"What nonsense are you talking about."
Phoris didn't believe Loren's words, or perhaps she didn't dare to believe them.
"I've made it very clear. Your true body is currently in the Forest of Dreams, hanging from a tree like a piece of fruit. The 'you' here is just a projection from the dream. The God of Dreams has reversed your reality and your dreams.
"Of course, you could also just keep living like this. The only difference is whether you die asleep or awake."
Having spoken to this extent was already an act of imnse grace from Loren.
Even if he destroyed the Dream Leaf serving as the respawn anchor right now, as long as he didn't kill Phoris's true body, she would eventually resurrect again soday. That's why Loren bothered with these extra words instead of just killing her outright.
If by so chance Loren's words actually managed to wake Phoris up, given her personality, she would likely attack the God of Dreams directly. Though as an ordinary person, she couldn't possibly pose any real threat to a god, it would still lead to her true death, which was exactly what Loren wanted.
"Before we et again, I hope you carefully consider your experiences and whether they truly make sense."
While Phoris was still stunned, Loren stabbed his blade through her chest, his other hand pressing against the Dream Leaf.
The Dream Leaf was, after all, an object of an Orthodox God. Ordinary thods couldn't destroy it, and if a normal person touched the Dream Leaf, they would fall into eternal slumber, their dreams forever controlled by the God of Dreams.
But this effect was completely useless against Loren, who possessed the Observer's blessing. Ever since learning he could corrupt Outer Gods, Loren had never worried about this kind of ntal control, even from Orthodox Gods.
Even if he truly got hit by it, Loren had the Strength Card as a safety net.
The Dream Leaf existed in the cracks of reality. Neither physical attacks nor magic could destroy it, but Loren had plenty of thods.
Pluto's Mouth activated, and the Dream Leaf was swiftly devoured completely. Seeing this, Phoris's pupils contracted violently. She had also studied the Dream Leaf before, though at the ti she treated it as a save point. But she had also confird this thing was indestructible.
But now, an NPC had destroyed her save point. Phoris finally began to doubt, and in the next mont, Requiem sliced her in two.
Her body dissipated as usual, but this ti was different. Her respawn point had been destroyed by Loren. She could no longer resurrect, at least not here.
Objects like the Dream Leaf, carrying such strong divine aura, found it difficult to enter the territories of other gods. Loren estimated there should only be this one location within the God of Bountiful Harvest's territory. If there really were other places, Loren thought the Pope should just sacrifice himself to the God of Bountiful Harvest.
"This incident was resolved faster than I imagined..."
Loren's ability to quickly connect this to the God of Dreams was thanks to Cassian's reminder. Sotis Cassian was the most reliable god, but the vast majority of the ti, Cassian was the one causing trouble.
After all, even Loren couldn't figure out his logic. Perhaps today he thought a loving couple was nice, but tomorrow he'd think they should be buried, one at the South Pole and one at the North Pole.
"Let's go ho. The cake is still fine, it wasn't destroyed. You can keep eating it."
Loren casually placed his hand on Anna's head. When it ca to protecting her master, Anna was indeed number one.
She had the lowest morals among all the witches and wouldn't show a shred of rcy towards enemies.
...
"Is it resolved, Master ntor?"
Luna lifted her skirt slightly as she ran to Loren's side, asking.
"All resolved."
Loren's actions were swift, so fast that the Church people didn't even have ti to react.
"Call soone tomorrow to fix the windows and walls. Aside from those two places, nothing else was damaged. The queue can continue. It's just that Luna's other classmates ran off..."
They weren't very important anyway, just people Jessica called to help Luna hold the fort. But now that this had happened, Jessica's plans were completely disrupted.
However, Jessica also saw the interaction between Loren and Luna, which made her even more convinced that Luna was set.
What just happened didn't affect Luna's mood much. Instead, she felt the distance between her and Loren had grown closer.
The night passed peacefully. The Church was probably still utterly confused. Loren planned to explain the specific situation to the Church tomorrow. Let them stew in their anxiety today. They wouldn't disturb Loren's rest over this, even if it was important.
The remaining cake all went into Anna's stomach, leaving Jessica dumbfounded.
She was thinking if Luna did the cooking after marriage, Luna would probably be exhausted...
At night, at Luna's strong insistence, Jessica ca to stay with Luna. She urgently needed Jessica's next plan.
That night, Luna and Jessica stayed in Luna's room. Everyone except Naclis squeezed into Loren's bedroom. Loren felt having so many rooms in this villa seed rather pointless, since everyone ended up crowding into his room anyway.
...
When Loren woke up the next day, it was morning, and no one was beside him.
Loren glanced at his watch. It was 9 AM. Even if everyone else had left, Anna and Lilith shouldn't be up this early.
Moreover, Loren had woken up naturally. Whenever he woke naturally, it was at least noon. Also, the decoration and position of the light on the ceiling were different from before.
Within seconds, Loren detected all the anomalies and deduced the current situation.
"A Dreamwalker has co. I've been pulled into a dream..."
Dream intrusion ca in two types. One was a simple nightmare ford by one's own subconscious, like the ones Loren had before. These dreams were more intricate, making anomalies hard to detect.
The other was dreams created by Dreamwalkers. These dreams were completely controlled by the Dreamwalker, with scenes entirely fabricated by them, so there would be more oversights, though most people still found it hard to notice.
But Loren was no ordinary person.
"Seriously, there really is a Dreamwalker daring to enter my dream."
Loren opened the door and walked down the stairs. The patterns on the door were also different from reality. These details, difficult for ordinary people to notice, were glaringly obvious to Loren.
Ever since transmigrating, Loren's mory had beco absurdly good, and his eyesight rivaled a microscope. He rembered every detail of daily life. These anomalies couldn't possibly fool him.
Breakfast had already begun at the dining table, the atmosphere harmonious and joyful. Loren couldn't be bothered looking at these fake people at the table. He directly drew an inverted cross on his chest and silently recited the revered na of the Perpetual Observer.
The next mont, the surrounding scene shattered, turning into a blank white space. Imdiately after, a human figure appeared before Loren. The person was entirely pitch-black, a blurry mass. Only one eye, occupying half the face, was visible, giving a strong dreamcore aesthetic.
At this mont, that eye was also trembling, the whites filled with bloodshot veins, as if it had witnessed sothing utterly terrifying. And he couldn't even scream.
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