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"It's over, am I going to become a Heroic Spirit?" Asher looked at the pitch-black world before him, lost in deep thought. He only remembered that after uttering "Die" twice consecutively during his battle with Vortigern, his mind fell into chaos, and then he saw Morgan. She seemed to have some kind of cooperation with Vortigern?
After that, he remembered nothing at all. Was he killed?
No... Morgan wouldn't do that. Asher was convinced of this from the bottom of his heart. So, was he just simply too tired? Right, after all, Shishou was there, and Sister Morgan was there. His real body should still be salvageable. It seems that he's currently dreaming?
"What is that?" Asher suddenly noticed a figure appearing in the deep darkness ahead. He slowly walked forward, and soon the figure came into view. A very familiar back, at least to Asher. Dressed in a black robe, with a raven perched on his left shoulder and a golden crow on his right, the man tilted his head slightly to look at Asher. A pair of deep eyes peeked out from under the black robe, giving a profound sense of falling into an abyss just by looking at them. He slowly spoke, "When you see a god, why do you not kneel?"
"I've seen you before," Asher said. "Are you the one Skadi is looking for?"
"I am." His voice was filled with majesty, giving off a sacred feeling that made one instinctively want to prostrate oneself just by looking at him. He spoke again.
"Why do you not kneel?"
Asher scratched his head. "I don't believe in gods."
Perhaps feeling that speaking to a god like this was
impolite, and not wanting to anger him, Asher thought for a moment and continued, "Besides, you've been in my body for so long, just consider it your rent for staying there?"
The god's brow arched slightly, seemingly smiling. His figure was like a bubble, as if it could dissipate at any moment. He extended his hand, "Come over here."
"What for?" Asher watched him warily.
"Are you still afraid I'll do something to you?" The god let out a wry chuckle, shaking his head. "Come, child, I won't do anything. Gods do not lie."
"Sister Morgan has lied to me many times..." Asher said.
"..."
"By the way, is this a dream? Or am I awake now?" Asher looked around. It was still a vast darkness. The only thing he could see was the god in front of him. He stood with his hands behind his back, his figure towering, like a king of gods overlooking the world. But for some reason, Asher felt no awe, only a sense of familiarity, as if an old friend he hadn't seen in years had finally reappeared.
This was probably because he had been guiding the other's magical energy for his own use.
"This is a dream," the god said, looking at Asher with a smile in his eyes, "but also not a dream."
Asher: "?"
"I don't understand," Asher said.
"Can you guarantee that your past experiences weren't a
dream, and this is the true reality?" the god continued.
"This is a dream, right?" Asher looked around and asked.
"Why are you so sure?" the god smiled. "Don't you dislike being King Arthur?" Asher was stunned. "How do you know?" Is every god these days a mind reader?
"I am a god," the god said again. "Gods are omniscient and omnipotent."
"But actually, I'm quite happy being King Arthur," Asher said. The god played with a black and white orb of light in his hand. The orb emitted a faint glow, like a living thing, seemingly throbbing slowly. He raised his eyes.
"Your identity as the White Dragon has been discovered.
Perhaps you'll face questioning from your subordinates later. You must feel tired, right?"
"Being tired doesn't mean I dislike King Arthur. Although I've always felt that being King Arthur or not is the same," Asher shook his head. "But I don't dislike being King Arthur."
"This kingship makes you tired, and you even foresee facing doubts from others after you wake up, yet you still don't dislike this throne?" the god asked with interest.
Asher nodded.
"Why?"
"You're not a fish, how would you know the joy of a fish?" In short, you think I'm unhappy, but I'm actually very happy. You only see the first layer, but I'm actually on the fifth layer... Asher's words basically meant this.
The god was slightly speechless, then smiled and shook his head, raising a finger. Asher only felt his body suddenly become light, and then, slowly floated to stand before the god. The god extended his hand, placing the orb of light in front of Asher. The orb was half black and half white, the black and white lights always separated.
