The Creators: From Night City

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"Where is the answer I'm looking for?"

"Although the Sumerian civilization, the former rulers of this land, perished, it still left behind a precious legacy for this land."

"They worship the unseen unknown, pay homage to the supreme being from afar, build underground caves, coexist with God, and crystallize all their communication with God into the 'Holy Grail'."

"Although these past events have been lost to the distant past, in this long dream, the figure of the last queen of Sumer still lingers between many nightmares."

"Her child, the unborn divine child Mego, binds her soul through that unbreakable bloodline."

William raised his scepter with considerable effort and gently pointed it toward the direction of Moonlit Lake.

"With your abilities, it shouldn't be too difficult for you to find her figure in your dream by following the clues."

"What's another suggestion?"

"There is also competition among those in power. They scheme against each other and direct their subordinate forces to fight each other, all in order to prevent the other from being born first."

"Of all these things, what could be more straightforward than 'hunting'?" Master William casually remarked, explaining the origins of the Yharnam hunters.

"The first hunter, Gehrman, and the original hunter workshop."

Master William truly lived up to his reputation as the most learned and wise person in all of Yharnam. Although the two did not have much communication, he was able to deduce Jiang Bing's true intentions based solely on the information he 'observed'. He quickly clarified the situation of the entire dream and provided crucial clues.

At least Jiang Bing was very satisfied.

According to Master William, Euden and the Moon Goddess were fighting over who would give birth to the divine child first.

Odon, with the help of the Mensis school, attempted to resurrect the deceased god Mego, while the Moon Goddess had long ago intervened in the Yharnam hunters, using the guise of 'hunting' to equally eliminate all possibilities of the birth of 'superiors'.

Finding the last Sumerian queen is equivalent to finding Megol, and finding Megol is equivalent to finding the invisible Euden.

Finding the first hunter, Gehrman, would undoubtedly lead to finding the Moon Goddess who was hiding behind the scenes and controlling the 'hunter' group.

It can only be said that Master William truly deserves to be called the founder of the 'inner eye'; his 'vision' is indeed broad.

"Since you have made up your mind, let Rom wake up from his endless dream, free him from the shackles of his endless mission, and let the moon phases resume their course."

Having said all that, old William stopped hiding his true feelings.

"Let time pass, let the blood moon descend, and when the blood stains the earth, it will be the long-awaited birth for the 'superiors'."

"At such a critical juncture, surely none of those who yearn for offspring would think of running away."

Jiang Bing suddenly turned around and stared intently at the old man who seemed to be lost in thought, inwardly affirming the man's wisdom.

That's ruthless. This Master William has seen Jiang Bing's true nature and still speaks like this. He's clearly planning to take this opportunity to send all the 'higher-ups' on their way.

This is a cunning scheme to use someone else to kill a god.

The reason why this is a calculated move is precisely because it is a win-win solution that makes it difficult for Jiang Bing to refuse.

The ancient gods longed to give birth to divine children to complete themselves; this was a desire rooted in their very being, even transcending life and death.

Master William clearly intended to use 'childbirth' as ​​bait to pin down all the 'superiors' in the dream, making it easier for Jiang Bing to hunt them down.

Chapter 831 The Foolish Spider Rom

Below the terrace lies the clear waters of Yuebang Lake. Whether by coincidence or not, the reflection of the bright moon hanging high in the sky on the water is perfectly mirrored below the terrace.

The three hunters followed Jiang Bing to the edge of the terrace, preparing to jump into the water, when Master William suddenly spoke up from behind them.

Does Yharnam outside still exist?

"It's here, but it's almost deserted," Jiang Bing replied before disappearing.

Without further hesitation, the crow and the two old hunters jumped off the terrace together, and the feathered serpent lantern followed her straight to the water.

But for a long time, no sound of water falling reached the terrace.

The terrace returned to silence and emptiness, and Master William lay back in his rocking chair, seemingly drifting off to sleep as the chair gently rocked.

After a long while, he let out a barely audible sigh.

.........

Dreams are illusory and illogical; here, representation and symbolism are equally important.

Just like the bright moon hanging high in the sky is untouchable, but its reflection on the water is right within reach.

