The mottled stone pillars, messy gravel, ruins covered with emerald green vines, and bluestone roads that are already covered with moss and are filled with a layer of fine water.

"Dream?" Wright stared at the soft surroundings in shock, and could even feel a scene of spring breeze.

He looked up at the sky with a wooden look. There was no yellow sand in the Gobi Desert, the dome of Socrates, and nothing dark, or that horrifying crimson moon.

All there is is the blue sky and a few floating white clouds, like jellyfish in the deep sea.

The sun hanging above the head hides under the clouds, as if she has had enough of the fatigue of shining everything. She wants to take a short rest for a few days and have a rare long holiday.

"By the way, this is the scene in that dream. I remember it was done at Migoff Hospital just after the battle with Yato," Wright exclaimed with a sudden slap in the back of his head.

Although his head did not feel any pain, or even any perception belonging to humans.

This made him think that he was about to become a "heartless person", but two or three seconds later, a hint of embarrassing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Dreams or dreams.

Probably walking along the bluestone path?

Following the memory and taking steady steps, Wright saw the tower that penetrated the sky in the confused dream.

It seems that he is a ruin of a prehistoric civilization, which seems to be related to the dragon miracles recorded in the book "The Sharp Call of the Dragon Clan" that depicts the legend of the First Era in memory.

Keep going, the Cruz-style dome church, the Putoa-style steeple church, and several majestic and dilapidated castle-style buildings.

until……

In front of him, a pavilion with a predominantly dark tones appeared.

When Wright looked carefully, the style of the pavilion was the same as the general styles of the previous era. Four stone pillars were not considered thick to support the whole body. The top was a pagoda-style spire with the style of the Fire Empire.

Its top is written in Western Common numerals with the words "235" and is carved on a metallic base plate.

After looking ahead with a few seconds, Wright's eyes stared blankly, as the space twisted, the colorful black and colorful white light intertwined, the top of the pavilion changed slightly.

It no longer has the shape of a spire, but is replaced by a giant metal-shaped human-headed octopus.

The octopus had an old man hanging down on his head, with his face open and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to tell Wright an ancient horrifying legend.

Its body has eight constantly wriggling tentacles, each with countless suction cups growing on it, and spider-like silk-like substances that are constantly gushing outwards, entangling its own body, which is not very large.

A scarlet flame suddenly appeared in the pavilion rich in metallic luster. In the illusion, it continued to extend outward and lift up, forming the appearance of a girl.

"Have you finally had a good night'? Mr. 'Echoer'?" The girl's voice was very pleasant, like an angel descending from the realm of the gods.

She was shrouded in the blurred light, and in the psychedelic, Wright saw her bowing to her, smiling innocently.

"Is this a gray dream? I only remember that I told the 'Armored Spirit' and 'Wolf' that my code name, or... a nickname, code name." Wright smiled like a profession and asked in confusion.

"The rare [orderer], the possessor of the red magic power, the [warrior] of the guard, and the 'echoer' who answers confusion in the gray dream. Yes, this place is still in the gray dream. It's just that the time you talked to the 'armor spirit' and 'wolf' you mentioned was the public domain, and the gods can create their own private domain. I believe that one day, when you truly obtain the seven order cores and surpass the curse of the demigod, you will become a god and have your own domain." The girl responded with a friendly smile.

"You put me here, know all my secrets, and tell your purpose." Wright said directly.

He doesn't like listening to "ridrags" in other people's fields, and more direct conversations, or even transactions make him feel more at ease.

"Subject 51, you have dug up a few more points in the Prophet of the Chosener. His diary, or notes, have been obtained by the three major churches, the Royal Family of the Sunnese Empire, and the Socratic Committee. It is only a matter of time to complete the interpretation. Mr. ‘Echoer’, I am about to reach the real liberation." The girl's voice suddenly became louder.

Begins to become manic!

Immediately afterwards, a creepy "giggle" sound came out of her throat, and then she roared with excitement. In the end, it was intermittent, with bursts of expressionless smiles.

"relief?"

After Laite quickly stepped forward and dispelled the illusory bondage in front of him, he finally saw the whole picture of the girl.

The face of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a gauze scarf, and an emblem carved with strange creatures on his forehead. His skin was fair and bright, but before, he seemed to have a long tail wandering aimlessly like a python. Why did he disappear this time?

