Azure Scepter

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“You’ve had a tough time these past few days, Noy,” Trier said with a smile. “Rolina isn’t exactly an easy person to get along with.”

“My aunt needs your help, so she certainly won’t make things difficult for me.” Noi blinked and shook her head gently. “Anyway, Master, let’s start the ceremony quickly. If we drag it out, something might go wrong.”

Trier nodded slightly, then took out Edith's amber necklace.

—A deep blue light curtain poured out from near the necklace like mercury, and then gathered into lines of characters that only he could see.

[Item Name: Stagnant Dream]

[Item Inscription (Tesla's Fairy Language): History and distant dreams are sealed within amber—Losevier, my light of soul, my fire of desire, I will forever be grateful for your tolerance and sacrifice, I love you.]

[Item Level: Legendary Magical Item]

[Item Description 1: When the founder of the kingdom first set foot in the Dark Lands, Fusada personally gifted her this necklace, filled with curses and malice. However, in the end, this evil trap was completely dispelled by love.]

[Item Description 2: Even the most beautiful dreams will eventually fade, and even the most terrifying dreams will eventually pass. Memories of the past are like drawings on the beach; as time flows, the sand is carried away by the wind, and memories gradually blur. Ultimately, both will turn into indistinguishable yellowish substances under the hazy light of time—but amber can freeze time, and it can also freeze dreams. Perhaps this is why water sprites are so fond of amber.]

[Item Description 3: History may be a cycle—those who once built kingdoms are now dedicated to destroying them; traps once redeemed by love are now reinfected by wicked desires; the necklace was once a token of love, and it remains a token of love.]

[Equipment Requirements: Class-Specific (Paladin)]

Trier took a deep breath and looked down at the light screen.

The effect of this item is extremely exaggerated.

[Equipment Effect 1: Grants 6 points of unnamed bonus to Strength, Agility, and Constitution (This bonus stacks with Bull's Brute Force, Cat's Agility, and Bear's Tenacity.)]

[Item Effect 2: Wearing this item will grant you guidance from the Soul Fragment of the Legendary Paladin Losevie, an additional 25 Paladin class experience, and an additional 100 Orco Cross Sword skill points.]

[Item Effect 3: Wearing this item while sleeping will forcibly establish contact with an unknown demigod in the dream world.]

“With this thing, I can experience the whispers of Loseweave or the water sprite Fusada in my dreams. This thing is basically comparable to Frostmourne,” Trier thought to himself. “It’s time to meet them head-on in the dream world.”

The next moment, he slashed sharply, and the cold blade cut through his palm, the thick blood dripping into the complex magic array.

A moment later, Trier lost consciousness.

The warm afternoon sun brought Trier back to his senses. The golden light shone on his face, and a warm, leisurely feeling seemed to seep into his brain through every pore of his face.

He blinked, and after a moment, he realized that he was already in a dream world.

"Little Edith, it's your turn." A pleasant female voice suddenly came from the other end.

Trier instinctively looked up and saw a nymph fairy whose beauty was almost indescribable.

Her alabaster skin was almost transparent, and sunlight shone on her gossamer-like wings on her back, scattering them into a rainbow like a cape.

At this moment, Nymph was idly fiddling with a crystal chess piece, her chin resting on her hand, her deep eyes looking at herself with a hint of weariness.

"Be careful, Trier, she is Fusada!" The voice of the dream realm demigod suddenly rang in Trier's ears, "Be extremely careful, she is a complete madwoman!"

Trier ignored the crowd and turned his head to look around.

This is a garden, but all the buildings here are made of mithril—silver pavilions, silver bridges, silver domed clock towers, silver flat roads, and everything looks spotless.

Amidst the silver expanse, occasional splashes of vibrant color punctuate the scene—these are flowers from the Mithril Garden. But these are no ordinary flowers. Whether it be red roses, blue irises, or golden lilies, all the blossoms are meticulously carved from various colored crystals. The fine textures of each petal are sculpted by skilled artisans, and golden light shines through the transparent crystals, scattering along the delicate lines into iridescent colors.

This place is so beautiful, it's like a fairyland from a fairy tale.

Trier slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Fusada, who was sitting opposite him.

At this moment, he and his opponent are playing chess in the pavilion in the center of the garden. The chessboard is made of diamonds, and each chess piece is carved from pure white crystal.

A pot of hot tea sat beside the chessboard, and Fusada and herself each had a teacup in front of them.

Trier lowered his eyelids and looked at the steaming teacup.

Edith's slightly bewildered face was reflected in the calm, amber-colored tea—his spell seemed to have been very successful.

