Chapter 19 Nearly Godlike
The next moment!
[Resurrection from Misery]——
An unprecedented and immense power burst forth from Yara's body!
Yara stomped his foot on the ground.
Instantly, he stepped into the air and rode the wind!
His speed broke the sound barrier, and his figure broke through the black clouds!
He stood atop the clouds, with a bright, clear moon above his head.
The laurel blossoms are fragrant, and golden light shines down upon the world.
At that moment, he felt incredibly powerful!
However, the more powerful he became... the more he appreciated the greatness of the Lord of Heaven...
As if viewed from within a well, it resembles the bright, clear moon!
It's like being in the sky, looking at it like the vast universe!
but--
If those so-called Olympian gods really exist.
He even felt that he was no weaker than the so-called gods at this moment!
Like that truly, so-called—
God among men!
However, this powerful force was ultimately only temporary...
He quickly sensed his strength receding like the tide, and he landed back on the ground...
I stood on that wasteland of ruins.
A hole was torn in the dark clouds in the sky.
The long-unseen moonlight formed a bright pillar of light.
The light shone on the place where Yara landed.
It appears pure and sacred...
Dick, who had just woken up, was standing nearby.
stunned.
He witnessed Yara descending from the sky...
I witnessed it with my own eyes—
The Messiah's miracle.
...
There was no time to explain.
"quick!"
"Find me some bottles!"
Yara was extremely anxious.
Seeing this, Dick hurriedly tossed the water bottles of the group to Yara.
Yara quickly pulled out a dagger and ripped off his own thumbnail, causing flesh to rip and blood to spill out.
The excruciating pain caused Yara to break out in a cold sweat!
[Resurrection from Misery]——
In an instant, the pain transformed into power, rising up from his body once more!
It endowed him with unparalleled speed.
Instantly, he galloped across the wasteland like a runaway horse.
The parched earth was trampled with countless footprints, raising clouds of dust.
Yara frantically chased after the fleeing black mist dream demons...
Like a lion, chasing its prey.
final.
Dick looked on in shock and confusion.
Yara, carrying the full load of bottles and jars, returned to the shelter, completely satisfied.
"Am I still dreaming...?" Dick rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was still dreaming.
Yara looked at the bottle in her arms with regret and said, "It's such a pity. The first one was drained to death by [Resurrection of Suffering] because the pain it inflicted on me was too intense... Now there are only three left."
"Wait, wait!"
What are these?
"And why did you fall from the sky?"
What exactly happened while I was asleep?
Dick was utterly confused.
Just now, to test whether he was still asleep, he had slapped himself hard several times. However, the lingering handprints and the burning pain on his cheeks clearly told him—
I am definitely not dreaming.
So even if this fact is absurd, it is still a fact!
Only then did Yara notice Dick, who had two red handprints on his face.
He smiled and expressed his apology:
"Sorry, friend, the situation was just urgent..."
"I didn't have time to explain it to you in detail."
Dick returned an awkward smile.
Thanks to the Black Mist Dream Demon, Pan and Old Tyr, two golden warriors who usually have trouble sleeping, are now fast asleep.
It looks like it's having a nice dream; the snoring is gentle and even.
Yara and Dick sat down together by the wall.
Seeing the longing in Dick's eyes, Yara began to explain:
"You should have already witnessed my abilities."
Dick nodded, recalling their recent encounter in the zombie forest.
It was only through Yara's incredibly powerful strength that they managed to fight their way out of the encirclement of countless corpses.
"Of course I know!"
"But I don't understand why you always have to hurt yourself whenever you use that power?"
Dick was somewhat worried about Yara's mental state...
"Yes, that's the power God gave me..."
"Pain gives strength..."
"And that creature I just saw, I don't know what it is..."
As Yara was speaking, Dick interjected:
"This must be a dream demon. I had an incredibly beautiful dream while I was sleeping just now."
"That's my homeland, my father, my family, they're all still alive..."
"Little Perseus lived happily with us..."
"That was so wonderful... I almost didn't want to wake up..."
As he spoke, a look of reminiscence flickered in Dick's eyes.
But then a wave of fear washed over me.
"Thank goodness you chased them away..."
"Otherwise, I might be forever trapped in my dreams."
Yara nodded, waved the bottles and jars in his hand, and said with a smile:
"I didn't scare them away, I grabbed them and stuffed them into a bottle!"
Dick stared in astonishment at the trembling bottle containing the succubus.
"Their method of attack involves controlling the senses and inflicting extreme pain..."
"This could be extremely fatal for an ordinary person!"
But for me—
"It's truly a gift from God!"
Dick suddenly realized and said, "So the reason you flew into the sky just now was because the pain inflicted by the dream demon was too intense, so the power it fed back to you was also exceptionally strong?"
Yara's joy was evident, and he nodded.
Dick felt a growing sense of awe for the 'God' that Yara spoke of.
He then asked with some curiosity, "How strong?"
Yara thought for a moment and replied with a short sentence.
Dick was stunned into silence—
"...almost like a god."
He glanced at the three precious bottles of Dream Demon hanging from his waist.
Yara sighed:
"Unfortunately, there are only three Dream Demons."
"Perhaps, my whole life..."
"There are only three chances..."
...
In the middle of the night.
Yara and Dick took turns on duty.
And when the warm sunlight shone through the hole in the dark clouds and fell upon the ruins—
Pan lazily opened his eyes, yawned, stretched, and said to Dick and Yara, "Good morning, everyone. I haven't slept this well in ages..."
"I even had a nice dream, haha."
He realized something was wrong only after he finished speaking.
"No...no, a qualified soldier should always be vigilant!"
"Gods above, how did I fall asleep last night...?"
Pan covered his face, feeling extremely guilty.
"This has nothing to do with you..."
"It's a dream demon."
Old Tyr, who was standing nearby, had actually woken up before dawn.
His seasoned experience and vigilance meant that he couldn't sleep soundly at all after the dream demon's hypnotic effect wore off.
Dick and Yara then came over and told the two of them what had happened last night.
Old Tyre sighed:
"I thought dream monsters had long since disappeared from the world..."
"I never imagined we'd meet again here..."
As he spoke, he touched the bracelet in his pocket that was engraved with the word "beloved".
His cloudy eyes were filled with memories of the past:
"Actually, even in the dream, I knew I'd been attacked by a nightmare..."
Old Tilton paused, then sighed.
"She can't possibly come back to life..."
Yara had great respect for this old swordsman, a man with a lot of stories to tell.
The same goes for Dick and Pan.
"Let's keep going."
"Now I have a lot more confidence..."
Yara addressed the crowd.
Pan was a little stunned.
But seeing Yara's spirited demeanor, he gladly chose to trust her.
"His Majesty said your power comes from Zeus, so dealing with that lion will be a piece of cake!"
The group packed their weapons and prepared to set off.
"No, not Zeus... it's God, the power of God!"
"Oh, God...that's fine too."
The wind blows across the wasteland, across the ruins and into the distance.
The journey continues.
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