I play a Evil God in Otome Game-Chapter 175 - 174: Not Alone Even in a Dream

"This must be a strange feeling?"

Boris curiously ran his hand over the dragon's tough scales. Examining Jomei in his dragon form, Boris admired the majestic creature. Rick and Jeanne were just as intrigued, surrounding the dragon and studying it in different ways.

"This form is kind of cool," Jomei said shyly. Even his normally soft voice had deepened due to the transformation, trembling with an intimidating tone.

Jeanne simply smiled, stepping off the dragon's wing and climbing onto Jomei's back. "Hey, does this make me a dragon rider now?"

Hearing Jeanne's joke, Boris grinned. "You look more like someone who just got a pet."

"Hey, I can hear you." Jomei's wings twitched slightly as he grumbled in dissatisfaction. Boris, however, looked into Jomei's large eyes with an amused expression. "Come on, isn't it nice to be owned by a beautiful girl?"

Hearing this, Jomei flushed slightly. "You're forgetting that I'm human."

"Who cares?" Boris simply shrugged, then leaped onto the dragon's back with a smirk. "I saw an opportunity, and I'm proud to declare you my new mode of transportation."

"Are you seriously going to do this?" Jomei sighed, feeling slightly annoyed as he noticed Rickard also climbing onto his back with a grin.

"A little fast travel won't hurt." Rickard spoke to Jomei, clearly excited about the idea. Realizing he was now officially being used as a ride, Jomei didn't protest further and simply stood up with a weary sigh.

As he rose, the ground beneath him cracked slightly. Boris, impressed, observed the effect. "This is quite a powerful form. But the most impressive part must be the flying."

"Yeah, it is," Jomei muttered, saying nothing more before flapping his wings and soaring into the sky. "Hold on tight, kids!"

In an instant, the dragon pierced through the clouds, causing Jeanne to let out a whistle of admiration. Experiencing flight for the first time, Rickard murmured in awe, while Boris simply gazed at the sky with satisfaction.

As Jomei gradually picked up speed, the intense wind caused their hair to whip around, forcing them to hold on tightly to his back.

"If you travel in this form, you'll get attacked. We should land somewhere nearby and walk from there," Rickard advised. Hearing this, Jomei nodded and adjusted his course.

Being high in the sky kept them hidden from sight. Flying at a steady pace to ensure his friends wouldn't fall, Jomei calculated that he could cover a three-day journey in just one day.

Time passed swiftly. As darkness settled over the sky, Jomei finally decided to land in a suitable area. Gradually descending, he touched down, allowing his companions to dismount before releasing his dragon form. Exhausted, he slumped onto the ground.

"This form is way more draining than I thought. I don't think I can even walk." Feeling the sudden aches in his body, Jomei frowned. While in dragon form, he hadn't felt fatigue or pain, but now his human body registered every bit of it.

Seeing this, Rickard decided it was best to rest for the night and continue their journey in the morning. "Alright, let's rest tonight and head out at dawn."

The group quickly set up a fire and a small camp. After eating, they eagerly prepared to sleep, unaware of the small traces of dark mana flickering around Jeanne's figure.

Meanwhile, something shifted within Jeanne's mind. As she drifted into sleep, she suddenly found herself in an endless void.

"Wh-where am I?"

Feeling panic rise within her, Jeanne looked around. She could see nothing. The silence was overwhelming, as if she had stepped beyond the boundaries of the universe itself. There was no sign of life.

"Is anyone there?! Can anyone hear me?!"

Trying to keep her composure, Jeanne reminded herself that this was just a dream. She pinched herself, but nothing changed. She remained trapped in the infinite emptiness.

Suddenly, a flock of crows swarmed around her, obscuring her vision. Jeanne immediately tried to summon Holy Fire, but nothing happened. Realizing she had no power here, a sense of helplessness washed over her.

She waited for the crows to disperse, and when her vision cleared, she found herself in a different place.

The sight before her filled her with nostalgia—it was her old art school.

Dressed in her past modern-style clothing, Jeanne stared at herself in surprise before scanning her surroundings. She hesitantly took a step forward, feeling the ground beneath her feet. A brief wave of confusion hit her as she questioned whether this was truly a dream.

"In a dream, you're not supposed to feel anything..."

Jeanne muttered, puzzled. "Is this really just a dream realm?"

"Jeanne!"

A familiar voice suddenly called out to her. Spinning around, Jeanne saw Chloe, her old classmate. Shocked, she hesitated as Chloe approached her.

"Jeanne! Where have you been? We're going to be late for class!"

Before she could react, Chloe grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the classroom. Still in shock, Jeanne suddenly found herself back in her old painting class.

"Chloe, Jeanne, take your seats," their teacher, Mark, said. Seeing his familiar bald head and beard, Jeanne felt an unexpected wave of emotion and instinctively walked to her seat, staring at the blank canvas in front of her.

"Why am I here?" Jeanne fell into deep thought, but when she saw Mark standing in the center of the room, she let go of her questions and picked up her brush.

"You may begin," Mark instructed, signaling everyone to start.

Acting on instinct, Jeanne tried to recreate a painting she had once drawn.

