Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c53

Witch’s Night: Chapter 53 Another Dream

Luo Yan slowly opened her eyes. As far as she could see, her vision was completely filled with a vast expanse of white.

This was a dream.

It had been a while since Luo Yan last dreamed. The demonic offering “Never Parting from Dreams” of the Witch of End, while granting her the power of “End,” also took away her dreams.

As soon as Luo Yan started dreaming, she would “wake up,” hovering between dream and reality.

This back and forth was almost equivalent to not sleeping at all…

Therefore, after obtaining “Never Parting from Dreams,” Luo Yan always slept very well, achieving a deep, dreamless sleep.

But the current situation…

Luo Yan stood up, only to find her body inexplicably light. Her original weight was already ridiculously light, but now she was more like… a puff of air.

Moreover, compared to previous dreams, Luo Yan found her consciousness extremely clear. Even though she already knew this was a dream, she didn’t wake up.

But there seemed to be nothing in the dream. Luo Yan floated around, not finding anything else.

Suddenly, just then, a familiar, ethereal melody sounded.

“Eeya eeya, ten guards…”

Was it… that nursery rhyme?

A look of surprise appeared on Luo Yan’s face. Now she knew that this wasn’t a Lannister nursery rhyme at all, and she also knew that this nursery rhyme was closely related to the Gods.

Besides the simple correspondence between the ten guards and the ten Primordial Demons, some chilling metaphors in the lyrics also revealed the fact that the Gods were no longer the Gods of the past.

As for why it inexplicably appeared in her mind, and why it existed in the Church of the End Gods’ barrier, the answers to these questions were already obvious.

“Which Primordial Demon’s territory have I wandered into again…”

Luo Yan composed herself and started floating towards the source of the ethereal melody.

Unlike what she had heard before, and what she sang herself, this time, the ethereal melody seemed more chaotic and disordered, but the meaning it contained wasn’t weakened in the slightest.

The faint singing carried a childishness like baby talk, but the voice itself was like a lark’s, pleasant and girlish.

One step, two steps.

Luo Yan continued walking. The closer she got to the source of the ethereal melody, the more hollow the singing sounded, the lightness in the melody being extracted bit by bit, and oppression and sorrow filled the entire melody.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, when the sorrow in the melody was almost about to infect Luo Yan, a change finally appeared in her unchanging vision.

A faint blackness appeared in the distance, like a careless painter accidentally spilling a bit of ink on a blank canvas.

One step, two steps.

The ink filled the blank canvas, gradually outlining the silhouette of a girl.

She was sitting.

Long, dark hair casually spread out on the ground, endless darkness emanating from the ends, blending into the surrounding whiteness without any sense of incongruity.

Whose masterpiece was this?

Luo Yan gradually approached the dark girl, and at this time, she noticed her body becoming heavier, unable to float like before, and she landed back on the ground.

One step, two steps.

The light sound of footsteps echoed, particularly noticeable in this silent environment, even the dark girl immersed in singing heard it.

The dark girl’s ethereal melody broke for a moment, and although it quickly resumed, the lyrics were gone, leaving only a soft humming.

Finally, Luo Yan reached the dark girl, and the dark girl slowly turned around.

As expected, the dark girl’s face was identical to hers, equally beautiful, but her eyes were completely filled with a deep darkness, carrying a chilling aura of destruction and fear.

“The Witch of Absolute Death.”

Luo Yan murmured.

She had seen her before.

In her dreams, in the truth revealed by Mister Nine before his death, in the forgotten corners… she had seen her.

However, the Witch of Absolute Death before her was completely different from the one she had seen before.

No longer cold and powerful, no longer silent and lonely, but overflowing with sorrow and joy.

The dark girl looked at Luo Yan, her dark, destructive eyes seemingly tinged with a bright silver-white.

A dazzling, brilliant smile bloomed on her silent face.

