VIP Chapter 527: “It’s also up to you to personally dream it.”
“So, Treya, this is…”
“Mm. I’ve borrowed some resources left over from when I dealt with a demon and created Will. I hope it doesn’t offend you—because I only learned what the end of Carver’s dreamscape truly was when he appeared.”
“So…”
Will raised his head and looked at Carver, who was covered in blood and was still recovering, unable to launch his next attack, with disbelief.
“At the end of Carver’s final memory, his greatest fear, the enemy created by his memories, can’t be…”
“Heh… That’s right, it’s you.”
Carver gasped, and he seemed to want to point Will with his axe, but unfortunately, the axe wasn’t a weapon that could easily point at a target.
And so…
Will could see that Carver’s eyes went through the Will replica in front of him and stared directly at him.
Replacing the murderous intent that should have been in his finger.
With eyes that were more aggressive.
“Go kill him. Will.”
Although Treya was ordering something incredibly rough, there was a gentle undertone to her voice.
“Carver is your father, your enemy, and also your nemesis… This path to victory, you will achieve it step by step yourself, so…”
She was quite resolute.
Her wings and her palms pointed in the same direction.
“To complete all beautiful dreams, it’s also up to you to personally dream them.”
“Hoo… You want to kill me? Even if you arrive, the fight between us won’t end.”
Carver seemed to still have some strength left and attacked Will’s main body.
He directly bypassed the “fear” standing in place.
But…
Will discovered that the him in front of him wasn’t a “clone” nor a truly living “substitute,” but rather…
A pure exoskeleton or mecha that he could control with his consciousness and that served him exclusively.
Everything that required him to rely on external forces, whether it was the collar Ia given to him or the magic circuits Liya gave him, or the demon power Treya had given him before, he could suddenly control through his consciousness.
“Wow… I, I kinda feel like… this Will can be called Will’s BOSS form?”
“?”
Even Treya, who had given him this thing, showed a face full of question marks upon hearing Will’s description.
“It’s like a character you can control suddenly blackening into an unbeatable strong enemy, pretty cool. Treya, this truly is a ‘beautiful dream’!”
Will was particularly excited.
In fact, he himself had recently become numb to his considerably grown strength, but the Will in front of him truly seemed like a “form that only appears in dreams.”
“Eh… You… If you like it… then…”
If it were the old Treya, being praised so directly by Will, she might not have understood the “shyness” in her heart.
But…
Now, she found herself to be many times more sensitive to her own emotions.
For example, she felt it now.
—Will is… is is is is is praising the gift I gave him as good?!
—He’s incredibly, incredibly happy!
—I… I really did it…
Seeing Will’s smile, she felt the tips of her elven ears burn terribly.
However, as Carver himself had said, he had no intention of ending.
*Bang—*
Carver’s first strike, accelerating faster than before, his axe chopping down with more force, was blocked by Will BOSS.
“!? ”
Carver saw the silent Will BOSS raise his head, and from his eyes, like a humanoid weapon, he seemed to see for the first time where the possibility of defeating him lay in this battle.
This battle was indeed a “beautiful dream” tailor-made by Treya for Will himself.
He had exerted all his strength, calculated everything, and should have personally obtained the “beautiful dream” he deserved at the end.
Although it was full of “falseness,” like this imagined “fear.”
But dreams are like that; no matter how false or absurd, they will, in some way, fulfill fantasies that the person themselves never imagined—
But this “beautiful dream” for Will was probably a “nightmare” for Carver.
The terrifying enemy he had imagined possessed the abilities he feared the most.
For example—
*Bang.*
Every one of his blows was solidly blocked by the thick ice wall on the other side, but this was actually a skill that Ia had not granted Will.
It was what Carver had imagined…
The “outsider” who held all the advantages would display to him in the final battle.
For example—
The imagined fear’s staff was raised, and he uttered incantations in sync with Will, but spoken in his mouth, it sounded particularly “mechanical” and “cold.”
The power even far surpassed Liya’s level-two fire magic, and the casting speed was instantaneous.
Carver’s left side, which had just been blown apart, grazed past this high-intensity fireball, ferociously burning his already severely injured wound again.
This was also what Carver had envisioned…
The skill that a person who had conquered the youngest and most promising witch of the current era would most likely possess.
And also—
When Carver swung his axe, from his eyes, Will could quickly create a shadow, using extremely rich “tactical experience” to confuse him, deceive his movements, and then on the other side…
He spat out flames again.
Carver had once pondered…
In this battle, what was the ultimate extent of what that enemy could do using the “advantages” of Treya’s Zero Demon City.
…
Will, who was controlling this “imagined fear,” could hardly believe it.
His control was more like a simple “input”; he simply outputted the “result,” and this “fear” immediately ignored all “processes” and gave him the answer with the most powerful performance.
Even many of its actions…
Exceeded Will’s imagination.
Before him was a “battle” that Will had never witnessed in a dungeon throughout his life—
The speed of both sides increased, the battle space expanded, and the ground was burned layer by layer by flames, losing entire patches of grass.
The phantom shadows of undead in the sky moved at an unrecognizable speed, as if countless Carvers were fighting that Will simultaneously, and countless bursts of flame exploded at the same time.
Will found it difficult to distinguish which side was more like the “BOSS” and which was more like the “Adventurer” clearing this dungeon.
Carver wielded a weapon that looked like it belonged to a dungeon BOSS, with sufficient brutality and a powerful physique.
And he himself was covered in the most commonly used skills of adventurers, skills that his good teammates had repeatedly used.
However…
Based on the situation of the battle, Will, who had only suffered a few scratches on his clothes so far, seemed more like the dungeon’s BOSS.
“Will… can be this strong?”
Treya turned to look at Will, and Will could see her eyes sparkling.
“If Will trains for a few more years, he should… perhaps… also become like that?”
Treya looked Will up and down, standing beside her and covering his left eye.
Because his myopia had returned, he had to cover it now to see the battle clearly.
“Uh… that’s probably still… not possible.”
