The Second Dream

Before Lin Jie's eyes was an endless expanse of scorched earth.

-As cracks filled the inky and dark ground, the lava below was slowly flowing exuding a glow of red, and the sky was covered by heavy clouds, with electricity crackling and raging inside it.

Huge ruins had collapsed that were hundreds of meters high which's entirety couldn't be determined. The remnants of the building still having the outlines of its once glorious days. On the ground, there is an injured monster, still breathing.

Standing below and looking up, I could clearly feel my own insignificance.

Even further into the sky, there is a gray fog that is almost like attached to the clouds in the sky. The fog behaved like a living thing, constantly tumbling and twisting, vaguely distorting into strange shapes.

Standing on the scorched earth, I could hear the sounds of it… the sounds of it… it's screams, I could hear it coming from the fog.

"What is it this time? An RPG? A BOSS battle scene?" Lin Jie muttered and looked around. According to Freud's "Interpretation of Dreams" I read last time, dreams are the manifestation of an unconscious desire.

Could it be that he understood that he hadn't played games for so long since transmigrating that even his dreams began to show his desire for it?

If that is actually the case then no he can not. It was not a matter of wanting, it was a question of whether the hardware situation allowed it (which it didn't). In Norzin he could now play Wang Xiaobo thanks to God at least.

[TL Note: Wang Xiaobo was a renowned Chinese novelist]

Lin Jie sighed, withdrew his thoughts and surveyed his surrounding environment.

Thinking about it this way, it felt more and more like that after a while the symphony BGM would start playing, and there would be a Big Boss.

He walked thoughtfully to a pillar, reached out with his hand and picked up a brick fragment.

The fractures surface was surprisingly smooth, and the pure white marble was carved with exquisite patterns.

Just from this fragment and the huge ruins that were still this magnificent even if they had collapsed, one could imagine what it had looked like before.

"But--. The overall style and style of these decorations felt inexplicably familiar.

Lin Jie narrowed his eyes, rubbed the fragment, brushing off some stains on it, and carefully looked at the decoration on it.

An instinctive intuition and years of experience made him instantly think of the sword Joseph had sent! Although the overall shape of the decoration of the two was not the same, the pattern on this fragment was even incomplete and even though most people at a glance could probably not tell, Lin Jie is a professional.

Folk art and architecture was also inside his scope of research, which is an important and inseparable part of folk culture.

During field research I encountered some strange local art. Some places were incomplete and had to be restored and sorted out by myself. Incidentally, because of the overlapping research in the humanities field, Lin Jie would sometimes be pulled to work by the archaeological professional next door.

He was very sensitive to the styles of patterns, and he could find some similarities in the techniques and styles of the two with a glance. It could be concluded that the patterns on the stone and the architectural stone are of the same root.

What's more, before going to bed, he out of plain curiosity, played and inspected the long sword over and over again, continuously tracing the impressive pattern.

"It seems like it really is subconscious, and that I have put all the things I have experienced recently into my dreams.

Lin Jie raised his eyebrows, put down the fragments, and continued to walk into the center of the site.

Lin Jie tried to explore the place but the destruction of the ruins was beyond one's imagination, you could barely even access the place.

The scorched buildings were basically completely broken and fell off when you touch them.

Lin Jie even used too much force once, causing an entire area of ​​the building to collapse and turn it into flour. The sense of destroying and ruining the place is like kneading instant noodles in a supermarket, it gives a different feeling of pleasure and it really makes me want to come back.

"This dream and the last one were really two extreme dreams, and the place was even bigger than before, but it's still very interesting, and it's also surprisingly realistic."

Lin Jie looked at the dust rising in front of him, touched his chin, a little sad:

"Alas... I just had to experience the VR version of the RPG in my dream...

However, the exploration was not without results. Later, he found a lot of corpses among the ruins and the scorched earth.

Although most of them have been fused with this weir, even in the state of "operation", there were still a few intact ones.

Lin Jie knelt down and looked at the corpse in the corner with a twisted posture. His pupils shrank, his eyes fixated on the corpse's ears.

This should not be an illusion, the corpse's ears are longer than usual.

Lin Jie turned the body over calmly.

..... It was more obvious from the front. The ears are not that of normal length. Lin Jie tried to reach out and touch the ears of the corpse. It was unexpectedly soft to touch. There was normal cartilage in the middle, which was connected to the skull and it wasn't an accessory of any kind which means that the physiological structure of it is like this.

An Elf?

Lin Jie recalled a guest that he had received not long ago, the very beautiful Miss Doris.

He stood up and patted the dirt on his hands, muttering:

"It seems that this dream is indeed a subconscious hodgepodge of events."

It seems that his recent thoughts had made his dreams mix up.

In addition, many of the weapons that Lin Jie found in the ruins, including regular long swords, were similar to the long sword given by Joseph.

He felt the extraordinary connection between these things, which made him feel like he was doing research in a small open village, so he wrote down all these things, and waited for him to wake up. It might provide historical significance of the Iris family crest.

Finally, Lin Jie stepped over a pile of gravel and rubble, standing on white stairs that had collapsed and saw the radiating center of the site. It was a big, big broken platform with fine gold patterns that was covered in a thick sheet of either black stone or a pile of bodies. The huge golden dome on top of it has been broken in half, and the remaining half was embedded in the soil, and at the very center was a tall man covered in armor.

-A long sword was sticking out of his heart, like a wedge fixing his slanted body to the ground.

The long blonde hair trickled down to the ground like a waterfall with gleaming light as if he was wearing a crown on his head, and the armor on the body was beautiful and smooth, whose outlines showed a strong body shape with ears that were long and pointy.

In the scorched earth, the quiet kneeling man was holding the hilt of the sword, which was piercing his heart, as if begging for atonement.

Lin Jie's footsteps sounded in the silence, he then suddenly raised his head and sighed.

"My savior, the soul in exile has been waiting here for thousands of years-"