Chapter 66: A Dream Shared by Three (Happy New Year)

"Seria, Tana, we're back!"

Carrying the unconscious Iris on his back, his hands instinctively and habitually resting right on the plumpest parts, he hurried into the manor.

"You're finally back. All the boxes are sold out..."

Seria ran out to greet them, her pretty face full of joy and excitement. During the past few days when there were no boxes to sell and no money to be made, she had no choice but to help Tana or Soryup.

"Sorry, sorry, after the affairs in Skyscraper were settled, I stayed in West Coast for a while."

"Oh~~"

He looked Seria up and down with considerable surprise. She was wearing a white cotton coat and a skirt, paired with black over-the-knee cotton stockings. With the weather turning cold, this was quite a normal and problem-free outfit.

Her appearance remained as pretty as ever, but her smooth little face seemed a bit more rounded?

"Let's go inside first. Klah, Bienosh, this is the place I bought. You can stay here for now. Seria, come over, I need your help with something."

Inside the living room, the fireplace was blazing. Tana was dressed in a skimpy silk nightgown that could not conceal her graceful figure. She held a glass of red wine, swirling it continuously, filling the air with a lazy, charming allure.

"You really carried an extraordinary person back. You even dared to lay your hands on her."

Tana chuckled as she set down her wine glass, showing no sign of blame. Iris was indeed an extremely crucial figure, but she hadn't expected Yelin to ambush her and bring her back so quickly...

"I was going to make a move sooner or later anyway. Stop lying around and come help, she has a very fatal curse on her."

Iris was still unconscious as Seria and Tana conducted a comprehensive examination of her, while Shiat and Bienosh chattered away on the side.

"Is Iris really a doll? To me, she looks just like a human. She can speak, breathe, has a body temperature and delicate skin..."

"Yeah, she's a bit too lifelike. I can hardly believe it."

"Wow, look at her, even lying flat, her justice is still as proud as ever, just like Mael!"

"Huh?"

Shiat and Bienosh suddenly turned their heads to stare at Klah. The latter was startled, but then she stubbornly stuck out her neck, pulled Mael over, and said righteously, "I'm just telling the truth! Can't I be envious?!"

"Alright then, Klah, you've learned to be bad from that shameless guy!"

After some playful banter, Shiat patted Mael's head. "By the way, did you find that fragment thing?"

"No."

Mael's gaze was somewhat dim and regretful. The probability of finding fragments where Apostles were located was higher, but it was still just a probability.

"It's the Curse of the Evil Spirit! Heavens, such an evil spell only exists in Elven legends!"

Seria gripped Iris's hand tightly, feeling immense sympathy for this woman she had never met before, pity shining in her eyes.

"What is the Curse of the Evil Spirit?" Bienosh turned her head and asked in puzzlement.

"It's a spell situated between the Summoner classes 'Circle of Dominion' and 'Contract Summon', but its evil nature far surpasses the Circle of Dominion. It's a spell that exerts subconscious influence and binds a person's true nature."

"In other words, those afflicted by the Curse of the Evil Spirit watch helplessly, unable to control their own actions, their spirits suffering torture at every waking moment."

"Is there a way to save her?"

"We can only try. I need some materials to stimulate the Curse of the Evil Spirit, then dive into her spiritual world and sever the source of the curse."

"The spiritual world?" Shiat asked in surprise.

"Yes, much like monsters eroded by the Black Nightmare. If someone can drag them out of the dream world, they will naturally return to their original state, except that monsters are very fierce at that time, but she is asleep now."

Perhaps Luna's chop had been a bit too heavy; Iris remained unconscious, but her brow furrowed from time to time, and her hands clenched tightly, clearly trapped in a state of intense suffering and agony.

"Do we need a strong warrior to help?" Shiat frowned.

"Sister Tana is enough, but because Iris still has the strength to resist and we can't just enter casually, whoever enters her spiritual world must be acknowledged by her. Souls are extremely exclusive."

Seria was deeply worried. Theoretically, Tana was the best person to dive into the spiritual world since her strength was the greatest and she had a higher chance of success, but Tana had to focus on severing the Curse of the Evil Spirit, and there was no guarantee Iris would accept her.

"Because the Curse of the Evil Spirit has been triggered, if we can't rescue her before she wakes up, her soul will plunge into a deeper abyss, making the next rescue much more difficult!"

Hearing this, Yelin made a prompt decision and clapped his hands. "Alright, let's do it tonight. Seria, what materials do you need?"

"Golden Small Cubes, which possess an even more sacred power than Colorless Small Cubes, Remy's Aid, and World of Genesis. We'll need a lot of them."

"No problem."

A recliner was pushed over, covered with a pad and a thick pillow, and Iris was propped up semi-reclined upon it. Seria then arranged a magic array in the living room using Golden Small Cubes, with faint golden threads extending from each cube, slowly sinking into the center of Iris's brows.

Through Seria's testing, it was discovered that there were three people whom Iris's subconscious did not block: herself, Mael, and Yelin.

However, Seria had to maintain Iris's spiritual world to prevent it from collapsing, and Mael repeatedly shook her head, indicating she couldn't do it...

As the incarnation of Nimiel, the Goddess of Wisdom, once her vast spiritual power entered Iris's mind, the latter might not be able to withstand it and would directly shatter.

"I'm wondering, even a shameless, hands-on guy like you gets acknowledged. If I hadn't been too weak back then, I really would have stabbed you to death."

"Maybe my charm is just higher!" Yelin felt he should put his hands on his hips and puff up his chest, even though it was all thanks to the Mark of Heaven.

"Shameless!"

Shiat shook her head and extended her middle finger, then took her sword and joined Bienosh and Klah outside the door to block any sudden accidents.

"Mael, feed Iris a Remy's Aid every three minutes. If her expression looks painful, feed her a World of Genesis."

"Mm, I understand," Mael nodded solemnly.

"Let's get ready. The Curse of the Evil Spirit only affects Iris, and this body belongs to Iris as well. As long as we awaken Iris's will to survive, we can force the Curse of the Evil Spirit to manifest. At that exact moment, Sister Tana will attack it, and we will kill it in one blow!"

Seria and Yelin sat on either side of the recliner, each holding one of Iris's hands, and then their own hands clasped together.

"I'm starting..."

Seria slowly closed her eyes, and at the same time, a wave of drowsiness washed over Yelin's mind. He was going to dream, and all three of them would share the same dream...

A few minutes later, Seria frowned deeply and sighed, "No good. She seems about to yield to the Curse of the Evil Spirit. Her mental self-protection is too strong; I can't get in."

"What should we do then?"

"If there's some kind of strong stimulation..."

Without a second word, Yelin pinched Iris's thigh directly. Sure enough, Iris's eyebrows twitched.

"It works! But it's not enough!"

He pinched her again...

And once more...

In an instant, drowsiness rushed into his mind like a tidal wave. His head dropped heavily, and he collapsed right onto Iris's pale, smooth thighs, falling asleep.

Mael stared blankly at Iris's bruised and purple legs, wondering what kind of expression she would wear when she woke up...