Chapter 538: True... Curse! (Large Chapter!) (2/4)

Chapter 538: The True... Curse! (Large Chapter!) (2/4)

"In an adult's world, there shouldn't be only pure love and hatred. At the very least, it shouldn't be expressed so bluntly and simply."

Philomena shook her head, raised her hand, and pointed at her grandmother, speaking very calmly:

"But, this is a dream."

In an instant, green vines extended from inside the small wooden cabin, quickly clinging to Mrs. Felsher and binding her.

This was Philomena's own dream. In her dream, she ought to possess a higher level of initiative.

Philomena continued to lift her arm,

And Mrs. Felsher was slowly hoisted up, her feet leaving the floor.

"Grandmother, if reality and dreams are exactly the same, both in a realistic and delicate style, then does the dream still have a reason to exist?"

Philomena clenched her fist.

The vines bound around Mrs. Felsher began to quickly burrow into her body, the terrifying force causing a suppressed grinding sound where the vines intersected.

But the expected scene of being crushed into mincemeat did not appear. After reaching a certain point, all the compression seemed to fall into a dynamic standstill, and not a single trace of panic showed on Mrs. Felsher's face.

"Naivety is the most laughable personality trait in this world. Do you really think that in a dream, you are qualified to lie down and enjoy leisure?"

"Hum!"

The vines burst apart, and the entire wooden cabin began to tremble violently at this moment. All the furnishings in the room began to shift, and even the table tilted to the ground, the plates upon it sliding off to produce a series of shattering sounds.

Inside the cabin, only Mrs. Felsher and Philomena remained standing steadily, as if their existence was completely unaffected by the surrounding environment.

Around the two of them, dense patterns appeared, expanding outward like a spider's web.

They belonged to the same family and shared the same bloodline, and Philomena had been raised single-handedly by Mrs. Felsher, even if her method of raising children left much to be desired.

Therefore, it was only natural that the two of them were now engaging in a dream duel in almost identical ways.

With the passage of time, the grandmother and granddaughter filled the environment around them with patterns. The forces of both sides intertwined, with each present within the other, inseparable.

Then, Philomena moved. She spread her left hand, and a Spear of Order condensed within it. With a flash of her figure, she appeared before Mrs. Felsher, the tip of the spear thrusting straight toward Mrs. Felsher's face.

Mrs. Felsher's figure flickered, and like the sound of leather tearing apart, she vanished from the spot.

Philomena quickly pursued, coming outside the wooden cabin.

Mrs. Felsher landed in the vegetable garden. As Philomena prepared to rush at her again, she raised her hand, gesturing for her granddaughter to look at the sky.

Philomena lifted her head and looked toward the sky.

Previously inside the small wooden cabin, her struggle with her grandmother for control had actually been evenly matched;

Only this could ensure that the two could engage in an equal slaughter under the same baseline. Otherwise, if one side dominated the dreamscape, they would be the ruler, making a fight impossible.

But now, the sky was completely covered by a gigantic spider web.

She and her grandmother had been fighting inside the wooden cabin, yet it was as if her grandmother had been using one finger to play with her while effortlessly covering and mastering this entire dreamscape.

Philomena took a long, deep breath. She knew the gap between her and her grandmother was vast, but she really hadn't expected it to be this vast.

"I told you long ago that the ability bestowed upon you by your family bloodline is to let you treat dreams as reality. You could have possessed faster growth, more efficient growth than others. You can learn and comprehend anything quickly because dreams can provide you with better conditions.

I was originally quite proud of you, my granddaughter, because you were excellent enough in my eyes.

Even when you told me that you met someone named Karen, saying at first that he was just like you, and later that he was stronger than you, grandmother felt this was normal.

In this world, there are always some true geniuses who can rely on nothing yet leave their own brilliant radiance within the starry sky. The person grandmother always talks about was just like that.

But now, you show me that you have always treated this dream as a place to dwell and rest.

Hehehe...

Philomena Felsher, you have wasted... no, you have defiled your own talent and bloodline."

Philomena asked in return: "Is there any meaning to it? In any case, everything was made into clothes for you."

"Do you mean to say that you have given up?"

Philomena did not speak, but her hands dropped down.

"If you have truly given up, then grandmother's disappointment today is truly too much.

Well then,

Everything is over."

Mrs. Felsher raised her hand, and a massive grey vortex appeared in the sky above. A beam of light was condensing within the vortex, representing the conclusion of this dream, which could also be called a replacement.

"That should be enough."

A man's voice came through.