The three hunters leaped into the moon's reflection in the water, without experiencing the process of entering the water. Instead, it was as if they had broken through a barrier and fallen into a hidden dream.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, so close you could almost touch it.

The earth is a soft, dreamlike surface of water, while the sky is its reflection.

Deep within this silent space, a foolish spider lies prone on the ground, peacefully sleeping in the reflection of the moon on the water's surface.

Without a doubt, this pure white space is His dream.

"'Another one in a higher position'?" Henrik asked doubtfully, though he was no longer as surprised as he had been at the beginning.

In just one night, he encountered so many people in positions of authority that he was almost desensitized.

"The Foolish Spider Rom"

Jiang Bing transformed from the lantern and gazed at the monster with its spider-shaped rock body covered in unknown fuzzy flowers, but felt no joy.

"Let's go, let's solve this. We have more important things to do."

Just like in human society, there are also hierarchies among the 'superiors'. Compared to the likes of 'Moon God' and 'Odon', Rom is clearly a lower-ranking member among the superiors.

It doesn't have much combat power.

The great dream realm of Yharnam is itself composed of the collective subconscious of countless beings immersed in dreams. Among them, the most powerful individuals will carve out their own dream realms within it, calling themselves a world.

'Ru Mi' is the result of Jiang Bing's imitation.

However, unlike many of the higher beings, 'Rumi' exists independently. It does not rely on this world, but rather attaches itself to 'Heimul'.

Rom's dream, on the other hand, remains closely connected to the main dream of Yharnam.

However, compared to the main dream, this dream is more private, and the 'tentacles' of other superiors cannot easily reach into it.

This gave Jiang Bing room to maneuver.

The crows raised lanterns, the candlelight blazed brightly, and the flames rose up as tiny sparks.

She is making contact with a 'great being' who is eyeing her from outside the realm.

'Stupid Spider' Rom has finally become 'smart'.

Its spiritual vision is frantically warning that death is ever-present, like a dark cloud overhead.

So it frantically tried to interrupt the crow's entire ceremony.

A swarm of spiders, identical in appearance to Him, were summoned and surged toward the crow like a tide, but were firmly held back by two old hunters with upgraded weapons. Furthermore, although the crow held up its lantern, it could still move normally. Rom tried every method imaginable, but to no avail, failing to affect the crow in the slightest.

Just as it screamed and prepared to summon more spiders to overwhelm the enemy, it suddenly trembled all over, and the segmented limbs under its abdomen went limp and the entire huge body froze on the spot.

A scorching gaze emanated from the chaos, fixing itself intently on Him.

The sparks rising from the lantern had already permeated Rom's dream to a sufficient 'critical threshold'.

Outside the dream, Rom's dream was illuminated by golden flames, shining brightly and providing clear spacetime coordinates for the [Lord of Eternal Flame] and Heimul.

The next instant, to the astonishment of the three hunters, a huge spatial rift suddenly opened in the sky that reflected the earth, from which endless golden flames surged forth.

A golden blade, as large as a mountain, emerged from it, pinning 'Stupid Spider' Rom to the sword as if it were stabbing a fly.

A soaring golden holy flame suddenly rose, and as the greatsword retracted, Rom's corpse was swept into the spatial rift.

The pure white space began to shake violently.

"What are you still standing there for? Get in the car. This dream is about to fall apart."

Jiang Bing appeared beside the three of them at some unknown time and urged them on.

The crow instinctively raised its lantern, summoning the ghost train that travels through many dreams.

Father Gascoigne and Henrik, having just witnessed the power of the Lord of Eternal Flame, were stiff-limbed like Jiang Binggao's imitation of the intelligent robot from Kangtao, struggling to move into the train carriage.

The train crashed through the border of dreams, speeding along the gap between nightmares.

Behind me, a dream quietly shatters like a bubble in the sunlight.

Henrik, with his sharp eyes, spotted something horrifying through the train window.

A colossal creature, resembling a withered tree but possessing dozens of arms, swam through the void. One went, the other went. They brushed past each other.