Wright confused:

"Are you the ancient Greek-style girl...the goddess? Or the 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan'?"

"None are not." The girl shook her head and said:

"I am indeed related to the 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan', but I am just one of her consciousnesses that are free from the body. The last time was the No. 01 mechanical manipulator, and I was the No. 03 mechanical manipulator. Can I teach you some knowledge of the gods?" the girl turned her head and asked with a smile.

"Huh, yes." Wright forced himself to suppress the panic that surged in his heart and nodded.

"The core of the mechanical is the 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan', which is the core source of my body's power. It can create at least five mechanical manipulators, and I am one of them. We can use it to fight, or enter the gray dream, or even ordinary dreams to make humans who dare to contact us fall into madness and eventually cannot bear the pain and commit suicide." The mechanical manipulator No. 03 explained.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "So, the last time I introduced the taboos of the Heavenly Punishment Fire and the Red Demon Source Power to me, was it also a mechanical manipulator?" asked Wright.

"That's right. And the dream that I pulled you into the last time was actually a gray dream. However, each mechanical manipulator can convey different messages to you, and our missions are also different. And I, this time, want to convey two important messages to you, the [Order]." No. 03 said, taking a little step forward, almost next to Wright's body.

"Please speak, I'm happy to listen. After all, I need to find your body and stop the 'Lalayer's dream'." Wright retreated slightly, stretched out his right hand wearing tactical gloves, and made a gentlemanly gesture of "please".

"Haha." A happy smile came out of No. 03's throat. She bowed slightly, then took two steps back and said:

"For women, you really don't have any unique emotions in your heart. When we are sneaking into those lost people and a few people who dare to come into contact with the "confused songs" of human dreams. When I peek into their hearts, they will always be imaginative about us, and even touch our hands to satisfy those unavailable desires. And you are different, your heart is as calm as the ancient Mediterranean. It seems that you do not have some desires that belong to humans."

"I... Wright, I love this country, the Sunnese Empire that can provide shelter for humans in the wasteland. In order to eliminate all the unintentional and lost people, explore the gods of this world... and the secrets of extraordinary things, I think I have become a celibate. Just like the knight who chases the windmill, dedication, and the last mission of the people of the imperial army. I remember that our squad just lost a comrade."

Wright's tone was calm, but it was mixed with a hint of imperceptible sadness.

Pain, struggle, hope, desire, panic and confusion appeared in his thinking at the same time until the soft voice of No. 03 came into his ears again.

"The 16 Demon Source Sequence Group is called the toy of the Creator or the gift of the Creator by some people. Every middle-level profession needs to be recognized by this set of 'toys' to become a true upper-level profession, otherwise he will fall into confusion and depression. However, [Order] is different and cannot be promoted, but he is a natural leader. Leaders must abandon all emotions and face killing and cruelty in order to build their own world. This is the opening chapter of the Diary of the Chosenor. As a dragon clan, he existed for a while, and was a confused human being and a period of time. Until he was finally recognized by the Creator, he fell into an eternal sleep." No. 03 paused for a few seconds and continued:

"This is a prophecy he gave to you, or a guide."

"Guide?" Wright guessed:

"He must have existed in this world a little longer."

"That's right." No. 03 nodded.

"He actually guided me, this...special person that exists thousands or even billions of years later. Could it be that he has guided many human beings who are also [orderers]? Or is this guide just a product of universality and generality, like a trick to fool people in psychological tests?" Wright half-jokingly said.

He did not tell his identity as a "time traveler", after all, it was a secret, enough to put himself in darkness and collapse.

It is better not to tell these gods, after all, traveling through time is a secret concerning the two worlds.

"No." No. 03 interrupted Wright's thoughts and continued:

"When the Creator created the world, he paid special attention to [order]. Without [order], the entropy of the entire universe would become abnormal and fall into disorder. So the chooser had divined before several reincarnations. Through the assistance of the Lord of the Dark Night, he saw a young man walking in the snowy wasteland. However, the reincarnation time was too long, and the chooser forgot a lot during this period. But in the years when he became a dragon clan again, he suddenly found this memory and wrote a diary that predicted everything. Just like the [prophet] in your human profession."

