Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1740: Chapter 1735: Bitter Fruit (29)

The hard-earned medical resources, there’s no reason to waste them.

Fu Qian knows clearly that the moment the Dream unfolds, Dorian will be meticulously observing every little reaction of his, ready to handle the situation that follows after they tear faces.

I know that I’m plotting something illicit, but I don’t know exactly what illicit thing I’m plotting.

Dorian’s curiosity about my intentions is evident, yet in this mutual understanding, some reactions are unpredictable.

Especially when it’s clear I know something about human dolls, it’s only natural for him to be a bit tense.

No matter the motive, for Dorian, the ideal scenario is to drag me into the main stage, namely, the Dream.

So how could one disappoint such a heartfelt intention?

Though it’s hard to be optimistic that the experience of successfully escaping the Dream before can be replicated.

”Are you here to find me, outsider?”

The sensation of sinking will surged like a tide, as the doll’s eyes barely blurred, a familiar voice echoed.

Fu Qian looked toward the sound, unsurprised to see a familiar stone chamber.

Lights, incense, black-veiled face, without a doubt, in the dim light, sat Hilary exiled below the chapel.

And the clothes she’s wearing were even designed by Dorian.

I still haven’t walked down the last layer of steps, just coming down from above the chapel.

In such a situation, the kind-hearted Saint Hilary issued a friendly call to me.

”Hilary?”

Though the ranking is high, Dorian’s healing Dream scene seems rather singular.

While evaluating the other, Fu Qian did not forget to check his own status.

Just now, the feeling was not wrong; this Dream is indeed powerful.

Though it’s an intentional entry into the Dream, at this moment, the perception of self-existence in the outside world is already blurred to an abstract level.

Indeed, I can distinguish reality from Dream, but not to mention being unable to leave at will; my true body in the clinic now has its perception range compressed to just the surrounding circle, even its image has become blurry, only a blood bar visible without a person kind of feeling.

The blood bar is even depleting because the heart strike never ceases.

...

”That’s right... Come over, sit closer.”

No matter what, one must be adept at finding the beautiful aspects of life.

Though the situation is not great, at least Hilary is still generous, softly admitting her identity while already having both hands open.

Her watery eyes and full chest, all called for me to lean into the embrace.

And the special fragrance emanating from her, still holds immense allure, making one want to abandon thinking, experience wholeheartedly.

Clearly, this is the complete version of the healing Dream, a segment that was skipped directly by the warehouse when I entered the task.

Though not interested in really being embraced, encountering an uncut version of the resource always makes one feel more rewarded, doesn’t it?

Even more so, an enhanced version.

”Come this way, outsider... You went the wrong direction.”

Almost as Hilary I’s words fell, unexpectedly another voice sounded from behind.

Fu Qian turned his head, seeing another figure sitting in the corner, guarding a pot of incense.

Yet another Hilary.

The same style, the same posture, indistinguishable — well, now there is.

Seeing Fu Qian heard the call, Hilary II first slightly nodded in greeting, and the next moment raised both hands, grasping the veil’s lower edge, slowly covering her eyes.

The gesture didn’t end; soon she turned around, her bloodless lips parted, tongue lightly touching the stone wall beside, engraved with the emblem of Insight and Wisdom God Akons.

”Are you sure that ignorant wretched body can help you in any way?”

As the ambiguous and profane licking action ended, a decidedly undignified smile appeared on her lips, the tone filled with mockery, aggressive.

...

So the increased drug effect is expressed in this manner?

Faced with a choice, luckily Fu Qian never suffers from any choice paralysis.

Even the seemingly more enticing appearance of Hilary II was given no more than a glance.

When Dorian asked earlier whether to use both human dolls, Fu Qian imagined what kind of scene it would be.

Now it seems, the relationship between human dolls and the person must be more than an infringement of portrait rights.

And the way Dorian involves himself with the Dream is greatly different from my usual methods.

If previous judgment is correct, my actions won’t affect Akons in any way, then the design of Hilary II’s eye mask likely comes from Dorian’s setting.

Because the scene never happened before, and just now I gave advice on the doll’s styling.

Moreover, recall that last time in the Dream, Dorian never appeared from beginning to end.

His involvement in the Dream seems to be through these dolls he created.

Giving them certain character settings, then manipulating them like puppets, controlling and guiding the entire direction of the Dream.

These are not difficult to think of, but simultaneously there’s an easily overlooked point here —

Hilary reveals her current state of mind due to my unguarding, and this I never told Dorian.

Theoretically, unless sneaking into the chapel is frequent, Dorian might want to give two dolls different character settings, but shouldn’t be so accurately vivid.

In this view, there’s likely some special form of mirroring between the dolls and the original owner.

In this healing Dream, Dorian and their relationship should not be specific to speech and movement control, but give certain character command, then they automatically act according to their nature.

And this nature is mirrored from the original owner.

If this assumption holds, most of the behaviors inside and outside the Dream can be explained, but it also poses a question — if there are two dolls, how is the mirroring executed?

Two identical replicas, or — mental split?

It appears the answer is already in sight.

The two Hilary human doll replicas seem to automatically mirror different facets of her, starkly distinct.

To the extent that Fu Qian naturally thought if he lingered more around Akons, gathering a bunch of Hilary dolls surrounding him into the Dream.

By then, between different dolls, what would the fragmentization of styles be like?

Though there are just two, it’s already extremely lively below.

”What are you doing!”

Facing Hilary II’s actions, Hilary I’s voice almost trembled, her tone full of ”such blasphemy”.

”So what do you think you’re doing? Is it not blasphemy?”

Hilary II immediately retorted almost instantly.