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Chapter 676: Chapter 68 What is Morgan’s Wonder House Chapter 676: Chapter 68 What is Morgan’s Wonder House Aiwass had indeed doubted whether his unexpected affection for Isabel was influenced by Morgan’s presence…@@novelbin@@

But time and again, he confirmed that his will was clear and independent.

For the time being, that factor could be temporarily excluded.

Given that…

Morgan’s words “you will know very soon” made Aiwass uneasy.

— Could it be a child?

From Isabel’s perspective, she would probably love, even look forward to such a gift.

After all, Aiwass had considered safety issues yesterday, but Isabel insisted on the less safe plan.

However, from Aiwass’s perspective, he actually didn’t want to have a child so soon — the Fallen Celestial Marshal could arrive in the Material Realm at any moment, and Aiwass would surely have to venture out.

Isabel was one of Aiwass’s most trusted teammates, a reliable support.

But if she were pregnant or even had a child, Aiwass would never dare to let her go to the frontline to fight.

And not just that…

even Aiwass’s own actions could be restricted because of this.

Even now, Aiwass felt as if a lock had been placed deep within his soul — a chain named “love.”

Before this, Aiwass could recklessly use adventurous strategies, using himself as a chess piece and bait, even frequently risking his life as a deterrent.

But now, Aiwass didn’t dare to do so.

One kind of “dedication” replaced another, diluting that fearless, mad recklessness.

It was only at this moment that Aiwass finally realized that he wasn’t as brave as he thought.

True bravery isn’t about never fearing anything.

It’s about moving forward despite the fear, knowing the cost, and understanding that you absolutely cannot bear the cost yet still daring to face difficulties head-on.

And now, Aiwass found that he was a little afraid.

It was only then that Aiwass realized…

he had just not cared about anything.

Because he didn’t care much about his life or “living,” he dared to sacrifice.

Aiwass had many friends, but nothing that could truly tie him down — before this, that string was Yulia.

As long as Yulia’s problem wasn’t solved, Aiwass was always worried.

But after the Defiant Flame Butterfly was separated from her, Aiwass felt relieved.

…

An inappropriate analogy might be like parents who are terminally ill or preparing for divorce, enduring and waiting for their child to finish the college entrance examination.

Yulia had passed the greatest ordeal and test of her life.

From thereafter, she was reborn with freedom and a future.

Aiwass relaxed.

The truly heartfelt thing he wanted to do was, in fact, already completed then.

Since then, Aiwass had always lived lightly in the world.

Like a balloon, as if he would fly away the moment he let go.

He had no clear purpose or desires, even less something he particularly cared about.

He knew many future events, but those events had nothing to do with him…

He resolved the crisis in Avalon and lifted the crisis caused by the Fallen Celestial Marshal simply because “without me, these people alone can’t solve the problem”, and he decided to become a hero, to address these crises to improve his own living environment.

It wasn’t because he coveted the name of a hero, but rather because it had to be him — the original storyline had already proven that without the player, the world would have been destroyed many times over.

In this world without a player, all crises and responsibilities weighed on Aiwass’s shoulders.

Of course, Aiwass felt the pressure.

He was relaxed before simply because he didn’t care much for his own life –— at worst, he would die; if he failed, no one else could take his place.

In such a case, the entire world would serve as a grand funeral for him.

Now, Aiwass felt alive again.

Because he had found a new “must-care-for” person.

That pressure became tangible once more, and he genuinely had the urge to resolve the Fallen Celestial Marshal crisis — he couldn’t let him harm Isabel and the potential child they might have in future.

For love.

And also, for the future of the one he loved.

…

But this feeling wasn’t bad.

As Aiwass prepared to sleep, he quietly watched Isabel lying beside him.

His eyes burned with a dark red flame, as warm as the fire in a hearth.

Isabel gazed into his pupils as she gently touched his face.

As the Priest’s level surpassed that of the Demon Scholar, Aiwass’s resonance with the Path of Devotion once again overpowered the Path of Transcendence.

This feeling of living for others, living clearly for something…

was quite nice.

Aiwass thought.

And when Aiwass truly fell asleep, he finally knew…

what gift Morgan had given him.

He woke up from his dream clearly, as if he had just attended a promotion ceremony.

But the place he found himself in was neither a pitch-black space, a pure white one, nor an area bathed in blood moonlight…

He was lying on a huge, soft red heart-shaped bed, surrounded by a sea of various colorful flowers.

