Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 198 Whose Dream (Part 1)

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you yesterday that the cycle of the Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival is still continuing."

In the Zubair Theater, Nasida gently explained to the crowd who had just regained their memories and were still somewhat bewildered.

"I think instead of spending last night in anxiety, it would be better to relax and enjoy a brief moment of hope. Perhaps it can help you think more clearly."

At this point, Nasita playfully tilted her head and winked meaningfully at everyone.

Nilu's Flower Dance was beautifully performed, and Seno played his cards very well too.

However, Nasita quickly crossed her arms again, her face puffed up slightly in frustration, looking somewhat like a frustrated child whose carefully prepared riddle had been easily solved.

"Besides, you've already guessed my identity, haven't you? I thought this was the hardest question."

"So now, what is the new conclusion?"

Kavi patted Mehrak dejectedly beside him; clearly, he hadn't slept well again yesterday.

He desperately needs a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee to really revitalize his brain cells.

"Could it be that old bastard Hazard erased our memories? In reality, time continues, and the so-called 'reincarnation' is just a product of our imagination?"

However, before Nasita could respond, Dixia rejected the possibility proposed by Kavi.

"In my opinion, that's absolutely impossible."

"In Kavi's vision, the sage must rely on the memory of the entire city to reset everything in the city to its original state at night."

"But one thing I can confirm is that every sword mark on the training dummy is unique."

"As a martial artist, the force, angle, and technique of each strike are completely unrepeatable; in other words, 'resetting' is an impossible task."

The mercenary girl's rebuttal was quite forceful. After pondering for a moment, Kavi reluctantly marked the conclusion of "memory deletion" as invalid in his mind.

Even without Dixia's arguments, restoring a city to its original state overnight seems like a pipe dream.

Everything was back to square one. Kavi picked up the coffee Mehrak handed him and took a dejected gulp.

"This is unbelievable! This kind of thing would never happen in real life, right?"

However, upon hearing this, not only the others but even Kavi himself was stunned.

Wait... in reality... it's impossible for this to happen?

They seem to have fallen into a mental blind spot: why must they be in reality?

"Remember, some of you went out of the city during the second and third Flower Goddess Festivals?"

"So, what did you see?"

Nasita smiled encouragingly and patiently guided her.

"It's bubbles... lots and lots of bubbles..."

Nilu murmured to herself as the blurry barrier in her memory collapsed, and the shattered images were reassembled in that instant.

Outside the city... there was nothing.

An endless void, in which float countless colorful bubbles, rising and falling.

Get closer, and you can see distorted human figures moving around inside some of the bubbles, and hear faint sounds, but there's nothing in other bubbles at all.

She seemed to understand what it was.

"It's a dream..."

Farusan's light green eyes widened suddenly, and a terrifying thought instantly formed in her mind.

The Institution of Religion not only uses people's brains as computing tools, but also recklessly harvests their dreams.

The Church of Jesus claimed that dreams were foolish delusions, and that not being able to dream was a gift from the gods to the people of Sumeru.

This means that... this harvest had already begun long ago, even... long before the Flower Goddess's birthday festival.

"So that's how it is. We are all in a dream. Bubbles are dreams. Empty bubbles are ownerless dreams, and ownerless dreams are captured by the Void Terminal."

"And the faint sound effects we hear at the end of each day mark the beginning of a new 'dream.'"

"Now it seems that the fatigue is not a result of energy depletion, but a side effect of dream harvesting."

After gathering his thoughts, Al-Hysen calmly gave his conclusion based on the existing clues.

"Very good, as expected of a quick-thinking clerk."

"To use an analogy, this place is like a factory that constantly creates dreams, and the Void Terminal is the harvester of those dreams."

Nasida smiled and nodded, generously offering her praise and affirmation.

"I'm sorry, because this is a dream, your attempts to remove the void or fight against the sage are ineffective. However, I still appreciate your efforts."

"You've probably all heard the saying 'Don't wake a sleepwalker,' because it can confuse their perception of reality. Therefore, I have to be careful about how much I give them guidance."

"Anyway, I'm really sorry to have made you guess the riddle."

As she finished speaking, a hint of apology appeared on Nasita's face, and the atmosphere around her suddenly became somewhat somber.

"I'm really sorry, as your god, I haven't really been of much help."

Upon hearing this, Dina Zede hurriedly waved her hand, her eyes red-rimmed, and she urgently retorted.

"That's not true at all! Without your help, we might all still be trapped in a dream!"

"If anyone is to blame... blame those arrogant and blasphemous sages!"

For the first time in her life, the gentle and easy-going young lady lost her temper, snapping a wooden hair clip in her hand.

She still remembers that when she was a child, the nightmare of scaly disease haunted her every night.

Whenever she was in so much pain that she couldn't sleep all night, a gentle voice would always soothe her and help her fall asleep, keeping all her nightmares out of reach of the house.

In her heart, the Little Lucky Grass King is the gentlest deity in the world.

Why can't the moon light up the night road?

Then, Seno also stood up, pulled down the hood of the fox-wolf headdress, and respectfully bowed to Nasita.

“I think Miss Dina Zede is right, Lord Little Lucky Grass.”

“Now that Hazard and his cronies have committed six fundamental sins, I believe the Disciplinary Committee will give you a fair trial after you are rescued in reality.”

Imprisoning a god—how arrogant! An unprecedented challenge to the authority of the disciplinary officials, yet he accepted.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I lost my composure."

The little god took a deep breath, and his gaze became firm again.

Ah Mu is still waiting for her good news.

"For five hundred years, I have never believed that I have met the standards of a qualified god."

"But now, the sage's actions have seriously endangered the safety of the people of Sumeru."

"Everyone, I need your help."

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