"[Prophet]? It's not a good profession, it's easy to be killed by the wolf clan." Wright teased.

"It is true. But Mr. 'Echoer', 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan', my body is also waiting for your coming. For this reason, He entrusted me to convey to you another important content in the Diary of the Chosener. As the end of our brief conversation, what do you think?" No. 03 showed a girl-like clean and sweet smile.

It seems like a bouquet of cherry blossoms in spring, which looks fragrant and refreshing.

"Please speak." The gentlemen of the Wright Scholar Empire bowed with a smile.

However, with the silver-white uniform of the guard team, it looks a bit funny and cute.

"Silently extending out the song of confusion in existence, those who are worth listening will receive an oracle. Burning flames, dark blood and tomorrow, the emblem symbolizing the ancient combat family will open the sleeping stone gate. Carrying two-thirds and falling into the deep pool of endless 'Vita Water' will reach the mystery and extraordinary."

"It's like poetry, with the style of old Cruiser." A few poems praising the great empire at the end of "The Afterglow of Cruiser" appeared in Wright's mind.

A style, a type, maybe... an author?

Just when Wright was confused, the sound of mechanical gears running in No. 03's body suddenly sounded.

Wright looked forward with some disappointment, and No. 03's body became disintegrating with the surrounding world at the same time.

The light of the day and the verdant state disappeared immediately.

The confusing music and the light intertwined by darkness, redness and deep purple suddenly filled his vision.

After her fair skin fell off, it quickly evolved into a huge bronze pocket watch, just like the so-called "mechanical manipulator" of the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan" in the last dream.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, this time flowed forward for a few minutes.

The hour hand and the second hand point in the direction of ending at 12 o'clock in synchronization, while the minute hand always shows an angle of 6 degrees with the hour hand, stagnating at 11:59.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious piano music, as if the gods were coming, passed by Wright's ears.

All the light in front of him quickly explored inward and suddenly became a dark existence.

...

Tired, sad!

After the noisy and low whispers and the dream full of messy light ended, Wright suddenly opened his eyes that were glued.

"Where is this?" He stared at the surroundings in confusion.

A kerosene lamp emitting dim light was placed on the broken wooden table in the middle of the dim room.

The room is not very large. Looking at the faint light of the kerosene lamp, there are only simple wooden furniture and a piece of rag in the floor where you are, without the slightest steam machinery product.

The surrounding environment is like an ordinary imperial rural bungalow, with dilapidated walls and beams and columns showing an old and rough wooden structure.

There was a pile of firewood on the concrete floor directly in front of him, burning faintly.

A pot of earthenware hung directly above the flame. Under the "gurgling" sound of hot water boiling, Letter saw the heat coming out of it, and a meaty aroma that made people's appetite increase.

"There is food? Where is this?" Wright forced himself to resist the burning sensation from his throat and asked in a mute voice.

"You're awake, brother of the guard." A voice full of youthfulness suddenly came from the dim light.

Looking up, Wright could only see a young outline, which was reflected in the dim situation and was not clear.

"This is a village settlement area." The boy didn't seem to notice Wright's shock. He stepped forward two steps, held something like a spoon, stirred it in the clay pot, and said:

"We are in the 'unintentional village' area. The elder brother named Brett paid me a Singapore dollar accommodation fee and levyed several houses. He gave you a special explanation when he brought you. You fell asleep for most of the day because of hunger and physical overdraft. He asked me to make some food to wait for you to wake up to help you replenish your energy. He said you encountered extremely difficult monsters, but, brother of the Guard, I seemed to smell the strong breath of the lost person from you. But your heart seems to have not completely turned into a mechanical one. According to your human beings, you should only be considered a psychopath."

"The breath of the lost?'You humans'? Who are you?" Wright felt a hint of inexplicable fear, and his thinking suddenly became clear and he questioned.

"Don't worry. It's not strange that there are lost people and half lost people outside the city, and I didn't attack you. Look, the food in this clay pot is so fragrant, isn't it? This is the muscle tissue of the unintentional person, it's very delicious." The boy said in a strange voice.

Immediately afterwards, he stopped the movements in his hand, turned his body, looked directly at Wright with his eyes emitting a subtle green light in the darkness, and added quietly:
Chapter completed!