Chapter 1177 - 541: The Hands-On Goddess

Chapter 1177: Chapter 541: The Hands-On Goddess

Just then, Herbert’s eyelashes suddenly trembled lightly, as if he were about to wake up from his dream.

!!!

The Cold Winter Goddess froze on the spot, her heart giving a violent thump. She instinctively pulled back her hand, held her breath, and stared tensely at his face.

After quite a while, seeing that Herbert only furrowed his brows slightly and didn’t actually wake up, she finally let out a breath, patting her own chest—she even missed the first time.

She’d forgotten how different a girl’s barren body was from her own, and her hand subconsciously landed on empty air.

Uphemia quietly adjusted, pressing her hand firmly downward until she finally managed to pat her chest, putting on an expression of "that scared me to death."

That look was completely different from the dignified image of a Goddess in the eyes of mortals, making her seem more like a little girl caught stealing candy.

Should I stop?

"Ahem, it’s fine, it’s fine, I didn’t do anything..."

After that brief fluster, the Goddess’s curiosity once again took over.

This time she was a bit bolder. She stretched out a finger and gently poked Herbert’s cheek, savoring that peculiar sensation, unable to resist poking a few more times.

Right at that moment, Herbert suddenly let out a faint murmur.

"Mm..."

Though she couldn’t make out the words, the Goddess sharply sensed that the fluctuation of his soul had grown more intense, as if he’d run into some kind of upheaval in his dream.

She immediately stopped, placing her palm lightly on Herbert’s forehead, trying to use the power of the Divine to perceive his dream.

But she failed.

Herbert’s soul defenses were extremely tight; not even the Gods could break through easily.

If she forced her way in, she might indeed succeed, but it would definitely inflict tremendous harm on Herbert.

"This..."

The Goddess noticed this change, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes before she broke into a knowing smile.

She withdrew her hand and quietly watched Herbert’s sleeping face, her fingers unconsciously combing through the loose hair at his forehead, her curiosity and affection intertwining.

Since there was such tight protection, she no longer had to worry—there was absolutely no way Herbert would encounter any life-or-death crisis in his dreams.

"What an unfathomable little brat."

Herbert carried far too many secrets on him, enough to make the Gods curious.

The Goddess murmured softly, her voice tinged with a trace of helplessness, but even more with appreciation: "But that’s what makes it interesting."

She leaned against the headboard, gently shifting Herbert’s head onto her lap so he could sleep more comfortably.

The "girl" lowered her eyes, guarding the two bodies as she waited for him to return from the dream.

And at the same time...

continued her own little research project.

She wasn’t studying those unspeakable secrets on Herbert’s body, but another, different kind of "unspeakable."

"...Whoaa!"

She squinted, hesitating for a long time, then finally screwed up her courage and snuck a peek through the slit she’d quietly lifted in his clothes and pants.

!

She froze for a second, then her eyes instantly went wide.

"Hiss—!"

...

...

In his dream, Herbert had no idea that, at this very moment, his body was being repeatedly measured by a certain Goddess’s small hands.

"Huh?"

Right now, he opened his eyes and found himself wrapped in Nenasha’s power; his consciousness had broken free of the body’s constraints and was drifting in a vast field of white mist.

Originally, he’d assumed he would drop straight into Teresa’s dream, but the situation now was clearly not what he’d expected.

"What’s going on?"

Herbert frowned, trying to stir his soul power to sense his surroundings, only to discover that all around him was nothing but endless fog, and within it lingered a faint, ancient aura.

He quickly realized one thing—did entering the dream fail?

No, that wasn’t right. He was definitely in a dream state... but this place didn’t seem to be the world of dreams?

Just as he was puzzling over it, a light, graceful figure suddenly emerged from the mist, beaming brightly at him.

["Hi~"]

Nenasha was dressed in a long white gown that shimmered softly. As the hem brushed through the fog, it actually left a trail of crystalline light behind her.

["Looks like you’ve already noticed something’s off."]

"Where is this?"

["You haven’t guessed?"]

A mysterious smile appeared on Nenasha’s face. She stretched out her hand and lightly swept at the mist beside her.

In the next instant, the thick white fog suddenly seemed to come alive, automatically parting to both sides and revealing a small path leading deeper in.

That scene immediately made Herbert understand what this place was.

"So that’s it."

They hadn’t gone far at all; they were still within the Mist Mountain Range. It was just that, unlike the outer edges, the two of them had instantly delved into its deepest reaches.

"How did you do that?"

["Come with me~"]

Nenasha shook her head without explaining, turned to walk ahead, and said with a smile: ["Rather than wasting time explaining, it’ll be faster if you just see it for yourself."]

Herbert didn’t hesitate and followed behind Nenasha, stepping onto the path.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Right now he was only a strand of consciousness, lucid within the dream, while his soul remained stored in his body.

The mist underfoot was soft like clouds, and with every step he could feel a faint energy rising from the soles of his feet.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding fog gradually grew thinner. From the distance came the faint sound of running water and the subtle noises of plants growing. The supposedly dead, silent depths of the Mist Mountain Range were slowly revealing traces of life.

"The one manipulating the dreams is hiding here?"

["You could put it that way, but it’s not entirely accurate."]

Nenasha glanced back at Herbert, shaking her head slightly, a hint of complexity in her eyes.