The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 482 Ch.481 Worm

"Besides me, there should be several other ritualists who fell asleep because of you. Xander, have you seen them?"

Xander leaned on Roland's shoulder and shook his head gently: "No."

she said.

"If they can get to Mom's house, they should recognize me and try to wake me up..."

The girl lowered her eyes and played with Roland's fingers carelessly, as if she no longer wanted to talk about unimportant people: "What is the 'rule change' you just mentioned?"

Roland told Xander the rules about falling, awakening and returning from death.

She was surprised.

"So we can leave through death?"

"There's not much hope." Roland shook his head and tapped his index finger: "No one has woken up before I find you."

Roland didn't believe that all the ritualists were immersed in dreams and no one noticed the problem.

same.

Roland also didn't believe that when they sensed something was wrong, they would continue to persist and sacrifice their lives for Xander - instead of returning to reality through 'death' and passing the news back to Holy Cross.

so.

Death cannot leave this dreamland.

"I think…"

Xander mused.

"I probably know the reason."

she said.

"worm."

Xander pointed to what Roland had just seen, the appearance of Marilyn Kratofer after her death.

Those slender, black insects.

"A long time ago, I got a name after parsing some dead language - worm."

A rare creature that cannot be counted as a living thing.

"Alien?" Roland asked.

"No, not a mutant."

Xander replied.

Alien species come from the desires, obsessions, and fantasies of the human heart, and are the products of disordered weaving of dreams. Their birth is uncontrollable, and humans cannot understand their language, thinking, or even judge through experience what kind of power they possess.

They are chaotic puzzles, but they always give an orderly answer.

Their purpose is derived from humans.

But not worms.

This strange monster will not fulfill anyone's wishes, even if it is done maliciously. They don't come because of anyone, and they don't die because of anyone.

They exist for only one purpose.

destroy.

"Destroy what?"

"world."

Roland looked strange: "It sounds a bit like the villain in the story."

"Absolutely, Roland." Xander nodded: "I don't know much about this thing. The rest comes from my teacher's research."

This was the first time Roland heard that Xander had a 'teacher'.

"Of course, everyone has a guide." Xander narrowed his eyes: "Her name is Natalia, an unpopular scholar...pure."

Xander stood up and pulled Roland up again.

There is actually much more to say about worms.

But in this dreamland, the most important thing right now is only one thing: how they leave.

The gnawed and hollowed dream has long become a nest of worms.

Rather than saying that it is part of the sleep world, it is better to say that this dreamland has become a 'whirlpool heart' - it does not conform to the rules and will be destroyed, crushed and re-transformed into the most primitive world by the sleep world. Drops of water fall into the chaotic, roaring black ocean.

But until they are destroyed, these little bugs are the masters.

——Is this why they can't wake up?

"Just like flesh and blood repel steel, Roland. The sleeping world naturally rejects these monsters that only bring destruction..."

Xander looked relaxed.

"We can leave soon...if your information is correct."

She looked around and pointed at the surrounding walls - walls that were melting like soft ice cubes under the hot sun.

Those trembling goblets and falling paintings.

"A ship. When the damage reaches a certain level, the rudder loses its function - in other words, when it gradually breaks into pieces and reintegrates into the sleeping world in another way, we only need to..."

Roland frowned: "...before it completely collapses, use the rules to come back into effect again?"

"That's right."

"But we have to make sure first that we don't take these little things out of our dreams." Roland looked down at his palm, fearing that one would come out of it.

He didn't want to look like Marilyn.

"Worm is not as scary as you think, Roland." Xander smiled and put his arms around his neck, whispering softly: "At least my teacher said that they are afraid of the power of the extreme sun until they are irreversible."

"Holy water?" Roland asked.

"Of course, we have no shortage," Xander replied.

Roland didn't understand.

Such a 'fragile' - let's call it a living thing, is actually feared to be called 'destroying the world'...

Either Xander's teacher was exaggerating, or this thing must have unknown and more terrifying power.

Roland didn't think that a girl like Xander would call anyone a teacher casually.

so.

"They..." Roland recalled the blurry scene in his mind and couldn't help frowning: "If this was not my first dream, they should have parasitized me, let me go, and entered the waking world with me..."

This is what the worms want.

A bit...doesn't make sense?

Xander shook his head: "That's what I want to ask, Roland. If this is not your first dream - what have you experienced before?"

What have you been through...

Roland only vaguely remembered that many people had shouted at him...?

"A bad nightmare." He really couldn't remember: "Maybe when we go back, we will have to soak in holy water all day long."

"Yes," Xander moistened his lips and his eyes twinkled: "Without you, I would disappear with this dreamland and those bugs... How should I repay you?"

Roland remained calm: "I hope this reward has nothing to do with the bathroom."

Xander smiled like he was boneless, and leaned against him, narrowing his eyes charmingly: "You can call the thief."

She moved forward and lay next to Roland's ear:

"I have a way to convince her."

After saying this, she began to consider others very 'caringly':

"We can't be sure that our bodies are 'clean', Roland. Do you want to purify them separately and waste precious holy water?"

"Each tube may be the life of a devout person."

Roland looked at Xander and inexplicably found some of Enid's temperament in her.

"So, when someone asks in the future, 'How did you deceive the most beautiful rose from our church?' - I want to answer, 'Isn't it just to save your lives?'"

Xander burst into laughter.

She loved the pun.

"That's the answer, Roland. That's the answer. I want to see their expressions..."

"Maybe you can still see me with a bruised nose and face." Roland let go of her and bent down to pick up the gun: "From now on, we all have to try to get used to pointing guns at our own heads?"

Pieces of debris peeled off outside the window.

Exposing the squirming black flesh inside.

Now.

This dreamland is so trembling that one can hardly stand.