Good Or Not

Backstabbers are only powerful when your back is turned.

Dreamer held the dagger, pierced through his torso and pushed it back.

[ Host is poisoned! ]

[ Host will die in 2 minutes! ]

'What? Don't I have immunity to that?' Dreamer would die in 2 minutes? Not good.

[ This poison is of a new kind. Host has no immunity to this. ]

'Shit.' What should he do now?

'Wait…' Dreamer got something.

"Gaia! Help me!" He shouted.

Rock looked left and right hurriedly. "Wh-Who's Gaia? Who's coming?"

Dreamer smiled. "Your mom."

"After all this time, now you remembered me? Pathetic." Gaia spoke. She still sat on Dreamer's shoulders.

"Who's there? Who's speaking?" Rock shouted. Gaia was in her invisible form, so he couldn't see her. Not like Dreamer could see her either.

"I am sorry, Gaia. I will die in two minutes, you know." Dreamer urged Gaia to do something.