Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 374 - Blurred Map Under Repair

After that, a pleasant night was spent. And at the end of the night, the tide of dreams surged forth.

Wu Chen had a dream—not a dream of a foreign land, nor a lucid dream, but a dream of sparks generated by the free collision of microcurrents in his neurons as he relaxed his physical structure. A small portion of idle computing power was thus mobilized; of course, most of the computing power was still consumed in external observation and magic deduction, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.

A very compact lifestyle.

But work doesn't interfere with his leisure time.

In that long-lost dream, which was not custom-made but contained a large number of random numbers, he once again saw a familiar scene.

He saw the Earth.

He witnessed the world stirred up by his actions—the war between Death and the Dark Dragon swept across most of the world and profoundly changed the world's understanding. However, the world that should have ushered in a great era of conflict fell into eternal stagnation because of his departure.

In different universes, the relative flow of time can generally be considered infinite.

The entire Earth was thus frozen at the moment he went to Mondas, and the death god faith that should have risen could no longer take shape.

If time doesn't flow, how can something be brewed?

Without a process, how can there be change?
In his dream, a fragment of Wu Chen's will wandered the surface of this stagnant planet. He glanced at his relatives with whom he no longer had any connection, then swept his gaze over the school where he had grown up. The few friends he could exchange a few words with, those he had barely met once, also appeared in his perception, only to be swept past by him again.

They were all doing well, and they all had their own lives. Their existence had no impact on Wu Chen, and Wu Chen made no demands on them.

My gaze swept over it.

Long-forgotten memories surged up, revealing clear images in his mind. He recalled many things from the past, but no single moment could hold his attention for long.

He no longer cared what they looked like or what their names were. Their presence gradually became faint and insignificant in his observation.

It's no longer important.

Wu Chen's gaze was directed at what he considered valuable.

He saw his rented room, and the young woman from Fuluo who had taken him into the room to clean it before he left. And the girl's name appeared clearly in his mind.

Shiori Hayakawa.

He had only recently come to remember the name.

She was his sorceress, his first believer, and the first intelligent individual he encountered after embarking on the path of prayer. Apart from Hera, it was the power of her prayers that allowed him to achieve his initial growth.

and so……

You're here.

He saw her.

His attention was drawn to her.

She was still wearing that slightly anime-style shrine maiden outfit, holding a broom in her hand. The room, already quite clean, didn't really need any cleaning.

Wu Chen then extended his hand.

His fingertips touched the girl's hair; the smooth, long hair felt wonderful to the touch. Meanwhile, not far from the rented apartment, many administrative staff were busy renovating the neighborhood.

“…You should do something more worthwhile,” Wu Chen said softly. “Unfortunately, the effects of the Map Technique don’t seem to be reaching us. Otherwise, you could have spread the Death God’s faith on Earth for me.”

There are countless faiths on Earth. His actions in this world are enough to attract countless blind followers. However, the problem lies in the fact that while these faiths are abundant, they all have their own chaotic orientations. Countless believers don't even know who they are worshipping, so this vast tide of devotion fails to reach him.

It's a bit of a headache.

Wu Chen gently shook his head. He withdrew his hand from the girl, no longer focusing his attention on her. This brief dream had ultimately consumed a considerable amount of his time. And in the real world, he still had many things to attend to.

then……

The adventurer opened his eyes and found himself back on a comfortable bed in the real world. Many slender and soft limbs embraced him, allowing him to rest well in this gentle haven.

There is still plenty of time.

Before dawn.

And so, time began to flow.

..............................

Shiori Hayakawa shuddered slightly. Everything before her eyes seemed to have undergone a complete transformation in an instant. It was a strange feeling, like being reborn from the ashes, as if just a moment ago she was merely a tiny insect in glue, and now she could fly freely in the sky.

Everything seems different now.

Everything seemed different, yet somehow.

She took a deep breath, but felt a cracking sensation at the tips of her fingers holding the broom. Before she could react, she realized that the sturdy alloy broom had crumbled into powder under her fingertips.

He shouldn't be that strong.

There must be an important reason hidden behind this.

She subconsciously thought, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to clean up the pile of trash and debris. But in that instant, the shattered broom miraculously returned to its original state!

It's like time has reversed.

It's like a magical restoration.

No, it wasn't just like. It was magic. At that moment, she sensed the invisible power flowing through her limbs and bones. And a certain inexplicable understanding began to form in her mind.

She was blessed.

She possessed magical aptitude and power.

Her God has given her a new mission, a mission that has already overshadowed her current to-do list.

You should shepherd my flock in my place, and spread my faith in this mundane world.

The voice of God echoed in my ears and in my heart.

And at this moment, the outline of the entire Earth seemed to manifest in her mind—rough, rudimentary, with hundreds or even thousands of forces of different sizes covering the Earth in her eyes. These were all beliefs pointing to different types of death gods, and only by gathering them all under the correct banner would they not obscure her vision, and only then would the Earth blessed by God be clearly presented to His chosen first believer.

"Lord, I know."

The broom twisted under her will, its silvery light pulsating, transforming it into the shape of a gohei (a type of shrine maiden's weapon). She had long since completely surrendered her thoughts, joys, and soul to Wuchen. And it was precisely for this reason that Wuchen's power was the first to be so profoundly manifested in her.

The timing is perfect.

The surveillance and protection forces surrounding this rental house have already amassed a considerable number.

She waved the imperial coin in her hand, and an invisible wind wiped away any dirt or grime that might have been present in the room.

The next moment, she pushed open the door and announced to all directions the inspiration she had received.

"The divine decree has been issued." Her voice drew countless gazes.

(End of this chapter)