Tick.

Tick.

Roland opened his eyes and found himself in a strange place.

It was a very large room, with a roof tens of meters high, and it was by no means inhabited by humans.

Beneath him is a dark brown floor carved with intricate patterns, and the church-like high dome is scattered with colorful glass, which are randomly and messily combined, exuding a strange and wild beauty.

And around him there were seven or eight bookshelves randomly - yes, those bookshelves could only be described as "seats". Not a boxy shape, but a comically irregular tetrahedron like a shoddy pyramid. Countless books, large and small, hang from the shelves, maintaining a dangerous balance at a singular angle.

Tick.

Tick.

Before he could get a sense of his surroundings, Roland suddenly realized that in the silence of the environment, the sound kept echoing in his ears.

He glanced blankly, and finally "suddenly" found a huge coffin-like table clock in a strange house.

Yes, it came out of nowhere—a coffin-like table clock that ran from the floor to the roof, and even the top had opened its roof to the outside. But when Roland looked up at the cathedral-like dome, he didn't notice anything like pillars attached to the roof, and the roof with a wonderful curve was intact.

It is worth noting that the hands on that huge wall clock. It is true that there are three hands in the wall clock, but they are generally three long.

The three hands vibrated at the same frequency and with different strides, a way Roland had never seen before.

An inexplicable fear hit Roland's mind, and the flowing cold aura gently tore at the back of his neck, making everything in front of him extremely clear, but constantly moving away like drunkenness.

Instincts from the creature warned him not to look too much. Roland froze in place as stiff as a stone statue, not daring to look down at the floor with its strange and beautiful geometric patterns, but staring at the wall clock closely.

As if to laugh at his decision, as if to laugh at his decision, Roland was sure that he would never look at anything else, and a tangible, scented warmth embraced him gently.

The warmth flowed through his body, sliding through his guts like a poisonous snake.

But then, Roland suddenly realized that the shape of the tangible fragrance did not seem to be his own body—or rather, it was not the shape of a person.

――What am I like now?

An almost irrepressible curiosity enveloped Roland's heart, the viper in his viscera spat out curious venom, and a book with ill intentions jumped off the shelf with a strange shape for no apparent reason.

Randomly, the book set off a chain reaction. The absence of one book leads to the fall of others, and eventually, the entire room of books falls and flows like milk on the floor.

Roland clearly felt the touch of the book on the ground flowing past his body, and hated his superior spatial imagination ability to roughly outline the shape of his legs.

-- That's not a form that humans can have.

More poisonous curiosity surrounded Roland, and he almost couldn't help but look down at what he looked like at the moment. Fortunately, he endured it at the last moment.

But that didn't dampen his curiosity. His eyes itched violently because of this, and he couldn't help but scratch them with his hands, and accidentally gouged out his eyeballs.

Then, he saw several poisonous snakes emerge from his hollow eye sockets and wrap around Roland's hands, blurring like phantoms.

- Wait, how did I see these poisonous snakes?

When Roland realized this, the poisonous snakes wrapped around his arms suddenly burned violently, turning into fiery poisonous fire, and the scented warmth around him also burned as if it were enraged, and Roland screamed in pain because of it.

The scream was so terrible and echoing that it couldn't even be remembered. Not to mention humans, no living creature could have such a terrible sound.

The screams of "Roland" echoed through the huge room, merging with the ticking sound that suddenly became hundreds of times larger, turning into flowing silver flames, burning the books around it, and shattering the entire room.

Before Roland could wake up completely, he could vaguely see an eye outside the room.

The eyes were swimming......

The intense dizziness made Roland's eyes flutter.

When he woke up again, Roland suddenly found himself in the canopy of the Tree of Suffering, and a large pile of white vines was scattered weakly around Roland.

The pure white mistletoe of the Tree of Affliction did not change in any way, but the golden oak tree had a black skin as if it had been scorched, and the expression of the middle-aged man with a peaceful face with his eyes closed suddenly changed to great pain, and patches of snake scales gradually appeared on his cheeks.

