Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The physical pain is already unbearable, but the mental anguish is even more heart-wrenching.

The dying mage abandoned his composure, his golden hair stained with blood, and he roared hysterically.

"Why! Why us!"

"We've been through so much! We've sacrificed so much! We've given up so much! In the end, we've lost everything!"

The mermaid's words were choked with sobs and choked with emotion, "My brothers, we need to accept our defeat. We need to accept the facts. Our clan is still waiting for us. The Dragon's Kin has not fallen. We must preserve our hope."

"What hope is there! The dragon is finished! All of it! All of it! My efforts and Morokui's efforts have become a joke! All the sacrifices were meaningless!"

"Then you should do what you're supposed to do, Blue Dragon Priest! Merfolk and elves inhabit the edge of the world, and dwarves live underground. Only your mage clan and the ancient humans of the Black Dragon Priest need to be prepared."

"Faced with the impact of the times, the impact of the Holy Light."

Having said that, the White Dragon Priest left the altar and disappeared behind the rift.

One by one, the dragon priests departed, leaving behind all their expectations for the future, departing with disappointment and desolation.

The scholar remained rooted to the spot, feeling his body grow increasingly thin. He watched as the black dragon priest slowly rose to his feet.

"We failed just like that, and we have nothing left."

“We still have each other. We still have the will that the dragons inherited from us. Their names, their souls.”

The black dragon priest stroked his heart.

"The Soul of the Dragon".

“I thought you felt the same way I did after I lost my guide, the dragon Morokui. I thought we shared the same responsibility, Kar…”

The black dragon priest interrupted the scholar.

"It's the same, my brother. It's because of the sins we bear that we must preserve ourselves. We are the remnants of the dragon, and we must exist."

"From now on, call me Omhead. I am the living soul of the black dragon, and I am an unparalleled force."

“I understand, Brother Omhead.”

"Discard the names of humans, preserve the will of the dragons."

“I am Moroki.”

The scholar's memory is frozen here.

Behind Lyle, who was looking on in shock, the scholar patted him on the head.

"Now that you've finished reading, can we start the experiment?"

Lyle looked at the scholar with a shocked expression.

"Teacher, Moroko is..."

"It is the name of the dragon I inherited."

“Every dragon priest made the corresponding choice, forgetting their own name and inheriting the will of the dragon.”

"This is the soul of the dragon."

"Our bond with the dragons."

Chapter 308 Tasting the Flavor

Irason waved to the two of them. In a dark corner, she had already created a wooden table with flowers growing on it, with three moss-covered tree stump chairs beside it.

Although the damp moss didn't seem like the right thing to do with the fabric, Lyle did it anyway at Irason's suggestion.

The hard, cracked growth rings didn't gnaw at the leather on the rump like hungry birds; the touch was more like cotton, soft and warm. It was a novel sensation that was absolutely unimaginable, a difference that would never exist in reality. Basic rules had been ignored and discarded in an annoying corner.

Yes, this is a dream.

Greenish-blue light shimmered on Irason's body, and tender shoots climbed up her finger bones. Just as Lyle was stunned, the dragon lich, now only bones, transformed into a smiling elven girl.

She looked at Lyle with pride, like a warm hostess.

That childlike, innocent smile seemed to be telling a silent story.

Welcome to the dream world.

Feeling awkward in front of a pretty stranger, Lyle instinctively took off his hat.

"Hello, Ms. Irason."

Before the elf could make a move, the scholar interrupted her.

“Lyle, what you are facing is just an illusion. In reality, Irason is still that lich without a single piece of flesh on his body. As a spellcaster, you must learn to see through the illusion and grasp the truth.”

The interrupted elf puffed up his cheeks like steamed buns, looking at his disappointed brother. What was about to happen was probably the first time in a hundred years that he had heard praise from a foreign race.

“It’s incredible that my brother Moroki has descendants.”

Despite his sisters' mockery, the scholar managed to maintain a rare touch of humor.

"Yes, I think the main reason is that my wife is not a troublesome woman."

Ignoring the green dragon priest's menacing gestures, the scholar looked at Lyle.

“Maintain the demeanor of an elder in front of my students, my sister, you still have important things to do.”

But will the dream sprite, the mischievous child, and the elder Ira Songen be the one who suffers?

“Alright, Lyle, let’s begin your training.” With a loud snap of his fingers, Lyle almost burst out laughing.

