I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 660 - 432 Falling into the Dream Realm_3
Chapter 660: Chapter 432: Falling into the Dream Realm_3
Chapter 660 -432: Falling into the Dream Realm_3
“Tao Te is resting in the bedroom on the second floor. He’d be thrilled to know someone came to visit him!”
“I suppose Mr. Tao Te would say, ‘Kid, don’t keep coming over to freeload meals and drinks. I don’t need anyone’s pity.'”
Chen Lun mimicked Tao Te’s tone as he spoke.
Mrs. Caroline covered her mouth and laughed.
“You’re right, little Jack. Tao Te is just that kind of person—his bark is worse than his bite. But he still longs for care. I’ve been his neighbor for nearly ten years. I understand him more than anyone else.”
Immediately after, Chen Lun followed Mrs. Caroline upstairs, into a bedroom at the end of a hallway.
Mr. Tao Te was lying in bed asleep, seemingly in a deep, peaceful slumber.
However, he had been in this state for almost a year, virtually in a vegetative coma.
Chen Lun sat in a chair beside the bed, quietly watching the old man, while Mrs. Caroline, wearing a somber expression, slowly recounted past events. It was evident that Mr. Tao Te’s condition, borne from an attempt to save her, was deeply affecting Mrs. Caroline.
“Mrs. Caroline, you should know something about me… Mr. Tao Te’s condition is mostly tied to the Mystic Realm. I may be able to do something about it.”
Chen Lun spoke in a serious tone.
Mrs. Caroline did not seem surprised; she nodded and said softly,
“I’ve heard something from Pompey already. I’m told you are now a high-ranking clergy member of the Righteous God Church. I was quite astonished… If you, little Jack, can wake Tao Te up, that would be wonderful!”
Chen Lun hummed in acknowledgment, responding with a smile.
“Little Jack, what do you plan to do? Do you need my help?”
Mrs. Caroline immediately asked.
Chen Lun shook his head.
“Just prepare a room for me, Mrs. Caroline. Tonight, I want to get a good night’s sleep here.”
“Not a problem at all. There’s a guest room next door. I clean and air out the sheets and blankets every now and then—you’ll sleep well, trust me,”
Mrs. Caroline insisted, standing up enthusiastically.
Chen Lun nodded with a smile and followed her to the next-door bedroom to have a look.
After dinner.
Chen Lun asked Mrs. Caroline to busy herself while he retired early to the guest room’s bed on the second floor, closing his eyes and emptying his mind. At the same time, he began practicing “Fleurette Meditation.”
Time ticked by unnoticed.
Chen Lun opened his eyes to glance at the clock on the wall. It was one in the morning. He thought to himself that the time had come and then closed his eyes again.
In just a few breaths, Chen Lun had entered dreamland.
Using his strong willpower, he quickly regained his consciousness and began to assess his dream environment…
This time, he found himself in a run-down town under a gloomy sky, with damp, slightly salty sea breezes suggesting a port area.
Chen Lun ignored all the passersby and began wandering the streets and alleys of the town. According to Philip’s instructions and the records in “Dreamseek Town Kazt,” he needed to find a staircase leading downward, and from there enter the Dream Realm.
Time passed, unmeasured.
After having scoured the entire town without finding any basement or entrance below, he realized that his subconscious seemed to be resisting, deliberately hiding the entrance to the Dream Realm to protect his safety.
‘At all times, one must struggle with oneself…’
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He remarked to himself.
Without hesitation, he employed the Dream Divination.
The omen came swiftly—next second he saw a bar’s sign reflected in a puddle by the road.
‘It’s there…’
Chen Lun looked up to see the bar’s flickering sign.
He walked straight in, starting to inspect every detail inside the bar, even using force and means to make the dream’s security cooperate willingly.
Eventually, he arrived at the center of the dance floor and on the thick glass floor, there was unmistakably a downward staircase entrance… It seemed that the previous patrons couldn’t see or touch this entrance at all, as though it were just an image pasted into a virtual world.
Chen Lun took a deep breath and started descending the steps with slow and steady footsteps.
Soon, he had gone down 70 flights and arrived in a spacious hall, where a massive stone door stood before him, adorned with odd and ferocious carvings of sea creatures.
‘The Great Gate of Slumber…’
Chen Lun raised his head to look at the stone door, his face showing solemn resolve.
