VIP Chapter 526: “The Beautiful Dream Shared with You”
Will blinked his eyes many, many times… and then confirmed it.
Treya was wearing the same dress as when they parted. But behind her, there were indeed wings that only “angels” possessed. Gigantic and beautiful angel wings, appearing to grow directly from her flesh, possessed very solid bodies, and they shed feathers.
“These… are these angel wings?”
Will, shocked, reached out and touched a feather with a faint trace of blood on it that blocked his vision. The fine, soft feather felt soft and comfortable, slippery, like a newly grown feather.
“But… why have you become… an angel, Treya? Isn’t this… Zero Demon City?”
“I wish I could answer this problem for you, but perhaps now is not the time…” Treya’s left wing opened, allowing Will to see Carver before him. Carver’s left arm had already been “removed,” and the traces suggested it was blown off, leaving no trace on the ground. It formed a kind of “symmetry” with Will; he didn’t have Will’s healing means, and viscous blood pooled on the ground.
“You actually… managed to return? Usurping the entire dungeon by changing the authority… Heh, very novel, the first time I’ve seen this…” Carver, however, showed no signs of stopping, his right hand still tightly gripping his axe.
Will felt that they had done the “same thing.” When faced with attacks that couldn’t be avoided or blocked, the only option was to incur the least “loss”—that is, his left hand, which had no weapon.
“That’s right, Treya, you still have one more battle to…”
“No, it’s not me. Will.”
“Eh?” Treya’s other wing opened, giving Will a full view. Within this complete view… he saw his own “back” bathed in white light. In his hand, he held the same staff as Will now held, but this staff was semi-transparent, like some kind of “projection.” Without a doubt… the one who had blasted off Carver’s right hand was him.
“…Myself?!” In Will’s left eye, the figure leaving him with his back was indeed “Will” himself. Wearing the same black suit as him, holding the same somewhat strange black and white staff, and as a gentle breeze blew past, his brown hair slowly drifted. However, this him exuded a faint golden light. And… an unparalleled presence just from his stance! He was very strong, this version of himself was very strong, probably much more powerful than his current self. Perhaps he was one of the strongest BOSSes in Zero Demon City… or even the entire dungeon. But… why was he appearing here in this state?
He was about to turn around when he heard footsteps approaching from behind his ear. The half-elf’s ice-cold fingers slowly slid down from the stump of his severed left arm. Treya’s feet, which had been hovering in the air, finally landed. Her black skirt trailed behind her, but she walked barefoot on the grass.
So, as Will turned his head, his gaze met Treya’s light blue eyes. That eye of hers was no longer purple; it had returned to a half-elf’s eye color, capable of seeing the “wounds” on others. Will felt… her left fingertips slowly sliding, and his body grew only a millimeter forward from her fingertips, just enough to feel the ticklish, teasing sensation of her touch. But besides the coldness of her fingertips, Will could also feel a certain “warm” power from her. Unlike Reviers’ healing and divinity, this power was not “neutral”; it was so “aggressive,” as if it wanted to make one sink into a beautiful dream and be unable to help but develop deep “faith” in her.
Her right hand held up his entire left arm, and from the shoulder stump to the fingertips, Treya healed it all. Then… at the end of his left hand, she naturally interlocked her fingers with Will’s.
“Of course, it wasn’t me who acted, Will. Because this isn’t ‘Zero Demon City’…”
“Mmm. I realized this today; you aren’t a demon now, but rather…” Treya interrupted his impending words with her wings. She deliberately covered Will’s left eye, which had become blurry due to the loss of his demonic power, leaving his right eye clear to see the front.
“Zeroth Heaven.” Treya said this with such determination, facing Carver. Though she was merely standing by his side, she felt like a solid support, capable of giving Will limitless strength. “This ‘pure land’ that I rule.”
“Zer… Zeroth Heaven? That’s really a good name.” Hearing this name, Will likely understood what Treya had done and what her newfound ability represented. “Here, it is the true heaven where desires, beautiful dreams, and fantasies are realized, and everyone’s efforts are rewarded.” Will understood. Although this was merely a scene Treya had created in a place like a dungeon, perhaps “fictional” to the world, it was indeed…
“—It’s what I want to share with you, the end of my greed, a world I want to reach together with you.” Treya’s cold fingertips slid from the top of his earlobe to his earlobe. Will felt something heavy hanging from his ear. It was the white magnet earring he had given back to Treya at the time. Because it was magnetic, it wasn’t heavy, but with Treya, who had now grown white wings, returning it to him… it felt like a beautiful dream hung by his ear. A perfectly fitting weight that could remain in his heart.
“Pfft…” Carver, supporting himself on his half-severed arm, stood up. His hair was matted with blood, rain, and mud. He looked up at the “Will” before him. “Is your touching reunion finally over?” Actually, Carver had lost the battle by this point. Treya, who had overthrown the authority of Zero Demon City, was invincible, and Treya being able to come here to face him meant that the team Carver had dispatched had been completely annihilated. Although he didn’t know the authority of Zeroth Heaven, the Treya who had regained her authority had also expanded this dungeon to a total of 330 floors. This meant that Carver could no longer conquer Zeroth Heaven by clearing the originally exposed 230 floors. Of course, the most important thing was—
“…” Standing before him, that Will. He didn’t speak, he didn’t even breathe, radiating the white light of an angel. His stance was not that of a human; he was expressionless, especially solemn. Will’s right eye was fixed on this reflection of himself. He could feel… Although he had lost his previous demonic power, he could now easily control this “extremely powerful” puppet. With the white earring on his right ear, he could, it seemed, perform this… —A dream where his physical body was terrifyingly strong.
