Chapter 1168: Serial Nightmares

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

A large number of memory fragments from Meng Chao’s previous life mixed in with the ancient runes and flooded the depths of the Ancient Dream Saintess’ brain.

At the bottom of the Ancient Dream Saintess’ memory database, her childhood memories that were vaguely covered in a bloody glow and were so clear that they were unreal had also undergone astonishing changes.

In her original memories, the Ancient Dream Saintess’ childhood “revelations” after the Big-horned Rat God’s arrival only included the tens of thousands of rat people after the Great Horn Army won a great victory. It was like a fairytale ending.

Now, however, as the fairytale-like scenes unfolded in the ancient Dream Saintess’ childhood memories, other scenes that were darker, crueler, and more real fell from the sky and smashed the “fairytale” into pieces.

The two completely different “Futures”appeared in front of the ancient Dream Saintess at the same time.

Her consciousness was in a state of childhood. She was at a loss and didn’t know what to do.

Meng Chao could clearly sense that the ancient Dream Saintess’brain was trembling violently.

She seemed to be frightened by the cruel future that Meng Chao had presented. Every brain cell was trembling

Her brain was originally a calm brain.

However, at this moment, it was filled with raging waves and huge vortexes.

The brain waves that shot out from the depths of the brain region were beyond their limits. They were like bolts of lightning that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

Even in the depths of the dream, the holy and benevolent statue of the skeleton rat god that seemed to be supporting the entire world even though it was clearly skinny began to tremble violently.

Crisscrossing cracks appeared on the surface of the crystal-clear bones, as if it was a symbol of the ancient Dream Saintess’faith that was about to collapse.

“That’s right. Quickly wake up from your damned superstitions and blind beliefs. Think about it. Think about it seriously. Think about all the contradictions and illogicalities in the lies that the Rat God told you. Suspect from the flaws and discover the truth from the suspicions!”

Meng Chao’s heart was burning with anxiety.

His subconscious wished that he could grow two big hands and grab the shoulders of the ancient Dream Saintess in the dream. He shook her crazily, making her realize that the so-called ‘memories’were not necessarily reliable.

The ancient Dream Saintess in the dream started to think.

The tender face of a four or five-year-old girl gradually became stiff, like a stiff mask.

Under the burning of the apocalyptic flames, the mask was torn into pieces, revealing the real face of the ancient Dream Saintess who had grown up.

The eyes with two pupils were like two bottomless black pools, gazing at the changes of the light and shadow above the dream, sucking the details of the two different futures into the depths of her heart, it was as if they were carefully comparing and discriminating, trying to find the line between truth and lies.

Meng Chao didn’t even dare to release a wisp of restlessness in his brain.

He was afraid of disturbing the ancient Dream Saintess’thoughts.

Soon, the childishness on the ancient Dream Saintess’face faded away.

Her eyebrows were raised high, like two sharp blades unsheathed.

It was as if she had caught a flash of light above her brain.

Then, the ancient Dream Saintess made a move that shocked Meng Chao.

She turned her head slightly and stared in Meng Chao’s direction without blinking!

Being stared at by the eyes of four black holes, Meng Chao suddenly felt that he was drenched in sweat.

It was even more terrifying than being locked on by the Doomsday Beasts during the Monster War.

This, this was impossible!

Theoretically speaking, the ancient Dream Saintess was still dreaming.

And this was mainly from his childhood memories, where the plague village was the main scene. Meng Chao did not exist in this very private dream.

Meng Chao’s subconscious was above this dream.

It was like a player controlling and enjoying a computer game through a computer screen.

How could a character in the game discover his existence?

How could the ancient Dream Saintess, who was in the dream, penetrate the dream and lock onto his subconscious?

Meng Chao tried his best to control his brain, which was as dead and stiff as a zombie’s, not releasing even the slightest bit of brain waves.

In case this was just a coincidence, or if the ancient Dream Saintess had just sensed something strange and used this method to trick him into revealing himself.

