Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

"In the dream, you can also see my game system?" Don was a little surprised.

When he was pulled into a dream by the nightmare last time, Dawn couldn't even see the blood bar.

Donne called out his system panel, which was very successful, and it was no different from reality.

Then, in the skill column of the personal panel, Dawn saw the extra skill - [Dream Lv5].

【Dream】: The dream construction technique from the nightmare. Can enter other people's dreams, or drag a single target into a dream constructed by you and controlled by you. In your dreams, no one can beat you.

"It's not brushed out through [Synchronous Stomach Bag], and it's still a full-level skill." Don turned off the panel.

The source of this skill should be the red and black aura that lingered around him just now.

What are those?

The legacy of the Nightmare Horse?

Or deathrattle?

If that's the case, why did Nightmare give herself this ability?

"Also, it feels like that nightmare cares about Amy."

Besides, Dawn has no other definite information for the time being.

However, Dawn has a little more perception of this dark space.

He felt that he seemed to have the ability to construct this space, perhaps this was the power from [Dream].

"In other words, the current owner of this dream seems to be me." Donne analyzed it this way, "even, I feel that after taking [Entering the Dream], I can exit the current dream at any time if I want."

Maybe that's why he can see his own system here, because this dream has become his territory, completely different from the one built by the previous nightmare.

Moreover, Dawn could further feel that in this dream, there is still a trace, very weak, surging and operating like a fading sun.

Dawn didn't do anything with this weak power and his current dream.

Because he felt that the power that was about to dissipate seemed to want to show something in his dream.

...

The originally dark scene changed again.

This time, Dawn saw lush woods and meadows. There is also a meandering river, flooded and shining in the sun.

After looking around, Dawn saw a corner of a castle at what seemed to be the border of the forest.

"It seems to be the old castle of Urtado, but it's not deserted." Dawn squinted his eyes and looked at it.

Originally, he planned to explore the border of the forest to see what the unabandoned castle in Urtado looked like, but after walking a few steps towards the forest, Dawn was hindered.

It was as if an invisible wall stood in front of him.

"It's a bit like the air wall in the game, so, is there an unexplorable area over there?" Don touched his chin, "What does that nightmare horse want to show me?"

Back on the grass by the creek, he heard some noises.

"Yo-yo-yo--"

It sounded like the howling of a small animal.

Dawn followed the sound, and behind a bush, he saw Nightmare.

However, it was not the fat and strong nightmare he had seen before, but a colt.

Red fur, not too sharp forehead, it would probably reach Dawn's knees when standing up.

At this moment, the nightmare foal was pinched by a trap on its hind legs, and the sharp sawtooth penetrated into its flesh, causing it to howl in pain.

"This is, the juvenile body of that nightmare?" Dorn was a little surprised, and reached out to try to touch the pony's head.

However, no encounter.

His hand went straight across the scarlet pony's forehead.

"Unreal." Don murmured.

But Dorn has a feeling that, as the real master of the current dream, he wants to forcibly modify the current dream, even if he touches the horse.

But that doesn't make sense.

"Nightmare seems to want to show me what happened before."

So, it would be good for Dawn to be a spectator.

After waiting for a while, a figure walked in from the woods.

It was a girl in dirty sackcloth, an ugly girl in appearance. The girl is short and thin. He was hunched over and walked with a limp on his right foot.

She had a horseshoe-shaped mouth, and when she walked, her mouth panted heavily, showing a mouthful of very irregular teeth.

At the same time, her right eye was closed tightly, and it seemed impossible to open it.

The ugly girl walked along the river, gathering wild flowers and holding them in her hands. Then, she seemed to hear the howling of the pony, and walked towards the direction where Dawn was standing.

"Yeah———" The girl saw the foal.

"Hey, yo, yo, yo," the nightmare pony was still howling.

The girl put down the bouquet of wild flowers in her hand, turned around and limped away, trotting away with difficulty.

Dawn watched the girl's leaving back, but said nothing.

Just as a spectator, watching quietly.

After a while, the girl came back with some herbs and clean cloth.

The girl broke off the traps on the horse's hind feet, crushed herbs to spread on them, and then wrapped them with cloth strips.

Nightmare is very human, he didn't move around the whole time, and he didn't cry anymore.

"Yeah———" After bandaging Mengmai's wound, the girl seemed very happy, and patted Mengmai's head cheerfully.

The nightmare foal gently licked the girl's palm.

The girl's palm was scratched when she just opened the bear trap, it wasn't serious, but a lot of blood still dripped down from the wound.

The foal lightly licked the girl's hand and licked the girl's blood.

Afterwards, the screen was broken and recast.

...

When everything around him became clear, Don found himself standing in a closed cellar.

"Is this the cellar of Hurtado Castle?" Don looked around.

There were no bones in the cellar as seen before, only a low bed covered with hay.

The basement was damp, and Dawn could smell a very real musty smell. There was only a coal lamp lit inside, but the light was weak.

The girl was standing by the bed before, and in front of him stood a young man who looked five or six years older than the girl.

The man had a red birthmark on his right cheek.

"Yeah———" The girl cooperated with gestures, as if she was telling the man something.

But the young man looked displeased and impatient.

"Enough! Enough! I can't understand what you're gesticulating, and I don't want to!" The man interrupted the girl roughly, "Recently, there are rumors from the leaders that they saw you mixing with a monster in the woods. "

"I don't care if it's true or not, you don't want to run away from me anymore! You are a filthy bastard born of a lowly maid! Father has already humiliated the family with an illegitimate daughter like you! "

"Now, are you still going to let those lowly citizens see our family's jokes? Do you know what you are called in the territory now? Call you a low-bred witch from the Urtado family!"

The more the man talked, the more angry he became, and the expression on the girl's face became gnashing of teeth.

"Yeah———" The girl tried to explain something with her gestures.

But the man ignored him and turned his head to leave: "Father is very sick now, before I inherit his baronship, I don't want to see you make any more ugly rumors."

"Yeah————"

It seemed that because of hearing the word father, the girl's expression became a little excited, and she picked up a small piece of briquettes from the bedside.

Run up to the man and stop him.

Then write something crookedly on the stone wall.

It is written in Dona, but the handwriting is very ugly-[Brother, Dad is sick, I, see Dad].

The man looked more and more annoyed when he read the words written by the girl.

He raised his stiff booted foot and kicked the girl hard.

"Bah! I said it! Don't call me brother! Disgusting!" The man looked at the girl's expression with indifference and contempt, like looking at garbage on the ground, "Father won't see you, and father doesn't want to see you either."

Afterwards, the man left along the cellar passage.

But he can still hear a rather indifferent sentence: "Anyway, whenever you look like a human being, the Hurtado family will pinch their noses and recognize you as an illegitimate daughter. But you are a disgusting freak."

The girl knelt on the ground and did not get up for a long time.

Tears flowed from the only open eye.

"Yo-yo--" The nightmare pony crawled out from under the little bed, licking the tears on the girl's face.

Don: ...