Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 737 Error, Fikshiro

After stepping into the nightmare fog.

The surrounding nightmares instantly became restless, churning incessantly.

The nightmare beside me kept bulging, as if something was trying to break through the barrier and enter it; it must be the deeper nightmare outside.

It can't get in?

Yuanfang seemed lost in thought, but before he could ponder further, his gaze involuntarily fell upon a spot ahead.

A tall figure dressed in a long robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground. His outline was very similar to Pridoddan's, but his body had the features of Nightmare.

It's as if... Pridodane has merged with the Nightmare...

A frown appeared on his face in the distance.

At the same time, the nightmare mist beside him underwent even more drastic changes, as if it resonated with the deep nightmare on the outside. He could even vaguely see the hideous outlines in the nightmare, roaring at him.

The other side seems to be about to break through this barrier.

Time is running out.

The power of the deep nightmare is beyond what Yuanfang can currently contend with; all he can do now is make a decision as soon as possible.

Calling, touching, or attacking?
A thought flashed through Yuanfang's mind, and he decisively stepped forward, touching his opponent as the execution close combat of Hurricane Flame Illusion Hand descended.

At the same time, the deep nightmare, scarred and wounded, broke through the barriers and charged towards the distance.

But at that moment, the figure sitting cross-legged slowly opened its eyes.

The next moment, a terrifying wave spread out in all directions.

hum-

The dense nightmare fog dissipated instantly.

Pridodan's gaze suddenly became unfocused, and his body was instantly pulled by an invisible force, merging into the seated figure...

The body in the distance landed heavily on the ground, rolling several times before barely managing to regain its balance.

He looked around, and the power of the nightmare was dissipating and fading away.

Everything before my eyes was twisted and contorted, but under the influence of a force, it was pieced back together and became whole again.

When everything returned to calm.

The deep nightmare vanished, but a pair of giant hands formed from nightmare mist appeared in the distance.

It is Pridodan.

Yet it didn't resemble Pridodan, because his body had lost its original color and turned into the appearance of a nightmare.

After a moment's thought, Yuanfang reached out and, with the other's help, stood up.

Seeing this, Pridodan smiled slightly.

"Does she really trust me that much? Or has she already discovered something, like before?"

"You are truly intelligent, like a torch lit in the long night."

He brushed the dust off himself and said, "No, it's because you are too powerful. Even if there are abnormalities, I have no chance of winning."

Nonsense. Let alone Pridoddan now, even if he had just fought the Deep Nightmare, there would be no way he could defeat him from afar, and he wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

"……Too."

Pridodan chuckled upon hearing this, but he was still pleased with the reaction from afar.

“As you can see, I am almost one with the source of that nightmare. My physical body is merely a manifestation of my spirit, so…”

Pridodan briefly explained the situation, which was consistent with the assessment from afar.

"Tell me, what came to mind this time?" Yuanfang nodded and then asked.

Pridodan smiled and sat down beside him, just as he had done at the campfire at the beginning.

"There are so many things coming to mind this time..."

"...This is a promise you made."

His voice echoed throughout the temple.

"Yes, great flame that extinguishes the long night of the world, I have come in response to the promise of the twilight of yesteryear."

Inside the magnificent yet cold temple, Pridoddan bowed slightly to the tall, slender figure before him.

He lowered his head slightly, glanced at Pridoddan below, and then raised his head again. The long night veiled everything, and only the girlish voice was soothing.

“But you are not Him, you have no responsibility to keep His promises, nor any obligation to suffer for Him.”

"As foolish and stubborn as ever, even after committing an unforgivable mistake, he still hasn't realized the reason for his error..."

His voice was calm.

"...During this period of time, you have made many contributions to the beings in the Long Night Era, which can also offset your innate obsession."

"This farce is over. I don't need you to do anything more."

"You can leave now."

"Go into the long night to find the meaning of existence and the burning of your own life, like other life forms."

As soon as He finished speaking, everything vanished without a trace, and Pridoddan was not given a chance to refuse.

No matter how much he prayed, he received no response.

Inside the cold and dark temple.

Pridoddan gazed at the statue of the Long Night, which was shimmering with a faint light, and remained silent for a long time with a complex expression.

……

After the matter of the "promise" came to an end.

Pridoddan did not leave, but remained in the Temple of the Long Night, wanting to see more books and scriptures in order to find the "meaning of existence and burning" that the Long Night's Flame spoke of.

But during this process, he met a handsome man who also often came to peruse the books, who called himself "Fixiro".

The two often discussed things together, and over time their relationship improved.

However, this Fikshilo wasn't compatible with him in every way.

First, there's his gender; he looks androgynous yet exceptionally handsome.

But this doesn't really matter to Pridoddan; the other person's gender is irrelevant to him.

What's really outrageous is that Fikshilo often likes to ask Pridodan this question, asking him whether he considers himself a man or a woman, female or male.

No matter what Pridodan said, Fikshilo would tell him that his answer was wrong...

Secondly, there's his personality. Ficksillo is unusually quiet at times, but also unusually lively at others.

When things are quiet... that's when he (or she) sleeps. During this time, he (or she) uses a special power to condense a "dream" body, using this method to learn and think, and even chat and discuss with Pridodan.

And when he's lively... that is, when he's awake, it's during this time that Fikshiro will ask those questions that give Pridoddan a headache.

Pridodan was also curious about his identity.

There were no obvious characteristics of Changye on the other party.

He had never heard of it.

But the fact that this person could appear here naturally makes their identity very intriguing.

However, every time he asked, Fikshilo remained mysterious and didn't tell him.

until someday.

Fikhiro was unusually quiet in his sleep, his dream body perusing ancient texts, but suddenly his power went berserk. An ominous aura tainted his gray power, twisting and destroying everything around him.

This affected Pridoddan involuntarily; he subconsciously resisted and tried to wake the other, but to no avail.

Until the power hidden deep within his bloodline was awakened and revealed...

(End of this chapter)