**Chapter Ten: Dream**
2015-12-27
**Author: 诸生浮屠**
A gentle evening breeze blew toward him.
When Soren opened his eyes, he saw everything he was very familiar with: simple houses, worn bedding, and a faint scent of decay lingering in the air.
The room was small.
There was barely any furniture; in the corner stood a simple stove, and the rice jar was empty, with only a few hard black bread loaves placed on the nearby cabinet. Soren slowly sat up, his expression somewhat strange, and after carefully surveying his surroundings, he pushed open the half-closed door.
The sunlight instantly stabbed at his eyes, and the sounds of bustling voices came from outside.
Amber City. The slums.
Everything was just as he remembered, the low rooftops connected together, with people occasionally passing by outside; further away, he could even hear the shouts of laborers transporting goods.
“Brother!?”
A clear, childish voice rang in his ears, and Soren turned to see the little Vivian.
Vivian was even smaller than he remembered.
She looked to be only four or five years old, dressed in old clothes adapted from adults’, her delicate little face smudged with dirt, and behind her followed a robust hunting dog that had a rabbit in its mouth.
In those years, Hess had not yet grown old, and it would occasionally go out and bring back some prey.
“Brother?”
“Are you not feeling well? Mom will be back soon! Let’s go prepare dinner…”
Vivian’s eyes seemed a bit timid, as if she sensed something strange about Soren today. She reached out her small hand to grasp Soren’s palm and anxiously said, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”
Soren remained silent.
Then he reached out and picked up the little girl, gently stroking her long hair.
At that moment, a commotion erupted outside, followed by a young woman running in with disheveled footsteps, shouting, “Not good! Not good!…”
“Soren! … Your mother… she…”
The plain-dressed woman glanced at little Vivian, and her words seemed to falter.
Soren silently watched her. Then slowly said, “Dead?”
Dead.
In a very calm tone.
The woman in front was momentarily taken aback by Soren’s calmness, as if she didn’t know what to say.
“Interesting!”
Soren looked up at the sky, then turned and walked toward the door.
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Bottomless Abyss, bl**d Pool.
Before him lay countless densely packed worms. Every day, a large number of souls from various levels of the multiverse would fall here. Some souls were carried deeper by the River of Underworld. Yet, many were still assimilated by the powers of the Bottomless Abyss, ultimately transforming into an Abyss Worm born in the bl**d Pool.
Cruelty was ubiquitous in this plane.
The newly born Abyss Worms had to adapt to killing; otherwise, they would become food for the other worms to grow.
Soren was the strongest one.
He was almost at the limit of an Abyss Worm, just one step away from evolving into a low-level demon. Not far from him was a gigantic Mother of Worms, slowly moving around the bl**d Pool, completely indifferent to the fighting of those worms. The newly born Abyss Worms had little intelligence, even though Soren was the most powerful among them. However, there were still some blind ones that came up to provoke him, and without a doubt, they were easily crushed by Soren.
“Interesting!”
Soren’s gaze grew cold as he slowly moved toward a certain place.
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Dream.
For the vast majority of intelligent beings, dreams are a very ordinary part of life.
Basically, intelligent beings dream, and even the undead are the same. Dreams are a marvelous world. Most beings do not know they are dreaming while they dream. This realization generally comes only when the dream deepens to a certain point or when they are about to wake up due to external interference.
Soren was also dreaming.
This was quite incredible!
As a deity, dragging him into a dream was nearly impossible. Moreover, making him unaware that he was dreaming while dreaming raised the difficulty significantly.
Had it not been for the appearance of the Demon Avatar, Soren might have stumbled here.
However, since the Demon Avatar also fell into the dream, the situation became very interesting.
Soren was now dreaming two dreams simultaneously.
One was Soren’s dream, set many years ago, in Amber City. The slums, right after his mother had died, when he took Vivian during their most helpless time.
The second dream was Soren’s, from half a year ago, shortly after Soren had just been born as an Abyss Worm, the weakest moment of the Demon Avatar.
An interesting point.
Both dreams occurred when Soren and Soren were at their weakest—back then, in Amber City, he was just a petty thief, not very old, taking care of a little sister and utterly helpless.
Soren was merely a strong Abyss Worm; any demon in the Bottomless Abyss could crush him.
Dreams are artificially created.
This is undoubtedly true; the other side used some power to awaken Soren’s memories and then drew him into the dream of his weakest childhood.
As far as Soren knew, very few beings in the entire multiverse could do this.
It seemed he had stumbled upon something interesting!
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The dream was changing.
Hidden within it was a lurking killing intent. Soren suddenly noticed that the guards’ gazes toward him became malicious, and the people around him seemed to suddenly fill with hostility. The worms near the bl**d Pool became agitated, as if they sensed Soren’s dangerousness, stopping their fighting and beginning to surge toward him. The roaming Mother of Worms halted her massive body and faintly started directing her gaze toward this tiny newborn.
Killing intent surged!
Just then, Soren suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, “Break for me!”
——”Slaughter [Domain]!”
——”Evil [Domain]!”
——”Shadows [Domain]!”
Ranges of domain power were activated, and instantly everything in front of him fell apart into pieces. Throughout the entire multiverse, the ability to drag deities into a dream was held by only one.
——”Dream [Domain]!”
Everything completely disappeared.
When Soren opened his eyes again, he saw an enormous worm, a twisted and mutated creature resembling a flesh cocoon, and beside him were the Eastern Dance Maiden – d*e and Master of Fist – Ti, though both of them were currently trapped in a dream, their faces reflecting expressions of encountering a nightmare.
“Offspring of the Dream Cocoon?”
“Unexpectedly, the insect race has even integrated the abilities of a Divine b*stard!”
Awakened from the dream, Soren felt a powerful mental force and the lingering presence of the [Dream] domain. Such domains are few and far between in the multiverse, but a certain Divine b*stard possesses this ability.
Even deities would find it hard to resist their power!
………………………. (To be continued ~^~)
