presiding judge of the court, his superiors and guides, and the lady he had slept with...

She now has a little crush on this house where she rarely lives.

"Enid?"

Roland found that someone's gaze on him began to become direct again.

"Mr. Roland, my dear executive officer," Enid laughed, "Do you really think that a one-ring ritualist can drag me, an eight-ring "Holy Flame", into the quagmire? Of course not. This is my choice, and it is also the choice I made for these executives who are willing to stay - the choice they... want."

"You are just an opportunity."

“We always have to pick a side.”

"The Inquisition is at the center: Buckingham Palace is to our right, the Parliament of Truth is to the left."

"So, I choose Victoria on the right."

Roland: ...?
What does this have to do with left and right?
He simply couldn't believe that such an important decision was made by Enid as if it were a joke.

"My brother once told me..."

She thought about it, chuckled twice, and didn't say anything else.

"Once you become a link, no one will be able to help you from now on." She told Roland that the Inquisition only had the "Holy Flame", but Roland was embarking on a path that had never appeared before.

He needs to explore on his own.

That is - constantly falling into dreams.

No one could tell him what the Ring-raising Ceremony was.

what do you need.

"If you want to move forward, you have to take risks. You don't know how difficult it is - it's like fishing for a coin in the ocean. Many ritualists who are not on the path of the Crown God will never find the key to advancement in their lifetime."

"It's not like they can't complete the ritual."

"But I don't know where the ritual that can help me level up is?"

How many times do I have to enter the sleep world before I can find the knowledge that belongs to my own path?

"The world in sleep will only be more dangerous than what you encounter today. You can think about it for a year, or ten years, or even until you die. I won't give you any advice. Everything is your own choice, Roland."

Sleeping World...

Roland suddenly thought of a question.

One that he had always ignored.

The sleeping world is composed of human subconsciousness, fantasy, and obsession.

So, how many people's fantasies and subconscious...

how many people.

Is it enough to form a 'dream'?
Are there any standards for this?

Enid answered his question in the negative.

"It's not about the number of people, Roland."

"It depends on the choice of the sleeping world."

Enid said, "There is a saying in the mystical world. They believe that the dormant world has consciousness."

“It will choose what it likes.”

Possessing awareness…

Choose the one you like?

"is it possible?"

"It's just a guess with a high probability, Roland." The lady lowered her eyes: "Have you ever thought about why some books are banned?"

Roland had certainly thought about this.

For example, why was Cherry-Chloe's twenty-pound copy of Bloodthirsty a banned book?
For example, when I was a child, why were there so many versions of the 'monster' stories that James Jones told me?
What impact will they have?
Human fantasy, sleep world, alien species.

Some things are self-evident.

"…all the major denominations have an unwritten rule: we don't completely ban these books, but we will never allow them to spread without control," said Enid.

"We create 'aliens' and 'dreams' through the fantasies of mortals, and maintain a certain degree of restraint to avoid overflow while obtaining what we want..."

"Material."

The woman put down the piece of bread with a few small crescents bitten off in it and looked at Roland:

"This is of no benefit to mortals, and serves only ourselves."

"If necessary, we will have people write new stories themselves... Of course, the power of the 'creatures' in the story cannot exceed a certain scale, otherwise, it will be like waste paper."

Roland thought for a moment and asked, "What is the result?"

“It didn’t turn out very well.”

Enid sighed.

“Sometimes we succeed and sometimes we fail.”

"Sometimes a story loved by a thousand people has no effect; sometimes, the story is only read by two people, and before it can be spread... we find similar anomalies."

“Sometimes what is born matches our description; sometimes, it is completely opposite, or has nothing to do with it at all.”

"Just like the world itself, it is chaotic and disorderly."

Enid did not study "Dream Science" in depth, and she herself was not a scholar who had delved deeply into this art.

What she told Roland was all she knew.

"That's why I said that 'the sleeping world has consciousness' is a high probability... guess - believe me, before I told you this, countless people have spent countless years studying it."

“But they got only one result.”

“There is no pattern.”

"There is no pattern to the birth of alien species and dreams. We can't find any matching features between them."

“That’s why there’s this argument: Maybe the sleep world has its own consciousness.”

"It's like a willful child..."

“Choose what you like and ignore what you don’t like.”

“We can only assume so.”

Roland rubbed his fingers subconsciously, feeling that something was wrong.

Or maybe there is something I overlooked...

Hypothesis.

The sleeping world has 'consciousness'.

Suppose, it would be like a child, making choices without any regularity.

Then.

As Enid just said: If you are lucky enough, favored enough, one, or two people's fantasy...

It can also form dreams...or different...

and many more.

Wait a moment.
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wrench.

"I know what you're going to say."

"But Roland, if there really is a willful child, and he prefers Su Yue's story."

"And your destination is the Seventh Ring, or above the Seventh Ring..."

"Isn't this a good thing for you?"

Roland pursed his lips, looked at the flickering flames in his eyes, and recalled the intermittent voices in his ears during those gray yet colorful days.

A wonderful and magnificent world.
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You're right, wrench.

(End of this chapter)