Cain stared at Faith’s cocoon for several long seconds after stepping back.
The strange emotional warmth flowing from the cocoon still lingered around him, wrapping around his thoughts like invisible threads that refused to loosen. Even after separating his hand from the surface, traces of those mories remained in his mind.
Faith smiling at him.
Faith crying because of him.
Faith looking at him like he was the center of her entire existence.
"...Damn this blood pact..."
Cain muttered internally.
Because the deeper he looked into it, the more unsettling it beca.
At first, he thought it rely forced emotions.
Then he realized it strengthened attachnt.
Now—
It was affecting mories themselves.
Not fabricating them completely.
But twisting interpretation.
Amplifying emotional value.
Making every small interaction endlessly aningful.
And worst of all—
He could not properly interfere with it.
That fact alone disturbed him more than anything.
Cain slowly turned his gaze away from Faith’s cocoon.
Then—
Toward Cornelia’s.
Compared to Faith’s softer crimson cocoon, Cornelia’s emitted denser blood mana, thicker and more oppressive despite its elegant appearance. Dark red streams flowed across the surface constantly, forming patterns that resembled moving veins.
Cain frowned slightly.
"...Let’s see yours..."
Part of him genuinely hoped Cornelia’s mories would be different.
Less emotional.
Less absurd.
Maybe Faith was simply more attached than the others.
Maybe hers was an extre case.
Maybe—
Cain placed his hand on the cocoon.
Instantly—
The world changed again.
Darkness swallowed his surroundings before another scene slowly appeared around him.
"...Again..."
Cain looked forward.
And imdiately—
His face beca blank.
Cornelia.
Young Cornelia.
Standing quietly near a balcony while staring at him with a complicated expression.
The mory flowed naturally.
Cain approached her.
Spoke gently.
Covered her shoulders with his coat because she looked cold.
Cornelia lowered her head shyly.
And sohow—
The atmosphere instantly beca unbearably romantic again.
"...No..."
Cain already felt a headache forming.
The mory changed.
Another scene appeared.
Cornelia training alone until her hands bled.
Cain silently appearing behind her and handing her dicine.
Another.
Cornelia arguing with Ivira.
Cain siding with Cornelia.
Another.
Cornelia secretly crying after failing sothing.
Cain comforting her patiently.
Another.
Cornelia smiling softly after Cain praised her hair once.
Another.
Cain helping her sleep when she had nightmares.
Another.
Cain promising he would always stand beside her.
"...Bullshit."
Cain imdiately denied it internally.
"...I absolutely never said that."
But the mory remained firm.
Stable.
Emotionally overwhelming.
And unlike Faith’s mories, Cornelia’s were calr.
More mature.
Less openly obsessive.
Yet sohow—
Far deeper.
Every interaction carried emotional weight that felt painfully sincere.
Cornelia’s perspective of him was not explosive devotion like Faith’s.
It was sothing quieter.
Steadier.
A gradual accumulation of trust, comfort, dependence, and affection that had rooted itself deeply into her heart over ti.
And because of that—
The mories felt even more dangerous.
Faith’s love burned loudly.
Cornelia’s—
Buried itself deeply.
"...This is even worse..."
Cain stared blankly as another mory unfolded.
Cornelia sitting beside him silently for hours without speaking while simply enjoying his presence.
Another.
Cain defending her against criticism.
Another.
Cornelia falling asleep while leaning on him.
Another.
Cain gently fixing her curly brown hair while smiling softly.
"...I only moved her hair away because it was covering her face..."
Yet inside the mory—
It felt intimate beyond reason.
Like a sacred mont between lovers.
Cain imdiately understood.
Cornelia’s dream—
Was the sa.
No.
Even stronger.
Because unlike Faith’s emotional explosions, Cornelia’s mories flowed smoothly and naturally, making every interaction seem believable, aningful, and deeply romantic without appearing exaggerated at first glance.
The blood pact had built an entire emotional foundation inside her mind.
And Cain was standing at the center of it.
"...No wonder..."
He finally understood why Cornelia looked at him the way she did.
To her—
Cain had always been there.
Always protecting.
Always caring.
Always understanding her better than anyone else.
Even ordinary monts beca precious mories that strengthened her attachnt endlessly.
"...This damned thing..."
Cain imdiately acted.
This ti, he moved faster.
More carefully.
Using his experience as an Overgod, Cain reached toward the mory structure itself rather than the emotional scenes alone.
If simply reducing emotions failed earlier—
Then he would alter the dream’s frawork directly.