“It’s you… the small… white flower…”

“I’ve been searching for so long, finally… found…”

Luo Yan stood silently in place, as if something was about to emerge from her memory, a sealed, forbidden, untouchable part…

A part of failure.

She saw herself in the dark girl’s eyes, a barely formed white light.

Was this a dream?

Was this really just a dream?

But it all felt so real…

Luo Yan felt her vision trembling, blurring, her consciousness violently shaking.

Reality and dream gradually separated, and she was slowly drifting away from this terrifyingly real dream.

But at this moment, she saw the dark girl desperately rushing towards her, a heart-wrenching cry echoing…

“No—”

“Please… don’t take her away…”

“I… only have her left…”

“…”

The white vision instantly plunged into endless silence and darkness, two cold, emotionless voices echoing alternately, like a death sentence,

“Unfortunately, the Artificial Witch Project has completely failed. The new ‘Absolute Death’… like me, has developed emotions she shouldn’t have. She will become a threat to humanity. Her memories must be erased immediately, and her existence eliminated.”

“The Gods have already realized our plan. The time we can buy… is running out.”

“The peak of the Holy Mountain, a place without sky, without earth, without wind, without sun, is the only blind spot of the false starry sky.”

“Are we really going to take this step? Exiling a God is the most helpless choice, and also the most… desperate choice. It’s just temporarily shielding the eyes and ears of the Malice of All Worlds, and we’re still powerless to break free from the shackles of ‘malice’.”

After a long silence, the voice sounded again,

“I… am willing to believe in the infinite possibilities of humanity.”

Everything fell silent.

Luo Yan opened her eyes again, staring blankly at the ceiling, silent.

Everything in the dream was imprinted in her mind, not dissipating like last time.

The crying dark girl, the cold conversation, and the white light that was her, all revealed to Luo Yan that these were realities she had experienced.

It seemed… as her control over the demonic powers increased, Luo Yan was getting closer to certain completely forgotten, sealed secrets.

“Artificial Witch Project.”

Luo Yan remembered clearly. This was a term she had never heard before, not even a single rumor.

It was very likely that even the equally crazy Church of the End Gods knew nothing about this seemingly insane plan.

Luo Yan even suspected that the Saints didn’t know about it either, otherwise, in that absolutely isolated place, why hadn’t Illusion mentioned it to her at all?

And the two voices that appeared at the end, their identities were now obvious.

—The Saint.

Or rather, the former Witch of Absolute Death and the former Luo Yan.

As for why Luo Yan had this dream at this time…

She sat up slightly and looked out the open window into the distance.

The barrier known as “The Ark” was faintly visible, even in its inactive state, its imposing presence still suffocating.

But Luo Yan wasn’t looking at the magnificent “Ark,” but further away, at a location almost beyond her vision, a place commonly known as the “Sanctuary.”

…Also the Saint’s final resting place.

Was it because she was getting closer to the so-called truth?

“Miss Luo Yan—”

Just then, a cheerful voice sounded, and the bedroom door was knocked several times. She could tell from the voice that the girl outside seemed to be in a good mood.

As the voice sounded, Luo Yan’s thoughts returned to the present, and she whispered,

“The door’s unlocked.”

“Creak~”

After the sound of the door hinge turning, Xinya walked in, carrying a tray of breakfast, a smile on her lips as usual.

But seeing Luo Yan, she showed a slightly surprised expression,

“Miss Luo Yan, you… why are you crying?”

“Huh?”

Luo Yan touched her cheeks, feeling a slight dampness on her fingertips.

“Did something happen?” Xinya asked with concern.

“No,” Luo Yan shook her head and stood up. “Just… remembering some things from the past.”

“I see… I saw that Miss Luo Yan hadn’t woken up yet, so I specifically brought you breakfast!”

Xinya smoothly changed the subject, placing the breakfast tray on Luo Yan’s bedside table with a smile.

The breakfast on the plate was youtiao (deep-fried dough sticks) and doujiang (soy milk). Although Luo Yan’s previous residence was a typical Old Era Western-style mansion, she was now considered to be from Yan City… so Xinya naturally prepared an Eastern breakfast for her.

