Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

He was the focus of attention from all the clubs, but they were all gritting their teeth and dared not do anything because of the rule that "academic gatherings are above all else." Some of them had not even recovered from their own stunning good looks.

Tonight is another victory for the literary society!

Lyle snapped his fingers, and the flesh and blood creations he had prepared earlier connected and combined behind him, becoming a gigantic demonic flower that blotted out the sky.

The Dream Weaver, Team Building Version. To drag the entire literary club into a dream, the flower's main stem was exceptionally thick, its split buds enough to form a garden vertically to the ground. The demonic flower's shadow was enormous, with the blood moon casting a crimson glow behind it, projecting its shadow onto all members of the literary club like a mountain wall that could collapse at any moment.

One by one, flowers filled with thorns bloomed, and sap dripped from the edges of the petals, creating a sense of crisis among all members of the literary society, as if they were being watched by predators.

Isn't something wrong? Aren't the creations of the Plague Doctor a little too frightening?

The created monsters slowly came to life. The flower buds drooped, revealing sharp teeth and claws. The patterns inside the flowers became increasingly clear to the eyes of the literary club members, and their alarm bells escalated. The handsome men paled, and their flesh-and-blood disguises gave them feelings of pride and arrogance. At this moment, their fear was amplified infinitely.

"Medical doctor...sir! This...should we discuss this again...something just happened at home!"

The shameless artists have forgotten their past boasts, now only thinking of turning and running away. However, their bodies betray them; their beautiful appearances have become cages binding their free souls. Beneath the fallen shadows, the dazzling crown glitters, and Lyle Bouler's smile is radiant, yet somewhat broken.

"No, my friends, you've all been so good to me, I haven't repaid you yet."

Lyle bowed, his bent figure blending perfectly into the shadows.

Goodnight, Literature Club.

Darkness engulfed them.

The lich figures, disguised in flesh and blood, watched with twitching eyes as they gazed at the magnificent sight before them. The Dream Flower raised its head again, stretching its trunk to the moonlight. Each bud held a convulsing, inverted body, like a giant candlestick with over a hundred eerie, terrifying candles lit. The entire Literary Society, except for Mr. Darkness, was on it. Their spirits had been stripped away, their bones sealed within their bodies, and their souls poured into the script written by Lyle.

Lyle, standing on the podium with a bright smile, silenced the liches.

Law looked at the sky full of literature and muttered to himself, "The Executive Committee's gate... isn't even this magnificent. Have we... neglected our duties?"

"We need to reassess the danger level of the Plague Doctor..."

Before he finished speaking, Lyle invited another person to the podium. In the holy light as bright as the sun, Andre fell silent once more.

"Now, please allow me to introduce another participant in the dream-making experiment, Mr. Raymond, who will explore the dream world with the volunteers from the literary society, and they will weave a sweet dream."

The base of the Dream Flower cracked, revealing a cavity as tall as a person. Every branch of the Demon Flower connects to this cavity along the main vein, including the spirit that was extracted from the Literary Society.

Raymond nodded to Lyle, and even through the helmet, Lyle could feel the emotion in his eyes.

As expected, the Son of Holy Light loves him; the sandbags he chose are the ones he's most comfortable with.

Lyle smiled and said, "Please have a good dream, Mr. Raymond. I obtained a Spirit Imaging Stone from the professors of psychic studies, so the fantasy scenes in your dream will be broadcast live. Lord Raymond, I greatly admire your heroic demeanor of punishing evil and bringing glory to all things."

Raymond remained silent, leaving Lyle with his tall and imposing back as he entered the chamber of the demon flower, his golden flesh extending tentacles from his back to connect with the flower.

Before the chamber closed, Lyle saw a golden thumb.

The bonds of the pure are unbreakable.

I killed indiscriminately.

Chapter 694 Nightmare Incarnation

A gust of wind blew by, and a maple leaf fell from outside the window onto my windowsill. The leaf was a deep color, almost disappearing into the mottled red paint of the windowsill.