It pulsed slowly, like a heart.
"What is this?" Asher asked instinctively.
"Your prize... or rather, what the Goddess of Death painstakingly wanted to give you," the god said.
"This is a dream, right?" Asher asked instinctively. Even getting a prize in a dream would be useless, right?
"I said," the god revealed a gentle smile, "how do you know if this is a dream or not?" The orb of light merged
into Asher's body.
"What exactly is this?" Asher frowned and asked.
"Dragon Factor, you can call it a magic core," the god said. "Or... a White Dragon core."
"White Dragon?" Asher was stunned. "Then why is there black light?"
"I added some seasoning," the god said with a smile.
Why does that sound like something edible?
"And now, it's time to settle our recent score," the god said after explaining, a mischievous expression suddenly appearing on his face.
"Huh?" As Asher looked up, the god flicked Asher's
forehead with his finger, sending him flying backward.
"This is the price for disrespecting a god!" After hearing the god's last words, Asher felt an intense headache. He cursed the god silently for being so petty, then suddenly felt his vision go black.
When Asher opened his eyes again, a forest appeared before him. A lush, green forest. Asher frowned slightly.
Is this a double dream? Was that just a dream? Recalling what the god had given him earlier, Asher tried to feel the changes in his body. He took a deep breath, and magic immediately filled his body. This was the power of a true White Dragon, the White Dragon Core, the power once wielded by Vortigern. With just one breath, abundant magic would immediately be unleashed.
By the way, was that person Odin just now? Asher recalled the man he had seen earlier that sacred feeling, and his attire. It must have been Odin, the Great God. Is Odin dead or alive? Since he can talk to me, he must not be dead yet, right? As Asher thought this, a sword banner suddenly pierced through his left shoulder with a whooshing sound from afar. A sharp pain shot through him, and Asher stumbled and fell to the ground, but his
mood was calm. After all, it was just a dream.
Not only was he calm, he was even thinking to himself: "F*** you, did you hear me, F*** you!" Why am I having such nightmares?! Can't I have some good dreams? Like, in reality, I'm lying in a hospital bed, and a beautiful girl is sitting by my side taking care of me. Maybe she'd lean in and kiss me out of nostalgia or something. By the way, will I wake up and find that I've been asleep for two or three years? Asher suddenly thought for no reason. And then, when I wake up, I'll have a daughter or son... If he had kids, he'd have to consider names, right? If it's a girl, Modred would be nice. If it's a boy, just something simple, like Redmod. Hmm...
"I'm sorry. I don't know if you're an enemy or not. This is the safest thing to do." A cold, clear voice came from a distance, and footsteps slowly approached. Asher snapped out of his fantasy and slowly looked up. A silver-haired woman was approaching him. She held a banner, and a cruel, sadistic smile played on her face. Her golden eyes glinted with cold murderous intent.
"Lily?" Asher asked instinctively. She looked really like Artoria, a corrupted Artoria.
"What foolishness are you speaking?" The woman frowned slightly. "Never mind, let me send you on your way." She raised the banner-spear in her hand.
At that moment, another rushing sound came from the distance. The woman quickly retreated, her gaze fixed on the approaching army and the golden-haired girl leading them. Her long hair was tied into a braid. She stepped forward and walked beside Asher, raising the banner-spear in her hand. "This is as far as you go! You are not to harm innocent people anymore!"
"Lily?" Asher asked again. Why do both of these people look so much like Lily? The girl turned to Asher and smiled, a smile full of holiness. "You've mistaken me for someone else." "My name is Jeanne d'Arc. I'm sorry I couldn't save you sooner."
"It's fine... but I think I can still be saved," Asher said. How could a White Dragon possibly die from a single stab? Moreover, the injury was only on his shoulder. And even if he really died, it was just a dream.