It had been a few days since Luo Yan and the others arrived in Noah. Besides exploring quite a bit on the first day, they hadn’t gone out much in the past few days.

It wasn’t that Luo Yan was tired or anything; it was just that as a beacon of humanity, the center of the Free Federation, Noah… was also unavoidably boring.

Although it had a history of over a thousand years, the places with longer histories were all within the Sanctuary.

There were also centuries-old historical sites within the Noah Church, but most of them were strictly off-limits to unauthorized personnel.

The places they could visit were just a few tourist attractions, and many places were just copy-and-paste industrial districts, more functional in their layout and planning, making them even more boring.

In the New Era, where Calamities and disasters could strike at any time, having a place to live in peace was already fortunate enough. Even Noah couldn’t promote entertainment on a large scale.

Even Anna, who had been enthusiastic at first, after going out a few times, returned to the house and started working on her sewing machine.

However, besides these insignificant minor issues, these days in Noah were the most comfortable Luo Yan had experienced since leaving Ghost Town.

—It would be even better if she could cook to prove herself.

Seeing Luo Yan quickly finish her breakfast, Xinya inwardly marveled at how even wolfing down food couldn’t diminish her beauty, then composed herself and took out a letter,

“This is a letter from Yan City, for you.”

“Hmm?”

Luo Yan took the letter and saw the crooked signature “Hua Qiling” on the envelope, sighing that Hua Qiling’s handwriting was so ugly.

“It seems to have been sent from Yan City half a month ago, but it takes some time to reach Noah. It actually arrived a bit later than you.”

Xinya paused and continued,

“But judging from the timing, it seems… that you had just left at that time?”

Xinya had a general timetable and could tell with a simple calculation that this letter was sent along with the Lifeline departing from Yan City.

It was just that Illusion brought Luo Yan to Noah earlier using a Teleportation Array.

But in that case… why wasn’t this letter delivered directly to Miss Luo Yan?

Could it be some kind of special… quirk?

“…Some special circumstances.”

Luo Yan thought for a moment and figured it out.

After the Yan City war ended, due to a slight deviation in her Void positioning, she arrived directly in Lannister, while the Lifeline from Yan City hadn’t even departed yet.

Xinya didn’t know about these details, which was why she found it strange.

“Besides this personal letter, there’s another one for you.”

Xinya took out another letter, but when she took out this one, her expression instantly became much more solemn. She carefully held the two corners of the envelope with both hands and respectfully handed it to Luo Yan.

“This is…”

Seeing Xinya’s solemnity, Luo Yan also took the letter, written on old parchment, with both hands. The refreshing scent of the ink was invigorating; it was clearly not an ordinary item.

“This is an invitation to Holy Communion, personally written by His Holiness Pope Aslanmode VII, very precious.”

Only after Luo Yan took the letter did Xinya breathe a sigh of relief.

Such an important item, when it was handed to her, her hands and feet had been trembling.

This was an invitation personally written by His Holiness!

Putting aside the significance of the invitation itself, this letter, made from the papyrus growing in the Sanctuary, written with inkstone from the Holy Mountain and ground with water from the true Fountain of Youth, was already invaluable.

Not to mention that the content of the letter was personally written by His Holiness, which was equivalent to a powerful blessing, its effect doubled within Noah.

Xinya felt that if she damaged this thing, even working for a hundred years, she wouldn’t be able to repay it with her salary. It was no wonder she was trembling.

“Holy Communion?” Luo Yan was stunned. She looked down and saw the words “Holy Communion” on the invitation. “What… is this?”

“Simply put, it’s a banquet hosted by His Holiness,” Xinya explained, then continued with a tone full of yearning, “And, it seems a Saint will be attending this time.”

Was there any Noah citizen who didn’t yearn for the great Twelve Saints?

Even a brief encounter would be exhilarating.