The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 482 Ch.481 Worms
"Besides me, there should be several ritualists who entered the dream because of you. Shandel, have you seen them?"

Shandel leaned on Roland's shoulder and shook his head gently: "No."

she says.

"If they could get to my mother's house, they would recognize me and try to wake me up..."

The girl lowered her eyes and casually played with Roland's fingers. She seemed to no longer want to talk about those unimportant people: "What do you mean by 'rule change'?"

Roland told Xiandel the rules about falling and awakening, and returning from death.

She was surprised.

"So, we can leave through death?"

"Not much hope." Roland shook his head and tapped with his index finger: "Before I found you, no one had woken up yet."

Roland didn't believe that all the ritualists were so immersed in their dreams that no one noticed the problem.

same.

Roland also didn't believe that when they realized something was wrong, they would continue to persevere and sacrifice their lives for Shandel - instead of returning to reality through "death" and passing the news back to the Holy Cross.

and so.

Death cannot leave this dream.

"I think…"

Shandel thought about it.

"I think I know the reason."

she says.

"worm."

Shandel pointed to what Roland had just seen, the appearance of Marilyn Kratov after her death.

Those slender, black and shiny insects.

"A long time ago, I got a name after parsing a dead language - Worm."

A rare creature that cannot be considered a living thing.

"Alien species?" Roland asked.

"No, not a different species."

Shandel replied.

Alien species come from the desires, obsessions, and fantasies of human beings, and are the product of disordered dreams. Their birth is uncontrollable, and humans cannot understand their language and thinking, and cannot even judge what kind of power they have through experience.

They are chaotic puzzles, but they always give an orderly answer.

Their purpose is derived from humans.

But not worms.

These strange monsters will not fulfill anyone's wishes, even if they are malicious. They do not come because of anyone, nor do they die because of anyone.

They exist for only one purpose.

destroy.

"Destroy what?"

"world."

Roland looked strange: "Sounds a bit like the villain in the story."

"Almost, Roland." Shandel nodded: "I don't know much about this thing, the rest is all from my teacher's research."

This was the first time Roland heard that Shandel had a "teacher".

"Of course, everyone has a guide." Shandel narrowed his eyes: "Her name is Natalia, an unpopular scholar...pure."

Shandel stood up and pulled Roland up again.

There is actually a lot to say about worms.

But in this dream, the most important thing at the moment is: how should they leave.

The gnawed and hollowed-out dreamland has long since become a nest for worms.

Rather than saying that it is a part of the sleeping world, it is better to say that this dream has become a "vortex center" - it is "not in accordance with the rules" and is about to be destroyed and crushed by the sleeping world, and transformed back into the most primitive water droplets, falling into the rolling, disordered, and roaring black ocean.

But before they were destroyed, these little bugs were the masters. ——Is that also why they can't wake up?
"Just like flesh and blood reject steel, Roland. The dormant world naturally rejects these monsters that only bring destruction..."

Shandel seemed relaxed.

"We'll be able to leave soon...if your information is correct."

She looked around and pointed at the surrounding walls - walls that were melting like soft ice in the scorching sun.

The shaking goblets and the falling pictures.

"A ship. When the damage reaches a certain level, the rudder loses its function. In other words, when it gradually breaks apart and reintegrates into the sleep world in another way, we just need to..."

Roland frowned: "... before the complete collapse, use the rules that come into effect again to return?"

"Yes."

"But we have to make sure we don't take these little creatures out of our dreams." Roland looked down at his palm, fearing that one might come out of it.

He didn't want to end up like Marilyn.

"Worms are not as scary as you think, Roland." Xiandel smiled and put his arms around his neck, whispering, "At least my teacher said that before it is too late, they are afraid of the power of Ji Yang."

"Holy water?" Roland asked.

"Of course, we have no shortage of it," replied Shandel.

Roland didn't understand.

Such a 'fragile' thing - let's call it a living thing, is actually called a 'world destroyer'...

Either Shandel's teacher was exaggerating, or this thing must have an unknown and more terrifying power.

Roland didn't think that a girl like Shandel would call someone teacher casually.

and so.

"They..." Roland recalled the blurry scene in his mind and couldn't help frowning: "If this wasn't my first dream, they should have parasitized me, let me go, and entered the waking world with me..."

This is what the worms want.

It kind of... doesn't make sense?
Shandel shook his head: "That's what I want to ask, Roland. If this is not your first dream, what did you experience before?"

What happened...

Roland only vaguely remembered that many people had shouted at him...?
"A terrible nightmare." He couldn't really remember. "Maybe when we get back, we'll have to soak in holy water all day."

"Yes," Xiandel moistened his lips, his eyes twinkling, "If it weren't for you, I would disappear along with this dream and those bugs... How can I repay you?"

Roland remained calm: "I hope this reward has nothing to do with the bathroom."

Shandel smiled like a boneless person, stuck to him, and curved her eyes in a cute and innocent way: "You can call that thief."

She leaned forward and whispered in Roland's ear:

"I have a way to convince her."

After saying this, she was very considerate and thought about others:

"We can't be sure that we are 'clean', Roland. Do you want to purify them separately and waste precious holy water?"

"Each tube may be the life of a devout person."

Roland looked at Shandel and somehow found some of Enid's temperament in her.

"So, when someone asks you in the future, 'How did you trick our church's most beautiful rose away?' I will answer, 'It was to save your lives.'"

Shandel laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

She liked the pun.

"Just answer like that, Roland. Just answer like that. I want to see their expressions..."

"Maybe you can also see me with a bruised face." Roland let go of her and bent down to pick up the gun: "From now on, we all have to try to get used to pointing guns at our own heads?"

Pieces of debris were falling outside the window.

Revealing the wriggling black flesh inside.

just now.

This dream world was shaking so much that it was almost impossible to stand.

(End of this chapter)