Trier fell into silent thought.

There's only Fusada here, not Losevie. If we make a move now, we'll risk a surprise attack from Losevie—it's better not to act yet, and try to get some information out of her first.

"What are you thinking about, little Edith?" Nymph yawned. "I bet the lovestruck girl is thinking about her beloved Trier."

“No way!” Trier mimicked Edith’s tone and denied it categorically.

Fusada's smile vanished. She raised her eyebrows slightly, then narrowed her eyes in a slightly dangerous manner.

“That would be for the best—Trill is no ordinary paladin; he’s a meddlesome, mentally unstable old lich. Well, let’s be safe—Little Edith, look me in the eye.”

"This is going to be a suggestion," Trier immediately realized. "Luckily, I put up a mental barrier before entering the dream world."

With this thought in mind, he mimicked Edith's dazed expression and slowly raised his head.

At that moment, the water sprite's emerald eyes became exceptionally deep, and she said softly, "You hate Trier, and Trier has ulterior motives towards you... If he continues to approach you, tell me—I am the only person you can trust."

PS: Second update, one more chapter to go!

Chapter 226 Fusada (Part Two)

Trier glanced at the corner of his eye.

A line of cobalt blue information quietly scrolled by.

[Warning: You are being influenced by "suggestion"...]

[Will immunity granted successfully!]

[You are exempt from the effects of "suggestion".]

"Alright, let's continue playing chess." The water sprite suddenly flashed a bright smile. "It's your turn."

Trier silently glanced at the black and white chessboard—a typical Castit chessboard, a game similar to chess, which, coincidentally, Trier was very good at.

With just one glance, he immediately thought of five chess manuals that could deliver a decisive blow—he couldn't help but glance at the water sprite.

Fusada is a complete and utter idiot at chess, but it seems Edith isn't much of a player either, so I guess I'll just have to play blindly too. He thought to himself.

"Stop dawdling, hurry up and get off," Fusada urged.

With this thought in mind, Trier grabbed a soldier from the third rank and casually arched forward.

However, the moment the piece touched the board, the crystal piece suddenly shattered!

"boom!"

The chess piece had somehow transformed into a large, juicy tomato, its sweet and sour tomato juice smeared all over Trier's face...

"Hahahaha~~" The water sprite lord burst into laughter, looking extremely happy, her blue hair swaying up and down with her wild laughter.

With her laughter, the teapot, teacups, and chess pieces came to life, and they laughed along, creating a dizzying roar that echoed throughout the silver castle.

Even the demigods of the Dream Realm burst into laughter.

"Trier, you've finally met your match... I thought you never made a mistake."

The time traveler silently wiped the tomato sauce off his face, took a deep breath, and used his willpower to suppress the boiling murderous intent in his heart.

Of all the chaotic factions, Trier detests the most the crazy, crazed freaks who are neutral in chaos.

If chaotic evil is an antisocial killer, and chaotic good is a good person who doesn't think, then chaotic neutrality is a completely unpredictable madman—the behavior of chaotic neutral psychopaths is completely erratic, and they often don't even know what they want to do.

To be fair, Trier genuinely believed that a chaotic, neutral madman was more dangerous and destructive than an antisocial, chaotic, evil madman.

After a while, the water sprite finished laughing, and a playful smile appeared on her lips: "Little Edith, wasn't that joke funny?"

Before she could finish speaking, she continued, “Of course it’s not funny to you—after all, you’re a real piece of trash. You’re useless. You can’t use your intelligence, you have no power, you’re just a blind fool. You trust others unconditionally, but they only want to use you… Remember, you have no power to resist, nor the will to resist. Mortals like you are just our puppets.”

[Warning: You are being influenced by "suggestion"!]

[Will immunity granted successfully!]

[You are exempt from the effects of "suggestion".]

Trier stared calmly at the water sprite lord who was talking to himself, and he couldn't help but recall Edith's self-conscious behavior.

“Oh dear~ Little Edith is angry.” The water sprite lord chuckled. “But being angry won’t help, because you’ll forget it all soon—these teachings will be ingrained in your subconscious. You’ll forget my pranks, forget my mockery, and only remember your dejection, remember that you’re a good-for-nothing—you can never escape our control, my dear offspring.”

“Like this—” Fusada snapped her fingers lightly, “Forgot everything, little Edith.”

The next moment, the water sprite conjured a slender oak magic wand out of thin air, and she gently shook it: "Say it after me, I've forgotten it all~"

However, Trier did not sense any magical fluctuations. He glanced at the information panel and saw no trace of spellcasting. In an instant, he realized that the other party was playing a trick on him—Fusada was deceiving him!

