Chapter 220 – Someone Else’s Dream
“I didn’t expect there to be people willing to patrol at night,” Jayad sighed. He could also sense many Demons and Monsters active at night, many of their auras made him too afraid to move.
Even in this situation, seeing human patrols, even if they wouldn’t treat us as teammates, still made one feel a bit relieved.
“Tch, you think they want to? They’re just doing it for money to make a living. The City Lord pays the night patrol enough, that generous reward attracts brave souls,” Veia said disdainfully.
“Few of them are professional Demon Hunters, and they even lack professional Demon Hunter weapons. People often go missing mysteriously, and sometimes an entire squad just disappears.”
“But even so, many people are willing to risk coming out for money. Even if their family dies, they can get a pension. If they don’t die, they profit.”
I looked at them with some sympathy. They were all people who risked their lives to make a living. The money the City Lord paid the Night Watch might be a drop in the bucket for him, but for them, it might be more than they’d earn in a lifetime, especially after seeing the extravagance at the Trade Fair last night.
“What are professional Demon Hunter weapons?” I asked quietly.
“Ah, they’re the kind I hate the most: Silver Swords, Holy Water, and Silver Bullets,” Veia said with a look of loathing.
I remembered the shot the Detective fired when he saved me that day. It flashed with silver light. Was that a silver bullet?
But it didn’t seem quite right. After it hit the Alien Parasite, I seemed to see a silver liquid in the ejected fluid.
I couldn’t figure it out. I’ll ask about it another day.
“Alright, the Night Watch has passed. Let’s hurry. We’re home,” Veia said.
Upon arriving home, Jayad knocked on the door, nearing the end. My consciousness grew heavier. I only heard the Landlady’s impatient yet hesitant complaint: “Honestly, can you two not come back so late? Why not just come back tomorrow morning…”
Before she even finished speaking, I couldn’t hold on any longer. Just now, I was completely on edge because I was in a dangerous environment; it was too dangerous. As soon as I returned to the safety of home, I relaxed and sank into dreamland.
In my dream, I seemed to see an irate man. He appeared to be in a small Laboratory, smashing beakers and flasks, shouting angrily, “Damn it! I’m about to get results, why don’t they believe me!”
With a crash, a potion bottle shattered on the floor, and a pungent, deep yellow liquid flowed across the wooden floor.
“Forget it, don’t be angry. We’ll just start over,” I said. But it didn’t sound like my voice.
“Shut up!” the man became even more furious. “You don’t understand, you don’t understand anything! You’re like those people, you don’t believe my formula, you don’t think I’ll ever succeed!”
“I believe you, Father!” I shouted. The man turned around then. The moment I saw his face, I was startled again. A large part of his face seemed to have been scalded or corroded, a big burn injury that had completely disfigured him.
And on his disfigured face, three eyes had grown. This made a total of five eyes on the man’s face. It looked truly Terrifying.
“Ah!!!” I let out a scream, deeply frightened.
“You’re afraid of me? Even you are afraid of me? Lorna? Don’t you understand why my face became like this?!” The man looked at me, appearing even angrier. All five of his eyes glared at me.
“No, Father. Your face… quickly go look in the mirror!” I realized. This wasn’t me. I seemed to have entered someone else’s perspective, that of a Little Girl named Lorna.
The man looked in the mirror. He was startled at first, but quickly appeared normal again. No, it was a semblance of normalcy. He became extremely engrossed, looking at himself in the mirror as if he had suddenly become a narcissist.
“Ah, I understand, I finally understand,” the man exclaimed excitedly. “They say eyes are the windows to the soul. Now God has opened several more windows for me, and I can see more of the truth!”
“Father! You… you have a problem! You must see a Doctor quickly,” the girl whose perspective I was in said incoherently in panic. She was clearly quite frightened and could only forcefully suppress her fear.
“No, I don’t have a problem. On the contrary, I feel great, better than ever. Soon I’ll show that damn Moreau my talent! He’ll regret withdrawing his sponsorship!” the man said angrily.
“Father, please, just be normal! I beg you!” the daughter cried out hoarsely.
“Even you think I’m not normal? Ah! I understand, my dear daughter. You don’t have my vision yet, so you can’t understand the greatness of my research. But it’s okay, soon you’ll have it all. Here, drink this.”
He approached me with a bottle of potion, the same deep yellow liquid as the one he’d smashed earlier. Although I knew this perspective wasn’t mine, and I was merely an observer, I was still greatly frightened by his ferocious and terrifying expression.
“No, no, I don’t want to drink it!” the daughter retreated repeatedly. However, I felt myself hit a wall behind me. This Laboratory was too small. She had already been forced into a corner with nowhere left to retreat.
“Daddy, no!” the daughter finally wailed, forcefully pushing the potion bottle away.
“So, even you don’t believe me,” the man said with disappointment. He turned and picked up a knife. “It’s okay. Lorna just isn’t able to see the truth from my perspective yet. I’ll help you open a few eyes, then you’ll see.”
Holy crap! What was he going to do? I saw the man approach me with the knife, a ferocious smile on his face, all five eyes radiating a fanatical gaze.
Open eyes? Did he mean to dig out pupils on the face with a knife? This was utterly insane, a physically literal eye-opening.
“No! No! Don’t come near me, ah!!!” In the end, I only saw the man strike. The girl reached out to block, and finally, I saw blood fly everywhere.
“Ah!” I woke up instantly. Coming to my senses, I saw that I was still sitting in the familiar room. Jayad was beside me. The sun was already shining in through the window, warming my behind. He was still asleep.
Normally, Jayad woke up very early, at least earlier than me, who had inherited the habit of sleeping in from my previous life. But last night, he had stayed up late saving me, so he hadn’t gotten up yet.
However, I had woken him now. Jayad rubbed his eyes and asked with doubt, “Huh? Parul, what’s wrong! Why the sudden loud noise?”
“Nothing. I… I think I had a Nightmare again,” I said, rubbing my head.
“Another bad Dream? Is there danger again?” Jayad asked seriously.
“No, this time it seemed to be… someone else’s Dream,” I said with distress.