High in the sky hung a full moon, above which was the spectacular and clear expanse of a star-filled night sky.

Contrary to this beautiful atmosphere were a bunch of brand-new, wondrous tools placed around the bed.

Aiwass had mostly seen such things online in his previous life, but not yet in this one.

…Was this some kind of Morgan’s Wonder House?

Looking dazedly at the night sky, he saw Isabel appear by his side after a flash of light, wearing a nightgown and lying down on the other pillow of the heart-shaped bed.

When she opened her eyes, she obviously thought all of this was a dream, giggling foolishly, greeting Aiwass, nuzzling affectionately into his arms, and rubbing her head against his motionless stomach.

Then, like an innocent little girl, she looked at the sea of flowers and let out a “wow” of amazement.

Bouncing down from the bed, she knelt in the soft blooms, carefully touching the flowers.

“—Lulu.”

It was then that Aiwass suddenly called out from behind her.

Isabel’s back visibly tensed up.

She turned her head in bewilderment, realizing something.

With a hint of helplessness, Aiwass placed a hand on his forehead and recounted his encounter with Morgan at the lakeside this morning to Isabel.

“…So this is the gift she gave me,” Aiwass sighed.

“A dream…

meticulously decorated, is it?”

Life from the Material Realm can only enter the Dream Realm through dreams, but in most cases, those who enter dreams cannot remain conscious.

Only Transcendents who step on the Path of Transcendence are able to maintain their selves within the Dream Realm.

Even then, entering the Dream Realm is very difficult.

Only characters with the “Dreamwalker” trait can move freely within the Dream Realm…

Falling into the Dream Realm while dreaming is also dangerous, for although the Dream Realm is vast and boundless, it is filled with too many Phantom Demons.

When one enters a dream, the soul projection of mortals manifests in the Dream Realm.

Whether it’s curses, parasites, harm, or consumption, all can impact one’s self in the Material Realm.

In such a case, a haven connected to the Dream Realm, yet not deep within it, becomes a coveted exploration base for many Transcendents.

But even if a Dream Traversing Monk successfully establishes such a base, they certainly cannot control it—because they cannot protect it.

Even the mightiest Dream Traversing Monk in the Dream Realm is like an adventurer venturing into the tropical rainforest empty-handed…

the likelihood of becoming food is quite high.

Some predators prefer their food raw, while others are more…

civilized.

Only the renowned Angel Envoys or particularly powerful beings from the Dream Realm can leave their presence behind as a marker that says, “This place is claimed, come at your own risk.”

—Judging from the various curious tools near the bed, this seems to have been a base previously used by Morgan.

It’s unclear whether she gave this dream directly to Aiwass or simply considers him a tenant.

The fact that Isabel, who has never met Morgan, could be pulled in suggests at least that her name also appears on Morgan’s list.

In that case, in the future, as long as Aiwass and Isabel sleep at the same time and use the same key, they will likely dream the same dream and meet here…

Though they are still too weak now, Aiwass doesn’t dare take Isabel to explore the Dream Realm.

But at the very least, even if one of them is in Avalon and the other in the Holy Nation, they could still exchange information in their dreams.

“But what is the key to entering this dream…”

Aiwass was somewhat puzzled.

After pondering, Isabel answered, “It should be…

the bar.

At least that’s what my intuition tells me—I fell into this dream because I drank alcohol.”

“I see…”

Aiwass nodded, completely trusting Isabel’s unreasonable intuition.

Just having a little drink before sleep would allow him to meet Isabel…

A convenient and quick way to communicate!

This was far more reliable than the still-untrustworthy telephones of the era.

And if one had to convey important messages through the church, it wasn’t suitable for intimate conversation…

This was just perfect.

“It’s quite the generous gift.”

Aiwass clasped his hands and praised from the heart, “Thank you, Lady Morgan.”

Isabel crawled beside him and imitated his gesture, shaking her head and clasping her hands, “Praise Lady Morgan.”

Watching Isabel, a strange thought suddenly sprung in Aiwass’s mind—Morgan was the foster-mother of Mordred and thus could be considered an ancestor of Aiwass; meanwhile, Lancelot was an ancestor of Isabel.

…With their attitudes being so friendly towards them, could it be that Morgan saw them as some kind of strange alternative meal?