Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

The longer a person has been dead, the harder it becomes for them to appear in the dreams of the living.

But as long as one person can dream of them...

then they can invade that person's dreams.

In the Pantheon, after wearing the Dream of Void for three months, Mark had invaded many people's dreams, but only a few of them were truly useful for a "Reclamation of Bones" battle:

Tongchen, the unpredictable wanderer between sleep and wakefulness, the Snow Demon, Zhang Haoyun, Mel—and including Zhou Shou, Bai Ling, and Midel.

Mel was an unexpected joy, Mark hadn't even thought that Mel would care so much about his close friend.

To the extent of having "dreams at night."

Perhaps it was because his friend had revealed his special nature before they parted?

But all this was unimportant. What mattered was that Mel was the medium, the bridge, the key to connecting everyone to the place where the bones lay.

In the dream, Mark told them:

"Once I am summoned, I will directly receive the Divine Endowment because my certain traits have made me progress too quickly. I have very little time left on Earth... not enough to reassemble his bones."

"I'm also not sure when I'll be summoned, I'm not even sure... if you journey here, whether it will cost you your lives... Maybe I'm leading you towards death, and my decision, may accelerate the world's decay."

"But I must try, I must try to tell you... there indeed exists such a method."

"The key lies within that woman named Mel. Remember, as long as you make her realize that our friend, in fact, is more valuable than the Pantheon, then you may... have a slim chance of succeeding."

"Lastly, people always need to have hope, they always need to dream. Thank you for your dreams, for our mutual friend, has not truly passed away."

"I look forward to witnessing his resurrection in the vast land of corruption."

"Ultimately, if there's a world beyond the gods, I may be waiting for you there."

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Shortly after Mark shed his dream, Tongchen communicated the news to the mediators and also to the unparalleled under heaven.

The dissemination of the information was swift, and before long, almost all the forerunners knew about it.

It wasn't just the forerunners, the mediators. Even the corrupt kind was making preparations.

Among the forerunners, the legendary pioneers gathered in full force.

The unparalleled under heaven, Tongchen, the unpredictable wanderer, Huan Liuyan, Guan Canghai, Ke Zhongye, all assembled.

The few who had once participated in the Nightmare Bridge, ultimately decided, even if there was only a meager hope, to rescue Jiang Xianwu.

Not just that, the Prophet, the Snow Demon, Box, the Wily Woman, and even everyone from the Hundred Rivers Sanctuary were willing to contribute their strength.

At the same time, on the side of the corrupt, Zhang Haoyun, Bai Ling, were also willing to go.

The most important, naturally, was how the owner of the Strange Train, Mel, would choose, as she was the key to all the plans.

If Mel were willing to let these people on board, then the mission "Save the Soldier Jiang Xianwu" might be possible.

For this purpose, Lin hoped Xinkui would participate, and at the same time, Lin handed Xinkui a keepsake she had shared with Mel back in the day.

This item might persuade Mel to do something against her principles.

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...

Several days passed.

On this day, some were in the real world, others in the Advanced World.

But no matter where they were, they would all converge in one place.

Because the golden train had appeared.

The dazzling gold, like blinding hope, was irresistible to the eye.

When everyone gathered in the same carriage, Mel, wearing the vortex mask and posing as Attendant No. 1, said:

"I've completely violated the rules of this train by making this decision; it was probably the dreams that confused me. But it's quite liberating to be muddled just this once."

"Before, I only transported people to the places they wished to go. Today's journey, it seems, is unprecedented. Because what we're heading to isn't a place."

Observing each pioneer, Mel seemed to recall many proud children of the heavens from her own world.

With a serene smile, she knew history always echoed itself, but history... was more than just a reproduction of the past.

In the transition between the old and the new eras, many legends are bound to be born.

"Perhaps this time, what I'm bringing you to, is a new era."

Mel knew these people were the future, the most powerful among the forerunners.

If they were to die, in a sense, the new era would have arrived.

Only that era, probably wouldn't be too kind to humanity.

If they remain alive, if that being who harbored a god within could truly be resurrected...

Maybe, that too heralds the arrival of a new era.

Regardless, as a person of the old era, Mel was pleased to witness and participate in such an event.

When she received the keepsake from Xinkui, she seemed to see the moment she parted ways with Lin.

Mel chuckled, emotional appeal always works, as long as the feelings are genuine.

As the only truly great forerunner of the current era, a genuine mutant, if she didn't intervene, perhaps these proud children of the heavens... would only meet with a fallen fate.

As Mel laughed, a barely noticeable tear glinted in her eye,

"It's an honor, as someone from the old era, to personally witness and participate in such a venture. I will provide help for you."

Even as proud as the unparalleled under heaven, he knew the person with the vortex mask before him was inscrutable, possibly even above mediators.

He didn't know how dangerous the headquarters of the Pantheon really were, but he knew, with her assistance, their group's chances were definitely more than none.

And as long as there was a slight chance of victory, then this journey was worthwhile.

Tongchen did not speak; he just gazed out the train window, polishing his sharp black blade, his eyes fierce.

If a new era were truly upon them, be it the advent of doomsday or a beautiful new world, he hoped to have more than just this black blade, a friend upon whom he could stake his life.

That friend, was named Zhou Baiyu.

In the story of Zhou Baiyu, Tongchen was willing to use his sword to cut through anything named "The End,"

Until the edge of doomsday.

(End of Book One)