Before Yu Ming could think further, instinctually—forced his gaze back up and that was when he saw it her eyes… were open.
In that instant, the haze clouding his mind shattered completely and he remembered something that were forgotten. However, this time the terror he felt was countless times more compared to when he had gazed at Julia's eyes.
What replaced it was not awe or admiration boundless, suffocating terror.
His entire existence seemed to freeze as his consciousness was dragged into those eyes. Then he saw those eyes were countless pupils, but this time they seemed more fearsome.
Layer upon layer, overlapping and shifting, as if innumerable gazes were stacked within a single pair of eyes. Each pupil seemed alive, observing, analyzing, remembering.
"Ah—"
Yu Ming tried to speak, but no sound came out. His thoughts spiraled into chaos as fragments of memory surged forth—fear, instinct, something primal screaming at him to run.
The quill drifted closer and shot like an arrow
Puchi.
A soft, almost insignificant sound echoed as the quill—Dreamer's Scriptwriter—pierced straight through Yu Ming's head.
"ROAR—!"
"ROOOOAR—!!"
Suddenly, two deafening dragon roars erupted as if they were clashing violently as if refusing to be subdued. For a brief moment, it felt as though something might break free.
However—Qian Renxue smiled eerily.
The moment that smile appeared, the two roaring dragons choked.
Their voices were cut off abruptly, as if unseen hands had seized their throats and crushed them without mercy.
Yu Ming's vision dimmed rapidly.
The last thing he saw… was that smile, that gentle, terrifying smile. His consciousness sank, falling endlessly into oblivion, without even the chance to struggle.
…
A few moments passed. The quill slowly withdrew from Yu Ming's skull.
The Dreamer's Scriptwriter hovered quietly in the air.
But it was no longer the same.
Its body now bore a clear, intricate pattern—an elegant dragon coiled along its length. The carving seemed alive, faintly pulsing with a restrained, ancient power. It was no longer merely a tool of dreams.
It had been… upgraded. Qian Renxue gazed at it silently.
A trace of satisfaction flickered across her expression.
"Mm…"
A soft murmur escaped her lips, barely audible. Then, without another glance, she slowly closed her eyes once more.
For a moment she had switched to her form of Goddess of Dreams and memories as its 6th divine ring had absorbed some of the divine energy of Eros and her passive skill Charm was upgraded.
Then she seamlessly switched to the Angel Goddess persona
The five golden rings behind her head rotated faintly, while the illusory sixth ring flickered, just a little more solid than before.
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Divine Council
A solemn silence hung over the grand hall, as the God Kings took seat in their high thrones.
At the center stood Eros God.Gone was his usual languid charm. His posture was respectful, his head slightly bowed, yet there was still a trace of unwillingness hidden beneath his expression.
Before him, seated upon a high throne, Asura God looked down with an indifferent gaze.
"Do you know," Asura God spoke slowly, his voice echoing through the hall like a verdict already decided, "the mistake you have committed?"
Eros God did not raise his head.
"I do," he replied calmly. "It is against the laws of the Divine Realm for a god to interfere directly in the mortal world."
He paused briefly, then continued, his tone gaining a faint edge.
"But my inheritor was in danger."
A ripple of faint murmurs of other gods spread across the hall, though none dared to interrupt.
Eros God lifted his gaze slightly,.
"The Sin Goddess of Lust targeted him. Under such circumstances, am I to simply watch as my inheritor is erased?"
There was a hint of frustration.
"And now…" he continued, his brows tightening faintly, "I cannot even sense divine energy in him anymore. His aura has completely vanished. He must already be dead."
For a fleeting moment, genuine regret flashed across his face.
"Tell me, Asura God… where am I supposed to find another inheritor like him? One with fifty percent compatibility with my divine energy before even completing the trials?"
"That level of synchronization is no less than a miracle."
His words were not entirely an excuse.
After all, even gods were bound by limitations. Finding a suitable inheritor was never easy—let alone one so naturally aligned.
Yet—Before Asura God could respond, a mocking laughter rang out.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
The figure of Se You—the Sin Goddess of Lust stepped forward from among the gathered gods.
Her expression was filled with amusement, her eyes gleaming with ridicule as she looked directly at Eros God.
"Well," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "it seems I've learned something new today."
She tilted her head slightly, as if genuinely pondering.
"If your inheritor is too incompetent to protect himself… you simply blame others?"
Se You's smile widened.
"I think your 'precious' inheritor died because of his own stupidity."
Her tone sharpened.
"Not because of me."
She took another step forward, her gaze turning cold.
"Unlike you—who actually broke the rules of the Divine Realm and descended your divine intent into the mortal world… to fight another inheritor."
Her words struck like a hammer.
Eros God's expression darkened slightly, though he did not immediately retaliate. His fingers twitched faintly at his side, betraying the irritation beneath his composed exterior.
Yu Ming's death… was strange. Eros God could only sense that his divine energy had vanished abruptly, as if it had been cut off entirely.
And no one present knew how it had happened.
"Ahem."
The faint cough from Asura God instantly suppressed the rising tension in the hall.
"Sin Goddess of Lust," he said evenly, "this matter also involves you."
A brief pause followed, his tone turning colder.
"As far as I am aware, that inheritor belonged to Rakshasa. On what basis did you interfere and impose a trial upon her?"
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(AN: Dream Scriptwriter is upgraded, suggest some good names if you want to rename it)