The other's enormous head resembled a honeycomb, its grid filled with huge eyes. In the instant the two crossed paths, it seemed to sense something and suddenly leaned out of the train window. But after a cursory glance at the ghost train, it seemed to lose interest and sped off towards the place where the dream shattered.

"What is that?" Henrik let out a long breath and put down the gun he was holding tightly.

"Yamigodala"

Jiang Bing, who was comfortably seated on the sofa deep inside the carriage, looked at the tonsil stone he was holding tightly in his hand and answered in response.

“The transporters and maintainers of dreams, the slaves among the ‘superiors’.”

The original coiled beast's cognitive information included information about the other party's identity.

He clearly sensed the disturbance caused by the shattering of Rom's dream and rushed there to stabilize the dream.

The other party's spying on the train was actually due to their interest in the tonsil stone in Jiang Bing's hand.

Just now, Jiang Bingcai discovered that the stone was actually a token, and Amigodara was clearly the messenger corresponding to the token, responsible for transporting the holder of the token to the designated dream.

Jiang Bing and his group naturally did not need His 'transportation'.

The culprits, on the other hand, are carried out of the cesspool-like main dream by a ghost train, speeding through the gaps in the dream world.

Jiang Bing held the almond-shaped stone in his palm, and the information within it was quickly deciphered. The coordinates were extracted to provide direction for the speeding train.

Outside the window, the light is dazzling and colorful, and all things in the world are constantly appearing. Only now does it have the dreamlike quality that a dream should have.

Chapter 832 A Dream Within a Dream

Outside the window, a massive, wild mountain of flesh, as large as a giant tree, was writhing slightly. A nightmare, resembling a mayfly but with two heads, accompanied the train as it sped forward.

Just as the starlight and flesh of a starfruit floated in the air, so too did the 'crowds' of people, merging together like melting wax, surge blindly.

All sorts of things—the remnants of thought, malice, fantasies, and all the information excluded from dreams—accumulate and manifest here, including the thoughts of countless humans, beasts, insects, plants, and 'superiors'.

Numerous unknown nightmares, whether intentional or involuntary, blocked the train's path, only to be smashed into mere fragments of information by the roaring steel behemoth. Yet, they could not stop this dream train from reaching its destination.

What Jiang Bing is about to do is a little risky. He needs to use the ghost train as a springboard and the 'token' in his hand as a reference to break into the deeper, more chaotic and disordered information layer of the dream, and search for the traces of the last queen of Sumeru.

Of course, this risk refers to the three hunters. After all, for Jiang Bing, these pent-up thoughts cannot affect him. At most, they may cause a small-scale collapse in the adjacent dream, but they cannot harm him.

Time seemed to lose its meaning here; Henrik waited from being full of interest until he was drowsy before the monotonous journey finally came to an end.

"Wow~Wow~"

"Wow~~"

The faint, ethereal cries of a baby, seemingly coming from nowhere, startled Henrik from his daze.

The train began to decelerate in sync until it gradually came to a stop.

The doors opened, and the train had somehow come to a stop beside a twisted, rocky mountain.

"Stay in the light of the lanterns. This is the border of nightmares, not as safe as it looks." Before getting out of the car, Jiang Bing unusually gave this advice, which made the three of them feel a chill.

"Let's go, follow the sound of crying, and hopefully we'll find something."

A crow carrying a lantern walked at the front of the group, and the four of them stepped into the twisted mountain peak in front of them.

The sky was red, with no stars and no moon.

Only thick, blood-red clouds filled the entire sky, flowing continuously like blood.

As far as the eye can see, the roadside is lined with countless tombstones, one after another, layer upon layer.

A pale white mist swirled around the tombstones, drifting and ethereal, occasionally condensing into distorted human faces.

"Hmm? These tombstones are really strange." Henrik examined the only object that existed on the ground.

“There’s something strange about it.” As a proper straight man, the priest naturally couldn’t let the words fall flat.

"This is a tombstone style from decades ago, while this one has only become popular in recent years."

Henrik pointed to the various tombstones on both sides of the road and listed them.

“Cain Hearst is used to using metal tombstones. Those over there should belong to those tainted vampires, and those others are far too ancient in style.”