Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 729 - 682 Interrogating the Captive

However, trying to deceive Perfikot is not an easy task.

Or rather, even if you were truly that impressive, Perfikot wouldn't take it to heart.

Having completely understood the nature of this dream world, Perfikot clearly grasps one thing: in the dream, she is a god; she can do whatever she desires, regardless of logic.

So, these two monsters before her, whether it's Trivank's desperate struggle to drag her down with him, or Kelin's bluffing, mean nothing to Perfikot in terms of truth or falsehood.

She is invincible, and therefore her enemies could easily be crushed by her.

As long as she believes in this, and fully unleashes her imagination in the dream, nothing can defeat her in her own dream.

Perfikot almost immediately figured out this rule, so facing the monster transformed into a vast, shadowy mist, she simply raised her hand to draw a circle in front of her, then used this circle to capture Kelin.

With Perfikot's action, Kelin was almost instantly immobilized, and he then felt the black mist he transformed into being gathered.

And the direction of gathering was right towards the circle Perfikot casually drew.

At this point, Kelin began to scream miserably.

The process of being forcibly transformed from smoke into a physical human was too painful, causing his screams to be even more piercing than Trivank's.

Being struck by Perfikot's water arrow was equivalent to having a large chunk of flesh suddenly gouged out, which looked terrifying but wasn't actually too dangerous.

But being forcibly reverted from a mist state to human form meant randomly assembling a body fragmented finer than PM2.5, and every part of the body still felt the pain.

Able to feel himself being torn apart, then very violently squeezed back together, even glued together into a creature that looked even more grotesque.

Yet at this moment, Kelin could only endure the pain and continue attacking Perfikot, trying to force her hand with this method.

However, none of this could make Perfikot feel any danger, and she even had the leisure to glance at Trivank, who was almost smashed to bits by the old horse, then turned around to stand before it and toss both Trivank and the land stained with its traces out of her dream with an attitude of completely purging harmful substances.

Within this dream world, Perfikot is an omnipotent god, even if she wants to open a gap at the dream's boundary to throw out the filth inside the dream.

Seeing this scene, Kelin was completely numb, finally realizing what kind of mistake he had made.

But just as he believed he was about to die, Perfikot didn't kill him immediately but instead used water to bind him in place, then stood before him and asked him: "Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

"Want to live! Want to live! I want to live!" At this moment, Kelin didn't care about his task or his faith in the Divine; surviving was the priority.

Looking at the pleading captive before her, Perfikot casually conjured a clock, winding it once before placing it in front of Kelin: "Before the alarm rings, explain your background clearly."

"I am..." Kelin hesitated a bit; although he wanted to surrender and seek a way to live, he was still hoping to delay, waiting to see if the dream-stealers might rescue him from the other side.

However, Perfikot simply summoned a water sword and stabbed it into him, saying expressionlessly, "If you want to stall time, I'll stab you once every second. If you think you can withstand as many stabs as possible, go ahead, stall time. But when the alarm rings, I'll kill you."

Saying so, Perfikot stabbed Kelin again.

To her, this captive was merely an unexpected gain; his confession would simply save her some trouble.

If he didn't confess, it wasn't a big deal either.

Thinking this, Perfikot casually stabbed Kelin again.

Having been stabbed three times in a row, Kelin saw that Perfikot indeed didn't seem to care about him, so he hurriedly shouted, "I'll speak, I'll speak! I'm a follower of the Goddess of Beauty! However, we are different from other sects; we are the Dream Sect."

"Dream Sect? Keep talking!" Perfikot stopped her stabbing hand and continued to interrogate.

"The Goddess of Beauty's divine attributes include all things in the world linked to beauty, which naturally includes beautiful dreams! Before the gods were twisted, our sect was considered one of those not branded as the Evil by the church. We mainly help people have beautiful dreams, allowing them to experience the most beautiful life they could imagine within the dream." Kelin quickly explained the background of his sect.

Perfikot caught a key point in his words, thus she asked: "You mentioned the gods were twisted? What is this about? Weren't they Evil from the start?"

"You didn't know? The gods weren't evil from the start; that's a lie crafted by the church to better attack the sects of the Ancient Gods, or rather a distorted representation of the truth." Mentioning this, Kelin showed slight indignation but still explained to Perfikot: "Though the gods are indeed evil and twisted now, long ago they were positive and benevolent! Otherwise, humans wouldn't dedicate their faith to them.

However, as the gods fell silent, fewer people worshiped them, making many Divine harbor resentment and anger, especially after the church destroyed the sects of the gods and branded them as evil, which exacerbated the gods' wrath.

Coupled with the worshippers using blood sacrifices to offer to the gods, the gods eventually completely changed, transforming from Good God to Evil God due to accumulating negative emotions.

As worshippers believing in the gods, we were also affected, with our once holy bloodlines twisted into various monsters."

"Then how do you maintain clarity? Your companions are quite insane!" Perfikot looked at the captive before her, suspecting something was off with his state.

"Because we are the Dream Sect, our abilities come from the Goddess of Beauty's dreams, and the Goddess of Beauty is considered one of the Ancient Gods who isn't as mad, or at least not as mad in the dream." Kelin sighed. Though he said this, his appearance made it clear that the so-called 'not as mad' is merely relative.

"What you said, I know. Now, let's talk about what value you could provide that's worth letting you go!" Perfikot regarded the captive before her, pondering how she should handle him.