I am Jack Airong, an archaeologist living in Bargoda.

I have a happy family: my beautiful wife Rose, my ten-year-old son Durand, and a little dog named Charles.

A month ago, I conducted an archaeological expedition in Andújar, where a once-in-a-century massive earthquake had cleaved the historic city in two with an unfathomable chasm. While rescue workers ventured deep into the crevice to search for victims, they discovered an ancient ruin 800 meters underground in Andújar. Upon investigation, it turned out to be a temple dedicated to the sun, dating back a thousand years.

With the passion typical of archaeologists, I applied for an archaeological permit from my superior, Nitel Saipan. After a series of tedious official procedures, I became one of the first archaeologists to step into buried history.

Rose tried to persuade me to stay before I left home, because archaeology would take a long time and be very dangerous, and she was scared. Looking back now, I realize how heartless my refusal was, and I did indeed encounter danger underground and almost didn't make it back.

"Thanks to this..."

I clutched a golden cross in my hand. It was something I had brought from that underground temple. It had been enshrined in the center of the temple before. When the ground collapsed, I grabbed the cross in a panic. In an instant, a golden light protected me, and that's how I became the sole survivor of the expedition.

I secretly hid the cross because it was so magical, and it had two ancient inscriptions on it that I hadn't yet deciphered.

Leaning against the window, gazing at the gleaming surface of the cross, my mind raced through related texts, confirming that no religion would use such words or images. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I excitedly rushed into the study. Rose stood outside the study, carrying a tray, her expression somber. Duran silently followed her mother, ignoring Charles's barking.

I deciphered the inscription on the cross, which took me a lot of time and effort. Now it's late at night, and I look up at the clock.

It's twelve o'clock.

Suppressing my excitement, I rubbed my slightly dry eyes and, referring to the prepared reference cards, read the ancient sayings one by one.

"Whatever is given will be taken back."

With a snap, the cross shattered the instant I finished reading, bursting forth with blinding light. In a daze, I saw a figure clad in full dark gold armor leap out of the golden light, wielding a thunderous spear. The next instant, that scorching spear appeared against my chest.

Raymond roared, burning my world to ashes as he shouted.

"Die, you idiot."

……

A gust of wind blew by, and a maple leaf fell from outside the window onto my windowsill. The leaf was a deep color, almost disappearing into the mottled red paint of the windowsill.

I am Rose Airon, a housewife living in Bargoda.

I had a family, including my husband Jack, my ten-year-old son Durand, and a dog named Charles.

Why "in the past"? Because my husband, Jack, was an archaeologist who passed away a month ago in an archaeological accident in Andújar. When I heard the news, I felt mostly happy.

Because I didn't love him. At first, I did love this marriage and my Jack, but Jack loved archaeology more. The long-distance relationship gradually cooled my feelings, and Jack was indifferent to my changes; he didn't care at all. Gradually, I started to find him a bit of an eyesore.

I've fallen for Nitel Saipan, Jack's superior. He's a humorous and witty man, with the same scholarly air as Jack, but gentler. He's willing to spend a lot of time with me when Jack is away.

I was very satisfied with him and willing to accept his proposal. But I never wanted to end the marriage with Jack, yet it seemed like I had no control over the matter. An earthquake struck Andujar, beneath which lies an archaeological site. Everyone said it was dangerous, with the possibility of a secondary collapse at any moment, and I knew Jack would definitely go there.

Nitel secretly told me he had passed Jack's application for the assessment. I was a little scared, but mostly overjoyed with guilt. I begged him not to go, to exhaust the last of our marital bond. He refused, as coldly as ever.

Now, I smile as I watch the red leaves fall from the trees. In my hand, I hold the cross—Jack's keepsake, clutched tightly in his hand when his body was exhumed. I have no interest in such antiquities, but this time, I want to leave a lasting impression, even if it's just as a tribute to my failed marriage.