However, the ancient Dream Saintess’spiritual power and her ability to manipulate dreams were much stronger than Meng Chao had imagined.

She had really ‘seen’through the dream and ‘saw’Meng Chao’s subconscious.

“Who are you?”

Her tone was half cold and half curious. “You actually broke into my dream and stuffed so many random things into my dream?”

“I –”

Meng Chao braced himself and was about to explain.

The ancient Dream Saintess had already made her move.

Her impatient face seemed to have been compressed into the words ‘reckless’.

If she had been familiar with Earth’s culture and history, she might have even added some ‘petty tricks that dare to sneak into my dream and show off in front of an expert’.

Meng Chao found that his subconscious was trapped.

Originally, his subconscious was like a shining water snake, flowing freely between his and the ancient Dream Saintess’brain regions along the flood of ancient runes.

Now, the flood had become a swamp, and the swamp had become rapidly solidified reinforced concrete.

His subconscious was like a bug embedded in amber, almost suffocated by the pressure.

He couldn’t escape back to his brain at will.

Instead, he was trapped in the depths of the ancient Dream Saintess’brain.

Then, the memory cells of the ancient Dream Saintess and the dazzling ‘balloon jellyfish’all crowded around him.

Countless synapses surged out of the surface of the ‘balloon jellyfish’. The synapses entangled with each other and connected together, forming an impenetrable net.

Then, they sprayed a large number of images from the memories of the ancient Dream Saintess toward Meng Chao.

The images were like iron walls, forming a brand-new dream.

Of course, it was not a dream of victory under the blessing of the Rat God.

It was also not a dream of Ye Zi and Meng Chao cultivating secret arts and improving their combat ability under the careful guidance of the ancient Dream Saintess.

It wasn’t even a dream of tens of thousands of horses galloping, fighting, and killing.

It was, no, a series of nightmares.

In a trance, Meng Chao seemed to have dozens of nightmares that were worse than death in a short moment.

In one of the nightmares, he became a “Garbage bug”– those who were thrown into the sewage pipes under the city at the age of three or five and had to be responsible for dredging the pipes and cleaning the garbage in the darkness for the rest of their lives, rat children, who often die before the age of 14 or 15, are often killed.

In his nightmares, he can clearly feel the stench of the corrosive sewage, which eats away at his skin like acid, while the snakes, insects, rats, and ants in the depths of the sewage devour his flesh and blood.

In another nightmare, he becomes an exhausted rat slave.

Because he had been helping his Master Forge Weapons Day and night, he had been squeezed into a skeleton that was still breathing.

One day, when he was out of energy, his legs became weak, and he fell into the burning coals.

Although his skinny body soon turned into white ashes under the burning of the coals.

But in the moment before his death, he did not feel much pain from the burning of his body. Instead, he felt indescribably happy — because compared to the pressure this body had been silently enduring, being burned by the flames.., it’s the least amount of torture.

In the third dream, Meng Chao felt that he had become a slave worker who could not stand it anymore, smashed the production tools, got half a day’s rest, but was caught by his master to make an example of others.

He was coated with a special kind of gum.

Then, like an empty pocket, as the master hung high to the top of the flagpole dozens of arms high, in the hot sun exposure.

In the noon sky, the flames poured down like a waterfall, pouring on his body, hardening and contracting the colloid. Like a piece of airtight leather, it wrapped every limb and even every muscle fiber around his body, he tried his best to squeeze in.

His internal organs, eyeballs, and brain matter were all squeezed out of his throat.

If the scorching sun continued to sear him, he would be able to die quickly.

However, just as the colloid pressed until his limbs were distorted and his bones were crushed, the sun set.

Thus, he, the slave rat worker who destroyed the tools of production, had to immerse himself in the pain that was worse than death. Under the watchful eyes of all the slave rat workers, he waited for the long night to pass, the Sun waiting for a new day, the kind death, rose again from the horizon!

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