Felsher turned her head to look back. In the vegetable patch behind her, a man and a woman had appeared—one was her son, and the other was her daughter-in-law.

"Hehehe, have you even fashioned your parents in your dream? Sigh, truly a little girl who will never grow up.

Furthermore, I am sorry to tell you that while the father is fashioned quite well, your mother did not possess such an aura; you have beautified her somewhat."

"Mother." The man stared at Mrs. Felsher.

Mrs. Felsher frowned slightly, then seemed to realize something and smiled: "Heh, my dog of a son has actually been living inside his own daughter's dream all this time."

"Mother, stay your hand. Everything should come to an end."

"A thing like a dog. You are not worthy of standing and speaking to me. I do not have a son like you."

Mrs. Felsher pointed her finger downward, and the beam of light that had condensed on the canopy of the sky shone directly onto Philomena.

Philomena did not dodge, because here, dodging was completely impossible.

However, after the beam of light shone down, Philomena still stood very steadily within it, without the slightest change.

Instead, it was the man who reached out to push away his wife beside him, while he himself began to melt like a wax statue placed under high heat.

"Mother, it can end now."

The man walked toward Mrs. Felsher even as he melted.

Mrs. Felsher's gaze narrowed slightly, and she said: "So, this isn't my dear granddaughter's dream. This is a dream your father wove for you."

"Yes, Mother. This is my dream. Whatever you made me do in reality, I will make you do in my dream."

"You truly are a good father."

"Mother, stay your hand."

The man collapsed to the ground, yet crawled forward like a dog, finally wrapping his arms tightly around Mrs. Felsher's legs.

"Mother... stay your hand."

"It is impossible for me to stay my hand. No one is qualified to command me to stop. I have prepared so many years for this day!"

The man's body was gradually turning into a pool of mud, and this dreamscape also began to gradually darken.

Mrs. Felsher turned her gaze toward Philomena: "My good granddaughter, where on earth is your dream, then?"

"You are tired," Philomena said. "Perhaps it can end today. I want to hold a funeral for him."

"Look, naive again. In your eyes, he should have died long ago. In your perception, there shouldn't be a role like a father; you don't need him at all!"

Yes, I am weary, but it is precisely because of this weariness that I am no longer willing to wait.

Today,

I shall fulfill my desire; today, I shall bring an end to the Felcher family curse!

Today is a rainy day,

And I want tomorrow to clear."

Madame Felcher raised her arm: "Let the sky not darken; I have not declared it over, so no one is permitted to leave."

The dreamscape, which had been on the verge of fading away alongside the man's demise, was forcibly halted in its collapse by Madame Felcher's control.

At that very moment, within that puddle of muck upon the ground, the man's face surfaced once more, and he cried out aloud:

"Nightmare Imprisonment!"

The flow of the surrounding space froze in an instant.

This dream was now sustained by Madame Felcher herself, which meant she was effectively inflicting this imprisonment upon her own being.

"My good son, beautifully done."

The words had barely left Madame Felcher's lips when Philomena raised her hand, and upon the wooden planks of the cabin behind her, a terrifying crimson suddenly surged forth, transforming into a streak of flowing light that dashed straight toward Madame Felcher.

"What... is this thing?"

Though Madame Felcher was currently unable to move, she still lifted her hand in an attempt to condense a barrier before her sufficient to withstand the impact, for she instinctively sensed the dreadful nature of this power.

Faint though it was, it belonged to an entirely different echelon of existence!

On the sacrificial island, the artifact spirit of the Dark Moon Bone had left a portion of her power within Philomena's dream, having discovered Philomena's secret and felt a profound empathy.

At this precise moment, Philomena finally brought forth the gift that had been bestowed upon her.

In an instant, the crimson beam pierced through all of Madame Felcher's defenses, penetrating her body with almost no resistance at all.

Madame Felcher's body bent forward, her mouth agape.

"Ah... ah..."

A continuous tremor issued from her throat, and crimson fissures manifested across her form, within which faint glimmers of fire faintly showed.

The muck upon the ground spread out entirely at this time, resembling the appearance of a tunnel, its internal blackness coiling outward.

Madame Felcher instinctively lowered her head, looking beneath her own feet.

Philomena, meanwhile, appeared directly before Madame Felcher, placing a single hand against her grandmother's chest before falling backward with her, plunging together into the blackness below.

...

"Buzz!"

Madame Felcher gradually grew accustomed to the darkness before her eyes, though it held little meaning, for in this place, nothing existed save for the dark.

"Is this your true dream?"

"Yes, Grandmother."