His consciousness spread through the mory space.
He examined the structure.
The connections.
The emotional anchors.
The repeating patterns tied to affection.
"...Found it..."
Cain narrowed his eyes.
There.
The mories linked together through the blood pact itself like countless threads woven into a massive emotional network.
He imdiately tried cutting one.
The mory trembled.
For a mont—
Success.
The emotional intensity weakened.
Cornelia’s expression softened into sothing more ordinary.
The warmth faded slightly.
Cain almost smiled.
"...Finally."
Then—
The blood pact reacted.
The entire dream space pulsed violently.
Red light surged through the mories like flowing blood.
And instantly—
Everything returned stronger than before.
No—
Not returned.
Evolved.
The weakened mory suddenly transford further.
Now the scene beca even more emotionally devastating.
Cornelia staring at Cain with trembling eyes while silently realizing he was the only person who truly understood her loneliness.
"...What the hell?!"
Cain imdiately tried another approach.
This ti, he rewrote details directly.
Reducing interactions.
Removing emotional context.
Changing scenes entirely.
But every single attempt—
Failed.
The dream corrected itself instantly.
And each correction sohow made the emotional attachnt even stronger afterward.
Cain altered a mory where he sat beside Cornelia during training.
The dream transford it into him staying beside her for an entire night encouraging her gently until sunrise.
Cain erased one mory completely.
The dream replaced it with three even more emotionally intense ones connected together naturally.
"...Impossible..."
Cain’s expression slowly beca serious.
Because this was no longer simple emotional manipulation.
This thing—
Was resisting him.
Actively.
And not weakly either.
The blood pact was protecting itself with terrifying efficiency.
"...Again."
Cain focused harder.
This ti, he stopped holding back ntally.
His Overgod consciousness spread deeper into the dream itself, overwhelming the mory space with imnse control that should have allowed him to dominate everything within it.
After all—
He was an Overgod.
A being who once manipulated realities, rewrote laws, destroyed worlds, and rebuilt existences according to his will.
Altering dreams should have been trivial.
Absolutely trivial.
Yet—
The mont he tried to impose force—
The dream reacted violently.
The blood-red space around him trembled.
Countless mories ignited simultaneously.
And then—
The emotional bond between him and Cornelia exploded outward.
Cain froze slightly.
Because he could feel it directly now.
Love.
Trust.
Dependence.
Affection.
Devotion.
Everything Cornelia felt toward him surged through the dream space endlessly like an ocean crashing against his consciousness.
And every ti Cain tried altering sothing—
That ocean pushed back harder.
"...No..."
He imdiately increased his control.
His Overgod authority descended harder upon the dream.
The entire mory space shook violently.
Scenes distorted.
Fragnts broke apart.
For a brief mont—
The dream destabilized.
Cain narrowed his eyes imdiately.
"...I can still force it..."
Then—
The blood pact surged again.
A terrifying warmth erupted throughout the dream.
Not destructive.
Not violent.
But absolute.
And suddenly—
The fragnted mories reassembled themselves instantly.
Perfectly.
More stable than before.
More emotional than before.
More deeply connected than before.
Cornelia’s smiling face appeared again.
This ti looking at him with such overwhelming warmth that even Cain felt ntally assaulted by it.
"...Why..."
Cain genuinely could not understand anymore.
He tried again.
And again.
And again.
Every thod.
Every angle.
Every manipulation.
Nothing worked.
The dream either corrected itself imdiately or transford his changes into sothing even more emotionally powerful afterward.
His expression slowly stiffened.
Because this—
Should not be possible.
Not against him.
Not inside a dream.
Not against an Overgod.
Yet no matter how much control he exerted—
The blood pact remained stronger within this space.
Not stronger in raw power.
But stronger in authority.
The dream belonged to the blood pact.
And inside it—
Even he could not dominate completely.
Cain finally stopped.
The mories continued flowing around him peacefully.
Cornelia smiling softly at him.
Cornelia trusting him endlessly.
Cornelia looking at him like he was her entire emotional support.
And Cain—
Could not alter any of it.
Not even slightly anymore.
Silence filled the dream space.
Long.
Heavy.
Disbelieving.
Then slowly—
Cain stared at the mories blankly.
"...I..."
For the first ti in a long while—
He felt genuine disbelief.
"...I can’t alter it..."
The realization struck him harder than expected.
Because this was Cornelia’s dream.
A dream built around him.
Strengthened by the blood pact.
And even as an Overgod—
He could not change it.
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