"You..." Jeanne showed a surprised expression, then looked down at the gradually healing wound on Asher's left shoulder, her eyes widening. "You... are the White Dragon?!" Asher nodded blankly. Although he didn't quite understand what she meant, he was indeed the White Dragon. Jeanne's eyes lit up little by little as she looked at Asher, her voice filled with delight: "This must be the Lord's revelation, for us to meet like this."
"This dream is getting crazier and crazier," Asher muttered.
"I'll explain everything to you later, but now I must take you away," Jeanne declared, raising the banner in her hand with resolute determination. Then, Asher heard the clash of swords, as if the two sides had engaged in battle. What is going on? I couldn't have transmigrated again, could I? Asher stared blankly at the scene before him.
At that moment, someone silently approached Asher from behind. A longsword slashed down before his eyes, and Asher's vision suddenly went black, completely plunging into darkness.
"No!" He last heard a girl's cry of sorrow, followed by a faint scent, and the soft touch on his cheek. So soft... it could only be a chest. In a daze, Asher's consciousness completely vanished.
...
Asher abruptly threw off the covers and sat straight up, breathing heavily. He turned to look beside him. Outside the window, stars hung low over the plain. The night was so quiet, and the room was silent.
"You're awake?!" A cool yet gentle voice came from beside him, breaking the silence. Asher turned to look.
Long golden hair, a very mature figure, and a white dress. A relieved smile appeared on her face. Under the moonlight, she looked full of sacredness, yet also gave off a... somewhat suggestive feeling, the reason being that her white dress couldn't conceal her overly developed chest.
"Jeanne...?" Asher asked instinctively. Artoria's smile
slowly vanished from her face.
"No, you're not Jeanne." Asher rubbed his forehead, shook his head vigorously, then looked up again. "Could it be Lily?" Artoria nodded expressionlessly. That's not right, is it? How could Lily look like that? Asher scanned Artoria's body up and down, then paused for a moment on her ample chest, then shook his head vigorously, mumbling, "I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming..." He hadn't expected it to be a triple dream.
But as he shook his head, Asher soon felt a chill. His body stiffened slightly, and he looked up.
"Who is Jeanne?" Artoria asked, her eyes devoid of emotion as she gazed at Asher. Her tone was flat, yet subtly tinged with a coldness.
"Sorry, it was just a dream I had. I was confused from sleep," Asher said with a smile, shaking his head. "By the way, how long have I been unconscious?"
"Three years," Artoria said expressionlessly, still seeming displeased that Asher had mistaken her for another woman.
"Is that so, I slept for three years..." "Three years?!" Asher was stunned. He abruptly looked up at Artoria, grabbing her shoulders. "...How long did you say I slept?" Artoria quietly lowered her gaze, a blush appearing on her delicate face. She softly said, "I was just teasing you... you only slept for three days."
"You developed this well in three days?" Asher asked, somewhat incredulously. Are you Morgan, Lily?
"What are you even saying? I'm going to get angry if you keep this up, Ash," Artoria said, raising her eyes to Asher with displeasure.
"I'm complimenting you..." As Asher spoke, his gaze shifted to Artoria's face, then swept downwards. She was still wearing a white dress, but the overly mature figure from before had disappeared. Hmm... this is the normal Lily, after all. So what was that earlier? Future Lily? Or
did I just imagine it?
Asher rubbed his eyes, then asked, "Where's my Shishou?"
"It's the middle of the night, so of course she's resting," Artoria said, waving Asher's hand away. "Isn't it enough for me to take care of you?"
"No, I didn't mean that... I was just asking." Asher tried to stretch his limbs, but immediately felt a sharp pain. The pain came from his left shoulder. Asher was stunned, then turned to look at his left shoulder. Blood was seeping from his left shoulder. His left shoulder, which had partially healed, had reopened its wound due to his recent movement.
"What's wrong?" Artoria asked, then followed Asher's gaze. "Your injury hasn't healed yet?" Artoria immediately stood up. "We must bandage it!" Asher watched Artoria busily searching for bandages, covering his left shoulder, and muttering to himself, "Could it be that what happened earlier wasn't a dream...?"
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