Chapter 363 Harold: Ah Mei Luo!
"That's good."
Sora said, without hesitation letting several wind blades fly out from his fingertips.
The sharp and dense wind carried mint-blue starlight and quickly attacked the pretender who had no power to resist.
The little golden flower trembled and raised its leaves to cover its stamens, but anyone could see that this was just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Paimon couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands, daring not to look at this cruel scene.
But just before the wind blades were about to touch the pretender and tear it apart, all the wind blades disappeared out of thin air, silently.
Although he had expected this, Kong was still slightly stunned by the scene before him.
"Ah, it's gone!"
Paimon's scream brought Kong back to his senses from his brief hesitation. Before he could rejoice in having found the "culprit" who trapped them in the dream, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
The extra weight on his shoulders made Kong's pupils shrink suddenly. Then, he heard a teasing male voice:
"Traveler, if those attacks just now had hit you, you would have to work as my graduate student for the rest of your life to pay off your debts."
"Wow!" Paimon flew back one meter in horror.
The man appeared between her and Sora without any warning like a ghost, and Paimon felt her heart pounding with fear.
Kong turned his head and looked the man up and down. He looked very young, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with silver hair that gradually turned mint blue at the ends. He was wearing a single-sided cloak in a very Sumeru style, decorated with many gold ornaments.
"Harold?" Kong looked at the man, then at the "disguiser" on the ground. Obviously, Harold did not become a "disguiser". His previous guess was wrong.
"Ah, he is Harold?" Paimon asked in surprise.
The image of Harold that she had first imagined emerged in her mind: two meters tall, with a square face and beard, muscular, and carrying a hoe in his hand...
"Uh..." Paimon shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the image in his mind.
"You are the Traveler and Paimon, right? You almost hurt my precious experimental subject." Harold said, his eyes shifting to the trembling "Pretender".
Harold rubbed his forehead and thought: He is worthy of being a traveler, this is worthy of being the fourth disaster, he is really naughty.
"The famous scholars of Xumi also know us? It seems that we are really famous." Paimon said to Kong.
After saying that, she scratched her head belatedly: "...What precious experimental subject? Isn't this your dream world?"
"Of course this is my dream world, but at the same time, it can also be said to be my research institute - do you think the Pretender and the Liar Flower can dream?" asked Haroldt.
"...What a strange question." Paimon hesitated for a long time and found that he could not follow Haroldt's thoughts at all.
Harold held his chin with one hand and smiled as he said, "Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a philosopher in Liyue. He dreamed of a butterfly during his nap. When he woke up, he was very confused. He didn't know whether he had turned into a butterfly in his dream, or the butterfly had turned into him in his dream."
"...Traveler, I feel like I'm going to faint." Paimon wanted to cry but had no tears.
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1. "...Me too."
2. “What does this have to do with your research?”]
Harold picked up the pretender from the ground and put it in his pocket, saying, "You think, since we can dream, then animals and plants with intelligence may also dream, but there is no relevant record in the classics collected by the Amyrido Academy.
However, in Xumi, dreams can be converted into energy through the void. If we can utilize the dreams of these creatures, perhaps we can develop a new energy source.
From what I’ve observed… pretenders can dream, and because they don’t wear the Void, their dreams won’t be absorbed, and the Order can’t force them into my dreams, but they can still break in sometimes—”
Paimon couldn't help but yell, "Wait, you're here just to do this?! Weren't you forced by the Order?"
Kong also looked at Harold with suspicion and caution. What Harold was thinking seemed to be a far cry from his previous guess. He felt more and more that Harold had the potential to become a weekly boss.
"Forced? Of course, that's true in the eyes of those who know." Harold said lightly, "But letting you enter my dream world is exactly what I want, and doing research is just a side thing."
"...I don't quite understand, Traveler, do you understand?" Paimon asked.
Sora: "I think he will explain it to us."
Harold: "It's a long story, so I'll just pick out the main points, traveler. In fact, we knew about the conspiracy of the Order of the Lords a long time ago. A few years ago, we speculated that the actions of the Order of the Lords might be related to the gods."
"You knew it a few years ago?! Wait, what did you say... 'related to God'? We still don't know what the Court of the Lords is going to do..." Paimon said distressedly.
"The House of the Decrees wants to create new gods. This is something we discovered accidentally," said Harold.
"What?!" Paimon was very surprised.
Sora stroked his chin with one hand, thinking about the credibility of Harold's words.
"That's why they collect the dreams of the residents. Dreams are powerful and can be used as energy to drive large machines, just like human wishes."
Harold held up a finger, then another, "The same goes for God's canned knowledge."
"There are also the Heart of God and the Body of God. When these three are combined, an artificial god is born." Harold raised three fingers and shook them.
"How far have they progressed?" Sora asked.
"Everything that needs to be done has been done. We're just a little short of energy, but the impact isn't that big. It's probably that if we could originally exert a percentage of our strength, now we can only exert 90%." Harold said casually.