A large number of system prompts appeared in front of Roland's eyes:

[You got some information about the Twilight Seed]

[You got some information about Higgs who has a snake in his eyes]

[You fall asleep under the gaze of Higgs, who has a snake in his eyes, and check your will...... Successful verification; Repeat the test of will...... Successful verification; Repeat the test of will...... Successful verification; Repeat the test of will...... Verification failed】

[Your soul has undergone a subtle change]

[Your Perception Attribute Permanently +1]

【Your Will Attribute Permanently -1】

[The magic you got from the surname of the white mistletoe has been mastered]

[You have obtained all the information about the Touch of Divine Weakness (Second Ring), and you need to pay 90 experience to master it]

[You have obtained all the information about the Suffocating Touch (Second Ring) of the Divine Weakness, and you need to pay 96 experience to master it]

[You have obtained all the information about the Ash Entanglement (Second Ring) of the Divine Akama, and you have the Trait Twilight Contacter who costs 210 experience]

[You have received the gaze of the divine magic Higgs from the path of ashes]

[You have received a supernatural ability dream revelation]

[You have obtained the trait Twilight Contact (personal trait)]

“…… Twilight believers? ”

Roland hurriedly jumped down from its canopy, his eyes full of fear.

From the moment when only "Homage to the Father of Gaia" could trigger the dialogue of the Tree of Passion, Roland should have guessed - where this sentence was used to trigger the dialogue, it was clearly used by the Tree of Passion to call Higgs!

If this is not said, then the Tree of Crucifixion is simply teaching Roland skills as a druid; Or even if Roland said this before leaving, by then Roland was already out of the resonance range of the Tree of Suffering.

But Roland, who greeted Gaia's father in front of the Tree of Passion, was obviously taken by the Tree of Passion as a twilight believer and pulled into his own dream!

You know, Higgs, who has a serpent in his eyes, is the father of Gaia, the only god that the druids believe in!

For a profession like a druid or a priest, reaching eighteen is a watershed moment. Once you reach eighteen o'clock, it means that you can establish a stable spiritual connection with the gods, and you can move your soul essence closer to a greater being every moment.

It's okay that professions other than druids don't know about this, but ten years before the fall of the White Tower, all druids who perceived more than eighteen points should have received the last words of Gaia's father with his last sanity.

After that, the more sane druids followed the will of Gaia's father, and sadly severed their spiritual connection with Gaia's father, becoming untrustworthy druids. However, the fanatical followers of the Gaia Father refused the last request of the Gaia Father, and resolutely maintained a spiritual connection with the Gaia Father until the last moment of Gaia's Father's fall.

In other words, any druid who advanced to the Golden Tier before the White Tower collapsed is likely to be a Twilight Cultist.

The Tree of Crucifixion briefly became the guardian of Karal, and Roland subconsciously excluded it for this reason. But now that I think about it, why did the Elder Sleep Mentor let the crows spread the plague? Isn't it just to remove the deep-rooted influence of the gods and twilight on the whole world?

At the beginning of its creation, it was a plague against divine life and the twilight species, and because of the exaggerated transformation of the woman Farina, almost everyone forgot who this plague was for.

In other words, the Tree of Suffering did not die of bloodstain syndrome because it was too strong, but because of its status as a Twilight believer that weakened and died within a few days!

Roland immediately realized the importance of the dream, and after a little thought, the broken words came out of his mouth: "...... Flowing books, pyramid-like shelves, table clocks as long as three hands, church-like tops, huge room ......"

As soon as a person wakes up, the impression of the dream fades at a very fast rate. If you want to write down your dreams, you have to quickly write down the key words of the whole dream in a notebook when you just wake up and have some impressions. In this way, some fragments can be recalled under association.

Roland didn't have a notebook on hand, but with his superior memory, he had no problem remembering the few words he said.

After standing still for a short time, and after describing the rough outline of the dream in broken words, the impression of the dream completely faded from Roland's memory. All he could remember was that he had a terrible dream.

Glancing with some trepidation, the Tree of Suffering, which seemed to be scorched by the flames on the surface, Roland rushed to the way he had come without hesitation, preparing to return the way he came.

As for checking your task list, wait until you're in a safe place.

――Once the Tree of Suffering recovers from the damage of the shattered dream, it will surely die if it is still within the range of resonance.

Roland knew this in his heart.

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Tomorrow's double watch! Ask for a recommendation!