Tonight, Nitel will invite me to dinner, and I'll gladly accept. With the cross around my neck on a thin string, I begin to dress up for the evening before my vanity.

Duran stood outside the room, his eyes cold, holding Charles in his arms.

I got into Nitel's car, and in a motherly tone, ordered Duran to go to bed early, and left the house where the maple trees were planted.

Niter kept praising my outfit, and I was delighted—a feeling I'd never experienced before. My cross necklace sparkled, and Niter looked at it with some curiosity, noting that there were two lines of ancient text on the side. I didn't care about that, but I enjoyed Niter explaining its meaning to me.

"Anyone who rebels will be punished."

A golden light blinded me. Our car reached an intersection. Nitel was preoccupied with my neck and didn't pay attention to the road. A large truck ran us over in the light.

I saw Raymond sitting in the driver's seat, shouting.

"Reckless driving will bring tears to your loved ones' eyes."

……

A gust of wind blew by, and a maple leaf fell onto the windowsill. The leaf was a deep color, and I caught it in my hand.

I am Durand Airong, and I am ten years old.

My father, Jack Airon, died in an archaeological accident. My mother, Rose, is leaving home tonight. Tonight, I'll only have Charles, a little dog, for company.

I am actually an adopted child.

My mother, Rose, was infertile due to health reasons. My father, Jack, comforted her, saying he didn't care, and adopted me to show his support. Jack was a diligent archaeologist. Because of Rose's low self-esteem, he respected her wishes and reduced their intimate time, focusing more on his work and caring for me. It was around this time that Charles was bought.

Rose always locked herself in her room, getting ready. She didn't care about me, but in front of Jack, she would pretend to be a good mother. I think she actually hated me, felt that I took away Jack's love, and even felt that my existence was an insult to her. Jack wasn't always home because of work, and whenever Jack went on an archaeological trip, Rose would leave home every night and not come back.

Without Charles, I would be much lonelier than I am now.

I loved Jack, but he died. And his death seems to be related to Rose. Rose's lover, named Nitel, was Jack's superior, and I'm pretty sure I overheard his plans for Jack during one of their conversations.

Rose was happy that my loving father was dead. She no longer had to pretend to love me, and I was also quite certain that I would return to that cold orphanage.

I squatted in the room, feeling a chill in my heart.

Rose had already left. I took the gold cross out of the trash can; it was Jack's keepsake, and she loathed it.

I heard that this was a sacrificial item from an ancient civilization.

When I was in the orphanage, the nun taught us how to pray. Under the discipline of the whip, my movements were extremely precise.

"Jack, you'll forgive me, won't you?"

I closed my eyes and prayed earnestly.

"God, please kill Rose and avenge Jack."

A beam of light engulfed me; I foresaw Rose's car accident. I felt warmth and gradually drifted off to sleep.

In my dream, an angel slowly descended.

"All evil thoughts will be eradicated."

Raymond punched me on the head and yelled.

"The brat is climbing."

……

The wind blew, and the red leaves fell; I watched coldly.

My name is Charles, and I am a dog.

This house once housed Jack Airon, Rose Airon, Duran Airon, and me.

They were all dead except for me.

I did it.

Actually, I am an alien species called Kakabala; the dog is just my disguise.

Earthlings are my food.

I have a natural enemy: the giants of light, the cosmic police. They travel to various places to carry out justice, and to avoid attracting their attention, I always disguise the deaths of those I eat as natural ones.

This is very troublesome, but the Kakabala aliens are a hundred times smarter than Earthlings, so I indiscriminately slaughter Earth's natives.

I've had my eye on the Airang family for a long time. That maple tree is an anchor point that we Kakabala aliens planted on Earth. It gathers intelligence on nearby Earthlings, and those who look at it for a long time will become eccentric and isolated.

I forged Rose's infertility report and watched coldly as the family fell apart.

That's right, I also have another identity: Nitel Saipan, Jack's superior and Rose's lover.