Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea.

Chapter 91 Monocular

The Imaginary Dragon remained composed, narrowing its eyes slightly as it continued to ask in its gentle tone:

"Why didn't you infiltrate and investigate as I instructed? What were you afraid of?"

Sensing no reproach in his father's tone, Alsukhod tried to recall the emotions that welled up in his heart when he faced that dark sea. He hesitated and said, "There was fear, and there was longing... but more than anything, there was resistance."

Even now, Alshogod resists recalling that dark sea!

The Imaginary Dragon gazed at Alsukhod, its voice possessing a soothing power that pierced through the barriers of Alsukhod's soul, dispelling the resistance that lingered in its heart. It spoke softly:

"My child, think back slowly and tell me in more detail what you feel in your heart."

Under the soothing influence of this force, Alsukhod's mind gradually calmed down, and his antagonistic feelings melted away like ice and snow in spring.

He took a deep breath, trying to clear and organize his somewhat chaotic thoughts, and then calmly said:

"That dark sea is like the source of my pride and strength."

"I crave more power from it to make myself stronger. But at the same time, I fear it might suddenly take back my existing abilities, leaving me with nothing."

"...However, in the end, both longing and fear were overwhelmed by that intense feeling of resistance. I simply couldn't control myself, so...I fled from there..."

Fear and longing—these emotions were not beyond the imagination dragon's expectations, but resistance… The imagination dragon's golden eyes gazed deeply at Alshogod, who bowed his head in silence before him, and spoke:

"You should rest for now. I need you to investigate that place again later. I hope you won't disappoint me again."

Al-Sukhod bowed his head and replied, "Yes, Father."

Alshogod breathed a sigh of relief after the figure of the Imaginary Dragon disappeared.

Although the Imaginary Dragon never showed any negative emotions from beginning to end.

But Alshoghod, who was accustomed to using various mental methods to torment other living beings, was very afraid that his father, who was in a higher position, would use similar methods on him.

"But... do I still have to go?" Alsukhod murmured to himself.

Without the comforting support of his father, that palpable sense of resistance returned to Alschukhod's heart, causing him to mutter under his breath:

"What kind of place is that pitch-black sea? Just thinking about it makes me feel so resistant, it even makes me dare to disobey my father's orders... Is that place extremely dangerous? Is this a reminder and warning from my spirit?"

Although playful and carefree, Alshogod never truly evaded any of the Imaginary Dragon's orders, and even He Himself found this exploration somewhat strange.

After pondering for a while, Al-Sukhod could not find an answer.

In a moment of frustration, He puffed up His enormous wings, and His body rose into the air, circling above the sky.

In the slightly chilly wind, Alsukhod felt the coolness and repeatedly used his soothing abilities to try to relax his tense emotions and calm his chaotic thoughts.

But the results were not very good.

After a long while, He slowly landed beside a lake as calm as a mirror. At that moment, a sudden thought arose in His mind—

He wanted to see his reflection in the water...

This idea came without warning, yet He didn't feel any resistance to it, as if an invisible force was driving Him to do so.

Alsukhod sensed something was amiss, and his expression instantly turned grim as he cautiously peered towards the water.

On the surface of the lake, the image of a giant dragon was clearly reflected; it was none other than His own likeness.

Suddenly, He saw a tiny ripple appear on the lake's surface, and this ripple happened to appear on the right eye of the reflection, making His dragon reflection look as if He were wearing a monocle.

Monocle...

Alshoghod was suddenly startled. He thought of those monocles in the various entertainment programs that had been interrupted before, which both angered and horrified him.

He remembered what his father had mentioned...

Ah, Monk!

However… Alsukhod immediately realized that Amon always wore his monocle on his right eye, while the ripples on the lake were on his left eye.

"I was just scaring myself."

Alshoghod chuckled self-deprecatingly, attributing the hallucinations to his own mental exhaustion after exploring the dark sea, coupled with his recent struggles with the so-called monocle.

It's absurd that he could mistake even the occasional ripples on the lake for a monocle.

But just as He was about to relax, the smile on His face froze instantly, and He could no longer smile.

A thin gray mist began to emanate from somewhere around His right eye.

The gray mist slowly swirled together, forming a circle that looked remarkably like a picture frame.

Meanwhile, at some point, a monocle was found hanging on its right paw!

Al-Sukhod looked in horror at the reflection in the lake, where the dragon in the reflection had a slight upturn at the corner of its mouth, as if it were smiling faintly at Him!

In a daze, he seemed to hear a voice gently ringing in his ear, a voice that seemed to come from the distant horizon, or perhaps it was surging from the depths of his own heart.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The voice was advising Him: "Danger... The place you are about to explore is extremely dangerous, run away."

That voice... was exactly the same as His own!

It's like the most genuine cry from the depths of one's heart!

In that instant, His figure gradually became illusory, an instinctive reaction from the depths of His heart, for He so desperately wanted to escape from Levishted!

However, just as He was about to disappear, a great power suddenly descended.

That is the power to "fool"!

That force tricked His destination, causing His figure to solidify in place and become unable to move!

Suddenly, an eight-legged demon wolf, as large as a small mountain, appeared around Him and surrounded Him tightly.

His dragon body, surrounded by the eight-legged demon wolves, looked like a helpless little chick.

Immobilized, Alsukhod suddenly saw twelve-segmented worms, enveloped in gray mist, being dissected from his body one by one.

The transparent worms were sucked into the gaping maw of the demon wolf.

Gray mist constantly gathered and dispersed on the demon wolf's body, and within the gray mist, the eight-legged demon wolf's form was faintly transforming into the form of a huge cloak-like tentacle.

But it was at this very moment.

The gray-white dragon's mental power enveloped the demon wolf's entire body, helping to stabilize the demon wolf's posture.

In a secluded corner of the Giants' Royal Court, a pale-faced girl wearing a monocle on her right eye wore a look of regret.

"It failed..."

Then, He turned around and looked at the figure that had appeared behind Him using spirit travel.

That was a woman who looked nine-tenths like Him, wearing a two-tone bishop's robe.

Helmani looked at Amon before her and sighed:

Why didn't you let your clone escape in time?

"The Lord says you have a chance to escape."

(End of this chapter)