Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 182 The Man Who Was Dying in His Dream
Wake up.

I'm fully awake now.

The thing Wu Chen was most grateful for at this moment was the first gift Hera Morley gave him—a mind manipulation technique that allowed him to harmonize his mental fluctuations in front of high-level wizards without revealing any flaws. It was indeed advanced enough, and Wu Chen had indeed mastered it thoroughly and proficiently.

That's why he's still able to sit here.

Therefore, they are still able to breathe normally and freely.

The vampire's ashes became the medium for infiltrating his dream world, covering his dream form with a vampire's skin—he was now indeed a vampire with vampire powers. And the Shattered Shield family was indeed a powerful clan with a long and rich history; under the influence of this information, donning this skin shouldn't be too difficult.

Perhaps not.

If the Nord girl in front of me... or rather, beneath me, wasn't named Leme, then there wouldn't be much of a problem.

however--

—Don't think I haven't seen different translations and don't know about the use of homophones! What Lemère? This is basically just a different translation of Ramayana!
—You first-generation vampire, a pure-blooded lord, instead of focusing on your grand dream of unifying Nirn, counterattacking Annihilation, and settling scores with the Holy Spirits and Demon Gods, why are you playing the role of a vampire's food and spoils in a melodramatic soap opera? A domineering CEO from another world, huh?! This default character setting doesn't even look like a domineering CEO at all!

irritable.

However, I didn't dare to get agitated at all.

Wu Chen felt as if he were standing on the crater of a dormant volcano that might awaken at any moment, but had already begun to emit heat and sulfur. Under his feet was a layer of rock only half a centimeter thick, and who knew when it would explode!
Gan!
The thought flashed through his mind, but Wu Chen didn't dare to spend too much time thinking about it after hearing the name. His acting skills, which had been honed by Hera's daily mind-reading, were fully unleashed at this moment, ultimately allowing him to portray the nonchalant demeanor of a lazy young man.

"Leme, yes, I understand."

The sealed memories churned rapidly, carefully and repeatedly read and examined—the identity in the dream indeed did not know the true form of Lady Crimson, nor had it ever heard of the name Ramaya Belfago. Continuing from the judgment before waking up, Wu Chen quickly deduced the general direction of Ramaya's scenario.

A feast is a source of enjoyment for vampires.

During the pleasurable rituals, people are allowed to bring their own drinks and food. After all, the Crimson Lady is both the ruler and the benefactor, and even if she never demands offerings, the Night People should still maintain a proper attitude.

and so……

Wu Chen stood up and lifted the girl. Raising his other finger, he used the fingertip to lift the girl's chin—this overly offensive and frivolous action made the Nord girl, whom we'll call Leme, widen her eyes and open her mouth to bite his finger. Her full breasts heaved with shame and anger, like sweet peaches glistening with dew.

Or to be more precise, the fusion sun, shaped like a peach, is bound to the size of a peach by a dense yet unstable force field. Every tremor foreshadows an impending mega-explosion.

His hidden heart pounded incessantly. Wu Chen's immediate urge was to flee. But—

Can't escape.

Absolutely not.

He surveyed Lemma's exquisite yet furious face, a satisfied glint in his eyes—then his gaze shifted to his closest vampire maid. He feigned deep thought, then made a decision.

“I remember that all the nobles of the night who attend the banquet are obliged to bring a dance partner who is worthy of the banquet. And I think Miss Lema is certainly capable of this job. Of course, she will need a little guidance.”

The girl named Lemma turned pale. She knew perfectly well why there were human dance partners at the vampire's banquet. It meant it was an entertainment activity during the grand revelry, and it meant she would be put to a special purpose.

The fear in her eyes flashed by.

But anger and resistance immediately followed.

"Don't think you can control me! Monster! I won't associate with you!" The maids covered their mouths and laughed. Wu Chen's lips curled up slightly in response. He pursed his lips and tossed Lei Mei to the vampire maid who seemed to be the highest-ranking. Then, he gave an order.

“Teach Miss Lemès some etiquette for banquets. Don’t let her make a fool of herself—well, I’m going to visit Sir Callisto later. Perfect, I’ll take her along to test her.”

"You will be satisfied, Lord Dust." The vampire maid chuckled, carrying the struggling Lemé away. Wu Chen then stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the ancient wind helmet from a thousand years ago. The city within his sight had a familiar feel to it.

That's it.

It's that lost ruin of the Wind Helmet.

At the edge of Wu Chen's vision lay the very sanctuary that had served as the medium, allowing him to enter this sealed dreamscape. The crowds on the street moved about as if oblivious, everything perfectly calm and normal except for the dark clouds above. It was as if Windhelm City still belonged to humanity.

—Entering a dream.

The remaining maids came to dress and do his makeup. As citizens of the night, men prepared for banquets no less than women who preferred luxury. And as they busied themselves, a hidden thought began to sprout in their hearts.

Dream.

I must enter the dream.

Whether he wanted to escape, retreat, call for reinforcements, or procure new forces, he had to enter a dream first before he could do anything. After all, his phone was always in his dream, so he had to—

Time stopped.

Just before Wu Chen was about to be forcibly entered into a dream and step into his safe house, time stopped.

It wasn't a matter of him stopping, because he hadn't yet stepped into the boundary of his own dream. However, just as he was about to act, immense fear completely stopped him from doing anything he was about to do.

The maids stopped moving around.

The moisture from our breath condenses in the air.

The light outside the window presented multiple layers, making everything seem like tiny insects frozen in amber. And within that viscous amber, enormous eyes tore through the gloomy clouds, descending from the heavens.

Those were the eyes of a vampire, eyes that were a deep, blood-red color.

It is as large and majestic as a mountain, and its view is like a surging river!

Stop...stop!
The dream was abruptly interrupted.

That vast gaze swept across several blocks, its edges brushing against Wu Chen's body.

It found nothing.

Maybe not.

The enormous eyes closed silently, and time began to flow once more.

Wu Chen closed his eyes.

Although he didn't know the reason, he guessed the truth.

Because this place is already a dream, and in a complete dream, there can be no other dream!
—Hera Morley! Your false information has killed me!
—We agreed that as long as we don't enter the deepest dream state, there won't be any problems!?
(End of this chapter)