With practiced skill, she filled the blank canvas with colors, shaping the form of a cat. Once finished, she gazed at her work, momentarily forgetting her confusion.

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"Hey, Jeanne, you're really good at this."

Hearing Chloe's admiring voice, Jeanne briefly forgot she was in a dream and smiled. "Thank you."

"What did you draw?" Jeanne asked curiously, turning to Chloe, who beamed with excitement.

"Here, I think you'll like it."

Jeanne lifted her head to look at Chloe's painting and was slightly surprised by what she saw. It was a raven—a raven with glowing red eyes, watching four people through the night.

"This is... interesting..."

"But it's nice, isn't it?" Seeing Chloe's expectant eyes, Jeanne quickly complimented her. "Yes, it's very good."

"I know. After all, you love ravens," Chloe said happily. Jeanne paused awkwardly. She didn't recall ever saying such a thing. It felt like a mistake, yet at the same time, part of her thought she remembered it.

"Yeah, I guess." Jeanne, feeling confused, had no choice but to agree. Then, suddenly, as the bell rang, she felt as if time had sped up, making her feel like a robot as she followed Chloe to the cafeteria.

Watching Chloe eat, Jeanne didn't touch her own food. She was too focused on trying to make sense of the strange events. Having been trapped in illusions before, Jeanne feared she was once again caught in one, and her thoughts spiraled into panic.

"Hey, why aren't you eating?"

"I'm not hungry. Thanks." Jeanne forced a half-smile. Seeing Chloe return to her meal, Jeanne fell silent.

Time passed quickly once again, and Jeanne continued through her classes, the uneasiness inside her growing stronger. She could no longer suppress the anxiety building within her. When an idea came to mind, she couldn't hold back anymore.

Climbing the stairs, Jeanne glanced at Chloe and murmured to herself to build up courage. Then, with a sorrowful expression, she apologized.

"I'm sorry for doing this, Chloe. I hope you can forgive me." Jeanne spoke seriously. Chloe furrowed her brows in confusion. "Why—"

Suddenly, Jeanne stepped forward and pushed Chloe down the stairs. Chloe let out a scream as she fell. Jeanne felt guilty for doing this, but she forced herself to go through with it, believing it was just a dream.

When Chloe hit the ground, her head struck hard, and she died instantly. Jeanne hesitantly approached, crouching beside her. Chloe was dead.

Seeing this, Jeanne's face twisted with panic, unsure of what to do.

"No... this is a dream, isn't it...???"

Overcome by fear, Jeanne's breathing quickened. Suddenly, she recalled the message in Chloe's painting. Trembling with terror, she tried to back away, but she bumped into something.

"Who—who are you??"

Once again, Jeanne's surroundings shifted. She found herself back in the endless void. A massive raven, appearing as if it were made of stars and darkness, loomed over her, its red eyes locked onto her. Jeanne's expression was filled with horror.

The raven's glowing red eyes remained fixed on her, sending chills down her spine. Jeanne tried to move back in fear, but to her shock, she couldn't budge. Panic surged through her as she realized she was completely immobilized—her entire body felt as if it were bound by invisible chains.

"Struggling is useless. You cannot escape from here."

A deep, genderless voice echoed inside Jeanne's mind.

"Who are you?! What do you want from me?!"

Jeanne's frightened eyes met the raven's piercing gaze. Its expression was unreadable, but it had an eerie sharpness to it, as if it could see straight into her soul. It was both terrifying and eerily calm.

"You are on the wrong side. In the end, your path will only lead to your death. The path of light blinds you to the allure of darkness. Do not be blind. Sooner or later, you will understand. Do not let the light blind you and lead you down the wrong path..."

"W-what are you trying to say?" Jeanne asked hesitantly. The raven seemed uninterested in answering her question directly.

"The Goddess of Light is not what you believe her to be. She is merely evil hiding beneath the radiance of light..."

Jeanne couldn't comprehend the raven's words. A storm of confusion, fear, and curiosity swirled inside her.

"To see in darkness, one needs light. But where the light blinds, one needs darkness. These two forces once coexisted in balance. But now, that balance has been broken, abandoned, and rendered meaningless."

The voice continued to echo in Jeanne's ears. She fell silent, entirely focused on the voice. It spoke again.

"The existence of the Goddess of Light is an absurdity. There should be only one will—one that holds the power to control both light and darkness. And that will must belong to one who is not blinded by light yet worthy of ruling over darkness."

"I... I don't understand." Jeanne looked down, confused. "Are you saying you want to destroy the Goddess and rule alone?"

"As I said, darkness has a will, but light does not. Light is a mindless, wandering force, an aimless entity that enforces its authority without reason. The Goddess is neither a being nor a ruler. She is merely a thoughtless entity, maintaining her rule through the sheer force of her uncontrolled existence..."

Jeanne was about to ask another question when, suddenly, her mental world trembled and began to shatter. She felt herself waking up.

"For now, this is enough. If you wish to learn more about my existence, then you must learn more about the Goddess of Light and decide for yourself."

"Wait! My questions aren't finished yet!"

Jeanne tried to insist, but it was too late. Her consciousness was finally waking up. The colossal, mystical raven vanished, and Jeanne finally opened her eyes.