VIP Chapter 480: Sleep for a Lifetime
Treya opened her eyes and found herself sitting on a chair in Zero Demon City.
The final floor of the Demon City was dimly lit, with blood-red paintings on the walls.
It was a colorful room in Zero Demon City.
But as soon as she tried to get up, she felt a splitting headache.
“Hiss…”
Even the four demons she saw before her and the doctor demon were vibrating in her vision.
“Your Majesty—Your Majesty, are you alright? You’ve been sleeping here for a very long time…”
“I…”
Treya struggled to gather her strength and finally opened her eyes.
She looked at the doctor demon’s “anxious” face before her.
It was actually difficult to describe a demon with an expression of anxiety, as they usually appeared to relish chaos.
“What’s wrong with me?”
—Had she returned to “reality”?
—Based on the demons’ reactions, it seemed so.
—And her headache was severe, which truly fit the description of waking up after a long period of dreaming.
“You’ve been sleeping ever since the Undead Swordsman attacked you for the ninth time. We couldn’t wake you up no matter how we tried.”
“Yes! Yes! It was very urgent!”
“How could this happen… What happened…”
“This is awful~ This is awful~ We need to think of a way~”
“Your Majesty—Tell us quickly what you dreamed—interpreting the dream might help us understand—”
Treya looked at the four demons, each with a different expression.
The doctor demon was anxious and worried, while the so-called “dream researcher” beside him also looked scared.
—So, was everything that happened just now a dream?
“I dreamed…”
Treya slowly recounted her “day.”
She described everything she and Will did during that day.
“Your Majesty, this sounds very wrong. Have you considered why you would dream about these things?”
The anxiety on the doctor demon’s face seemed to deepen.
“Why would I dream about it?”
—Why did she dream that Will actually appeared beside her?
—Why did she dream that Will appeared and solved all her problems for her?
—Why did she even dream that Will told her not to fight the Undead Swordsman anymore?
“You see, it seems like these are all things you wish you didn’t have to resolve, things you hope to achieve in your dreams.”
“Forgive me for saying this, but it’s the same as last time. Your reality is being gradually consumed by your dreams. Your Majesty, this signifies that you are increasingly tired of your current life.”
“Yes. He’s right. This is a deception, trying to make you give up on saving yourself, give up on completing the mission of defeating the Undead Swordsman, so that you will lose yourself once again.”
“…”
Treya felt that the dream described by the two demons had some “differences” from what she had truly experienced.
However, she couldn’t pinpoint what those differences were.
For the first time, it felt like what the demons were saying… also held some truth.
A “Will” who was somewhat different from the “Teacher Will” she knew, and who had been doing things according to her wishes, even going against the mission he himself had set…
It did sound quite strange.
“Your Majesty, please listen to us. You shouldn’t believe him—especially when he tells you not to continue the mission he left behind, you should be suspicious.”
“Yes, yes.”
“You should fight that Undead Swordsman again.”
“Don’t believe a dream that is inducing you to self-destruct, Your Majesty.”
Treya sat there, the demons’ “persuasions” constantly echoing in her ears.
In Zero Demon City, the words of demons held a natural charm, making people unknowingly believe them.
Just like in the legends of demons, they were creatures who would induce you to “forge a contract” through various means.
And what they sought was often your “spirit,” your “life,” or the “benefits” that allowed them to survive.
It’s just…
Treya had to acknowledge the logic behind their words, as that Will truly was… different from how she remembered him.
—Who is he…
—Real or fake?
—Is his appearance truly the final illusion that appeared because she was heading towards destruction?
—Or perhaps…
“Hurry up and decide! Your Majesty!”
“This is about whether you can find the desire that sustains you—”
“Your Majesty… think about it again…”
“You can start now~ go fight that Undead Swordsman~”
Treya lay half-reclined on the chair, listening to the demons before her, feeling only her intense headache.
“This is something you must choose one of, Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty, don’t follow him, this is just a ‘final beautiful dream,’ if you follow him you will completely…”
—”Whatever you want to get, you will always lose something…”
—”Choose repeatedly, lose repeatedly, and you will eventually get what you want the most. Now, choose, what do you want the most?”
—”This is the first lesson. When you are not yet capable of having everything, you must, absolutely must choose… what you want the most.”
“A final beautiful dream? It sounds… like a fitting description, heh.”
The demons sensed that something was wrong with Treya.
They started to get nervous, their anxious expressions no longer seeming “acted.”
Treya seemed to possess strong thoughts of her own, gradually breaking free from their control.
Especially now, Zero Demon City began to extend black and white from Treya’s feet.
“Your Majesty, you don’t truly want to self-destruct…”
“There is no such thing as ‘self-destruction’ or not. He is in that dream, and that is my only option.”
Treya propped herself up halfway and snapped her fingers.
Zero Demon City shattered like broken glass, starting from where she snapped her fingers, then turning into fragments.
She opened her eyes.
Before her was bright sunlight, the vibrant colors of the room, and…
Will, sitting by the bed, having just taken off his upper clothes and preparing to put on a white shirt.
“Good morning. You didn’t seem to sleep well last night, did you have a nightmare?”
*Bang.*
Will was pulled over by Treya’s outstretched hand.
As the strongest melee fighter on the team before, he couldn’t break free from such force and could only let Treya pull him to the bedside.
Then he was held tightly in her arms.
Burying her face in his hair, he felt her heavy breathing at the intersection of her shoulder and neck.
Then, with her small canines, which she rarely showed, she gently bit down at that spot.
There was no bleeding, but it left a shallow bite mark.
“Haa… Will…”
Will listened to her words, spoken with heavy gasps.
But compared to her panting beside his neck, beneath his earlobe, Will felt that what she was about to say was even heavier—
“Don’t let me wake up, stay in this dream—”
The light in her purple eyes seemed dimmer than before.
“Sleep for a lifetime.”
That’s right.
A good child.
This is the heavy feeling I want.
Attach the heaviest part of your life, your heaviest future, your heaviest wish, all onto me.
Will hugged her, licking her ear with his tongue.
Elven ears were still as sensitive as ever, and she trembled with a single lick.
“No problem. My former Princess.”
