I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

After the battle, the area around the Night's Watch base was in complete disarray.

There were signs of damage everywhere, mixed with bloodstains that had not yet been cleaned up.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the lingering scent of evaporated holy water.

The watchmen bustled about, carrying stretchers to treat the wounded, some taking stock of the lost supplies, and others reinforcing the damaged defenses.

Lu Yuan leaned against the wall of the corridor and closed his eyes to rest.

The continuous battles and the drain on his sanity left him exhausted, and his temples were still throbbing slightly.

In the corner of the field of vision, gray and white text floats silently:

[Rationality: 37/71]

The effect of the basic holy water has decreased; the third infusion only restored two points, so I probably won't be able to do much for the next couple of days.

"Lu Yuan".

A hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts.

Lu Yuan opened his eyes and saw old Morgan standing in front of him.

The old man had changed into a clean, dark coat, and his hair was neatly combed, making him look much more energetic.

But the weariness and seriousness in his eyes were unmistakable; it was clear that a considerable price had been paid to bring old Morgan back quickly.

"Come with me."

Old Morgan didn't say much, just gestured for Lu Yuan to follow, then turned and walked deeper into the corridor.

Lu Yuan followed.

The two arrived at a relatively intact small room.

Old Morgan closed the door, took out a pen and a thick notebook from his pocket, and sat down at the table.

"I'm going to the inner city to see the Viscount immediately." Old Morgan looked at Lu Yuan with sharp eyes. "All the major powers will be there; this is an emergency meeting."

"Before that, I need you to tell me the details of the strange dream again."

He opened his notebook, pen tip hovering over the paper: "The more detailed the better. I need to take notes. This isn't just for reference; it might even solve your problem with the strange dreams."

Lu Yuan nodded and began to describe.

He started from the very beginning—

That pitch-black sea was adorned with a bright white moon, amidst the broken ruins and worn-out formations on the beach.

The deep cave entrance in the middle of the island, and the simple houses nearby.

Finally, there's the Iron Whale stranded on the edge of the beach, the mysteriously appearing deep-sea cultists, and the indescribable things that were summoned.

Morgan's pen flew across the paper, recording all this information.

"Wait, you can actually move in the alternate dream?" Old Morgan frowned, because this was completely different from the previous information.

The members who were previously infected with the alternate dream could sometimes see some different things, but they were all passively receiving them. So far, there has not been anyone like Lu Yuan who can run around freely in the alternate dream.

At the time, the prejudiced old Morgan believed that Lu Yuan had inadvertently witnessed those things.

"It seems that the secrets hidden in the strange dreams are much deeper than what is recorded."

Morgan muttered to himself.

"And another thing," Lu Yuan's voice was tinged with weariness, "one of my patients, Lawson, is also a Dream Infected."

Old Morgan paused, then looked up at him.

Lu Yuan continued:

"But he's different from me. In the dream, he not only ascended to the extraordinary, but also seemed to have become a priest."

"Before he left, he told me that the people on the Iron Whale would become 'nourishment,' and that those 'kindred spirits' would be making big moves in the near future."

"He also said..." Lu Yuan paused for a moment, "Grim Port might not last much longer."

Morgan's pen paused in mid-air.

"Is the information reliable? Are you sure he ascended to the extraordinary realm within a dream?"

"He had almost no reason to lie. I'm sure he embarked on the path to transcendence. Ink was there too."

A brief silence fell over the room.

A moment later, old Morgan closed the notebook, his expression even more solemn than before.

"This intelligence is very important." He stood up, put away his notebook, and said, "It should be useful in the meeting."

"You should rest first." Old Morgan patted Lu Yuan on the shoulder. "And don't push yourself too hard, or you might exhaust your sanity! You can't afford the consequences right now."

Old Morgan lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Lu Yuan remained seated without answering, for he knew what old Morgan was talking about.

However, old Morgan spoke too late, because his rationality had already been somewhat exhausted, but fortunately it wasn't serious.

Old Morgan walked to the door, placed his hand on the doorknob, and glanced back at Lu Yuan:

"Wait until I get back, then we'll discuss the next steps."

Lu Yuan nodded: "Mm."

Then old Morgan pushed open the door and left.

A strong wind blew in from the end of the corridor, making his coat flutter loudly, and his figure quickly disappeared around the dim corner.

Lu Yuan gazed in that direction, a vague premonition rising within him...

After old Morgan left, Lu Yuan went to see Mina and Brent. They were in good condition and had eaten quite a bit in the safe house.

After giving a brief explanation, Lu Yuan went to a temporary rest room.

This was a small storage room, which he temporarily cleared out for him to rest in.

Lu Yuan sat down in the chair, gently rubbing his temples with both hands, and took a deep breath, trying to relax as much as possible.

"Feed".

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Lu Yuan looked up and saw ink floating out of the notebook in his arms.

The tiny figure formed from ink landed on his shoulder, its dark, beady eyes staring at him with a much more serious expression than usual.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yuan asked, looking at Mo Shui's serious expression.

The ink remained silent for a few seconds.

She unusually refrained from complaining, and simply said:

"If J.P. Morgan really does reach an agreement with them at the meeting, you will most likely have to go overseas to investigate."

"If you're going, I'll go with you."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan decisively shook his head: "No."

"You were too exhausted before and haven't recovered yet. If you go up with me this time, you will definitely have to participate in the battle, and you may die then."

"And..." Lu Yuan looked at the ink, "Your host is Mina. She can't leave you, and I can't let her be in danger."

"Even if I asked to bring Mina along, old Morgan wouldn't agree."

Mina was, after all, just an ordinary little girl.

She couldn't withstand the storms at sea, let alone the strange occurrences and battles she might encounter.

Ink opened its mouth as if to refute something, but in the end it said nothing.

She knew Lu Yuan was right.

Silence spread between the two.

After a long silence, the ink finally spoke in a muffled voice:

"...Then be careful."

The sound of ink was very soft, carrying a hint of barely perceptible worry.

Lu Yuan nodded: "Mm."

Ink seemed a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere. Without saying anything more, it flashed and disappeared back into the notebook.

Lu Yuan sat alone in the dimly lit room, knowing full well that he had to go on this voyage.

Because of that strange dream last night, my experience points only increased by one point, which is unusual, but my sanity cap decreased by four points!

If this happens a few more times, I'm afraid I won't be able to last more than a few nights.