So he remained silent and stared at the other person.

The water sprite patted its chest and let out a long, exaggerated sigh.

"You scared me to death, little Edith." She slowly stood up. "I thought that old lich had discovered our secret. If he really gave you some magical item, you might actually be able to maintain enough self-awareness in your dreams!"

“That crazy old lich,” Fusada pinched her nose in disdain. “Who knows how old it is? It might be older than Losevie. Even in its condition, it still tries to possess young people, traveling all the way here to defile our lovely little Edith. It’s disgusting.”

"Oh right, it seems to have gotten mixed up with that stupid fireball too, damn it."

"Forget about it for now, let's eat something first!"

The water sprite suddenly clapped her hands, and the hard diamond chessboard turned into soft, fluffy mangoes in the next moment.

"Eat something, little Edith. You need to improve your physical fitness, otherwise it won't be good if Losevie comes back in poor health."

"You eat first—I'll think about how to punish that arrogant lich once things settle down..."

Fusada frowned deeply, carefully considering her plan.

"I want to turn it into... um... into... hey, I've got it!"

The water sprite's eyes suddenly lit up: "I'll let it watch you be replaced by Loseville little by little. That would be very interesting, wouldn't it?"

"A genius prank! I'm such a genius!" Fusada happily broke off a piece of the chessboard and started eating fruit. "I can't wait for that day!"

"Fusada is still as disgusting as ever, that narcissistic psychopath," the crowd thought to Trier in a low voice.

This time, Trier genuinely agreed with the opinions of the crowd—in just a few minutes, the transmigrator had developed a deep-seated malice and murderous intent towards this talkative, hyperactive, and extremely mentally unstable nymph.

If he weren't unsure of the opponent's location, he would have liked to throw a "Hellball" right now and smash it into the opponent's smug, arrogant face.

“But don’t be impulsive,” the crowd warned in a deep voice. “Although Fusada’s behavior is bizarre and crazy, she is always cautious. What you are facing now is definitely her illusion.”

"Alright, let's switch scenes now~" Fusada jumped up happily, "Next stop—Demon Rift."

"Madam, are you leaving?" Trier suddenly asked. "How can I find you?"

“When your will fades away, you will naturally find me.” The water sprite cheerfully picked up her teacup and took a sip. “Cherish the little time you have left. Don’t take responsibility too seriously. Enjoy your last moments, little Edith.”

The next moment, she snapped her fingers, and then nothing happened.

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Chapter 227 Fusada (Part 3)

"Eh?"

The water sprite looked puzzled. She unconsciously flapped her wings, and the next moment, she snapped her fingers again as if she didn't believe it.

"Change it!"

"--Snapped!"

The surrounding scenery remained unchanged, and sunlight still shone on the mirror-like silver castle.

Trier sat calmly in his chair, watching the water sprite with a smile.

In the dream world, time, space, and even causality are completely chaotic. For a powerful dream demigod like Fusada, manipulating the depths of another's dream through the dream world is extremely simple. However, if the object she manipulates is another being with a demigod status, it will certainly not be so easy, and she herself has a demigod status in the dream world.

"That's strange, isn't the power of the clones enough?"

Fusada muttered to herself as she hurriedly stood up and looked around.

Trier knew very well that the water sprite in front of him was just a phantom controlled by his true self. He always believed in planning before acting and never gave his opponent a chance to resist once he made a move. Since he could not kill the water sprite now, he might as well cooperate for the time being.

With this thought in mind, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Snap!" The water sprite snapped her fingers for the third time.

The next moment, the scorching heat and the deafening shouts of battle exploded in Trier's ears.

He slowly opened his eyes and found himself standing on a yellow sandy slope soaked in blood.

The sky was ablaze with red, and countless meteors, their trails swaying, crashed down on the ground like rain.

Within the crimson clouds, an ancient silver dragon, its wings outstretched and its body covered in blood, battled a colossal insect-like monster. Sulfur-colored, murky blood mingled with the dragon's gold as blood rained down. Above the clouds, angels could be faintly seen roaming about, also clashing with countless demons. Blasphemous scythes, decapitation swords, and holy lightsabers rained down with the blood and severed limbs.

Trier silently withdrew his gaze.

Without a doubt, this is a dream about the front lines of the Demon Rift. If we consider Fusada's goal of dominating Edith, then this should be Losevie's dream.

Thinking of this, he looked at his weapons—a long spear adorned with a large blue banner and a simple, unadorned axe. Within his body, an indescribable power surged, a boundless divine force resonating in every corner of his being.