The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

Inside the White Rose Palace.

A deep purple light bloomed throughout the entire corridor, instantly overwhelming Morian's entire senses.

There was no pain, no impact, only a sense of detachment from the depths of the soul, as if consciousness had been thrown into a river with countless branches.

This is not a mental attack, but a call to the origin of the soul, which the Cleansing Spirit Necklace naturally cannot block.

After an unknown amount of time, consciousness returned.

When I regained consciousness, the first thing that rushed into my nostrils was a damp, earthy air, followed by the refreshing feeling of a gentle breeze.

This feeling was incredibly familiar, as if I had seen it before.

Morian slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a barren grassland, with sparse trees planted on both sides at intervals.

Not far away, a brand-new, dark-colored sedan was parked quietly, its engine emitting a low rumble.

Looking at the road that stretched to the end, he suddenly remembered.

This is the highway where he once chased Joseph, speeding along in his car.

"Mr. Morian, over here!"

A cheerful shout came from behind him, and looking in the direction of the sound, Charlotte was waving vigorously at him, her face showing a relieved expression.

Beside the car, Diana was helping the weak Eric into the back seat.

After leaving the White Rose Palace, Eric seemed to have recovered quite a bit. He looked up in Morian's direction and gave him a grateful smile.

Succeeded?

A gentle breeze ruffled Morian's dark hair. His first thought was that the three of them had been teleported out of the White Rose Palace? All he had to do now was head to the neighboring city to meet them, as planned.

Everything went too smoothly.

Everything seemed so perfect, so beautiful.

It's so beautiful it's unreal.

I remember in the final scene, did that commander named Levim do something...? Morian's eyes flickered slightly, his gaze drifting unintentionally to other places.

How could they have escaped so easily from that commander of the Royal Guard, that powerful figure who even Diana felt pressured?

Seeing his absent-minded look, Charlotte's emerald eyes immediately showed concern and doubt, as if she was wondering why he was standing there in a daze and why he wasn't coming over.

Even Eric and his companion, who were already seated in the car, showed the same puzzled expression.

As his thoughts raced, a sudden clarity flashed in Morian's eyes. He looked sharply at Charlotte in the car, then at Diana and Eric, and then at the lawn swaying gently in the wind around him, and instantly understood something.

This isn't the real world! Because everything is too much like an ideal scenario!

Everything before them seemed like a meticulously designed illusion, with every detail indicating that they had successfully escaped this crucial fact!

Having spent his days moving between containment spaces and the bizarre illusions of his inner world, his adaptability to falsehoods has probably far exceeded that of ordinary people, and he is even close to developing "antibodies."

That's why he was able to wake up so quickly and realize that what he was seeing was just a false illusion.

Thinking of this, Morian couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and let out a slightly mocking laugh.

"A beautiful dream, Your Majesty."

He paused, then continued speaking to the air in front of him:

"Unfortunately, its flaws are also too perfect, so perfect that one doesn't want to wake up."

The moment the words left his mouth, the scene before him shattered.

The highway in Bet City, the cars, and Charlotte and the others—everything distorted rapidly before vanishing into the darkness.

In the midst of nothingness, a new scene suddenly appears.

After calming himself down, Morian found himself standing in a quiet garden.

The garden's style is similar to that of the White Rose Palace, with a winding gravel path at your feet.

The surrounding area is planted with a large number of ornamental plants that bloom at night. Under the cool moonlight, everything looks so peaceful and serene.

"Excellent, very keen insight."

Levim emerged from somewhere in the garden. He was still wearing his crisp, dark officer's uniform. Instead of being annoyed at being exposed, he looked Morian up and down with great interest.

How could a first-stage ascendant remain conscious during a nightmare? That's really interesting.

"Few people can maintain a clear understanding after being dragged into a dream, let alone break free from the dream based solely on intuition and subtle contradictions."

Levi continued, praising without reservation:

"Doctor, can you tell me how you did that?"

"puff."

Morian gave a mocking laugh, not actually answering the other person's question, but instead teasingly said:

"Don't you know that I'm not only a doctor, but also a psychologist?"

As he spoke, his gaze was fixed on the commander in front of him, and he quietly activated his "Analysis" ability.

In his field of vision, several lines of clear text information were quickly marked on Livm's tall and imposing figure.

[An Extraordinary Journey – "Ideals"]

【ether】

【"nightmare"】

[When activating this ability, the target can be forcibly dragged into a deep dream world controlled by the user. If the target is injured or dies in the dream world, the injury or death will be simultaneously reflected in their physical body and soul in reality.]

[In dreams, one can materialize things from one's own cognition or memory into entities with real abilities, and one can freely modify the physical rules and spatial structure of the dream.]

Looking at these emerging intelligence reports, Morian maintained a mocking attitude on the surface, but his heart became more serious.

Dream-related abilities are among the most troublesome, because their effects are difficult to avoid, and in a dream, it is undoubtedly a battle on the opponent's "home turf," making it impossible to imagine what kind of bizarre methods the opponent might employ.

"I'm sorry, the answer was wrong." Levim sighed regretfully, simply raising his right hand and lightly pressing his index finger and thumb together.

A point of deep purple light suddenly lit up at his fingertips, quickly condensing into a tall human figure.

He was a soldier wearing the old-fashioned military armor of the kingdom, his hair was gray but his face was still resolute, carrying a sense of loyalty and integrity that belonged to the old era, almost rigid.

Immediately afterwards, the soldier's body emitted a tooth-grinding sound as his bones and muscles violently writhed!

His torso suddenly swelled up, extending all the way to his rear, and two strong, prominently structured armored hind legs tore through his trousers and grew out!

With its four feet firmly planted on the ground, an unstoppable momentum arose spontaneously.

At the same time, the weapon he held in both hands transformed into an incredibly heavy knight's lance, its tip gleaming with a cold, icy light.

The upper body is that of a warrior holding a spear, and the lower body is that of a warhorse poised to pounce.

"Honor Class - Chariot!"

A pure form of warfare that abandons some flexibility and complexity, pursuing ultimate direct breakthroughs and crushing victories!