The scholar, wearing a mask and sitting upright to one side, suddenly found his robes bursting with a riot of colors—red, yellow, and more. Light pink lace ribbons intertwined above his head, and a huge bow was tied to the top of his staff.

Although all of this shattered instantly under the scholar's magical manipulation.

“Irason, stop doing such childish things.”

Completely ignoring the scholar's words, the green dragon priestess, knowing when to stop, began her lesson.

"You need to create the psychological emotions that arise from tasting food, and the reaction mechanism that follows the different perceptions of taste, which we might call the taste system. So, you have to create a taste system, which is a difficult process from scratch."

Fortunately, the taste system already exists.

Irason extended a finger and touched Lyle's bird-beak mask. The mask vanished like quicksand, revealing his face. A green-skinned fruit the size of a pigeon's egg appeared in the elf's hand.

"Humans inherently possess the ability to perceive taste. This is the Moon Fruit from my memory, a food belonging to the Dream Elves. Eat it, Lyle."

Beneath the thin peel lies juicy, sweet flesh, carrying the sweetness of peach and the refreshing scent of mint. Just as Lyle was chewing, Irason reached out and touched the Immersive Stone.

Above Lyle's head, a wisp of white mist drifted out from his hair and landed in front of the three of them.

Through the smoke, Lyle saw a blurry version of himself with a faint smile.

"This is?"

"Your taste feedback. About moonfruit."

Irason pressed the puff of smoke against Lyle's face, and even without chewing the food again, Lyle miraculously experienced the taste of moonfruit and the pleasure of tasting sweets.

"This is what you need to do: taste all sorts of flavors in your dreams, generate similar emotional responses, and then combine them to construct the lich's taste system."

In other words, all you need to do is eat!

The solution that had been racking Lyle's brains was solved just like that, and the joy of having no obstacles ahead outweighed the sweetness that lingered on his tongue.

"Let's have a big meal, Nia!"

"Great!"

Nia and Lyle immediately began their gluttonous feast, savoring the food that was constantly being constructed from dreams.

Irason imagined various light fruits and vegetables, the scholar's lavish feast, and Lyle's memories of various desserts. Sweet wisps of smoke rose in the air, each carrying a happy smile from Nia and Lyle.

What a beautiful dream, I wish I would never wake up.

Lyle picked up another food item and put it in his mouth.

vomit!

The bitter taste almost made Lyle stick out his tongue, and a pale wisp of smoke drifted from his head, revealing an expression that made Lyle look like he only had half a life left.

"what happened?"

Lyle stared wide-eyed at the green dragon priestess with a strange laugh, and at the obviously unappetizing fruit in her hand.

The scholar's voice sent a chilling wind through his bones.

"Of course, there are more flavors in this world than just sweet. Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty are all flavors that you need to taste."

"Lyle, you've been eating too many sweets."

"It's time to learn a lesson."

Beside the scholars and elves, the suspended dark matter resembled the fangs of a demon.

For Andre's sake, I, Lyle, must taste all the flavors of life? I'm going to suffer.

Lyle took a deep breath and encouraged himself.

“This is necessary for the research, Lyle. You need to endure hardship.”

"Come on, teacher, I'm ready!"

The scholar nodded, and he stretched out his finger. A mass of dark matter, as deep as an abyss, gathered in his hand. Looking at that monstrous thing, Lyle felt as if he were seeing his own screaming self.

"Of course I feel sorry for my student, so it's better to end it now than to suffer for a long time, Lyle. This is a food... substance that I created by combining 173 kinds of bitterness. Eat it, and you'll be more than halfway done."

Lyle's eyes widened as he stared at the thing that seemed to distort even space and time.

"Teacher, is this... only considered a little over half?"

“Yes,” the scholar summoned another mass of dark matter, no less than it, with his other hand. “This is the rest. Once you finish these two pieces, the lich’s basic sense of taste will be satisfied.”

"Then why not combine the two into one?"

The scholar's mask reflected a cold light.

"Excessive blending will make it impossible to distinguish the flavors."

"Furthermore, in my calculations, if you eat them together, your brain will break down, leading to loss of taste. That's probably the limit you can tolerate. It's unwise to cause permanent damage to yourself for a single experiment."

Is this a potent venom? No, potent venom cannot do these things.