The Supreme Satanic System

Chapter 402 Lunar Dream Catcher Spell

“I know you’re there. Reveal yourself!” Damien declared with unwavering resolve.

“Oh, really? Then prove it,” a female voice echoed from all directions. “First, attempt to dispel my enchantment. Lunar Dream Catcher, ensnare him!” Suddenly, a brilliant full moon emerged in the dark sky, casting its radiant light upon him.

In an instant, the moon vanished, taking the surrounding scenery with it. Damien witnessed the environment disintegrate as if it were nothing more than a fragile sheet of paper engulfed in flames. Soon, he found himself standing amidst a luxuriant garden teeming with vibrant, multicolored flowers. Floral patches stretched as far as the eye could see, with an endless sea of yellow blooms to the east, red flowers to the west, and a vast valley adorned with pink blossoms to the south. The sun, rising from the east, bathed him in its warm, familiar embrace, evoking an elusive sense of nostalgia.

“This is merely an impeccable illusion,” Damien muttered under his breath. Determined to break free from this perplexing situation, he activated his Devil’s Ocular Technique, his eyes emanating a scintillating golden glow. He attempted telepathic communication with Cynthia, but to his astonishment, the spell seemed to thwart even this connection, despite her presence within his mental palace.

With a resolute intention to unravel the enigma surrounding him, Damien simultaneously activated the magnifying and x-ray modes of his ocular ability, diligently scanning his surroundings. A wave of shock washed over him as he realized that everything around him was not only real but surpassed reality itself.

“Impossible!” he exclaimed in disbelief. After scrutinizing his surroundings once more, he muttered in admiration, “Lunar Dream Catcher is truly an astounding spell. It extends beyond the bounds of the five senses and possesses the ability to fabricate reality down to the microscopic level, rendering billions of years of soil development and hundreds of millions of years of plant evolution utterly insignificant. It’s nothing short of extraordinary.”

Damien once again surveyed the area with his shimmering golden eyes and discerned the silhouette of a hut beyond the northern highlands. He continued to meticulously inspect his surroundings multiple times, desperately searching for any clues to dispel the spell. To unravel its flaw, he knew he needed to find its weakest link, but his efforts proved futile. Left with no other option, he began his journey northward.

Striding through the sea of vibrant flowers, Damien couldn’t resist continuously examining the blossoms that swayed in unison with the gentle gusts of wind, rustling his white shirt. Inhaling the fragrant breeze, saturated with the sweet scents of the blooming flora, he couldn’t help but smile and exclaim, “Incredibly refreshing and invigorating! This sensation is addictive, but it won’t deter me from reaching the hut.” Somehow, he felt intoxicated, and he continued his northward journey, swaying slightly from side to side. An intoxicated smile played across his face.

As Damien ventured further into the illusionary realm, he couldn’t help but be entranced by the captivating scenery that surrounded him. The lush sea of flowers danced in harmony with the soft breezes that rustled his white shirt, their vivid colors creating a breathtaking mosaic of nature’s beauty. Each flower seemed to radiate its own unique hue, casting a vibrant and enchanting spell over the landscape.

Inhaling deeply, Damien savored the gentle breeze that carried with it the sweet, intoxicating aromas of the blooming flora. The fragrances mixed and melded, creating a symphony of scents that filled the air and teased his senses. It was a sensory overload of nature’s finest perfumes, and he couldn’t help but smile in appreciation.

As he continued his journey, Damien’s senses were further delighted by the sight of the endless sea of flowers that stretched out in different directions. To the east, a golden carpet of yellow blossoms extended as far as the eye could see, while to the west, a sea of red flowers added a passionate and fiery contrast to the landscape. To the south, a vast valley was adorned with delicate pink blooms, creating a picturesque vista that seemed almost too perfect to be real.

The sun, rising from the east, bathed the entire scene in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows that played on the colorful petals. Damien couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of familiarity and comfort as if he had returned to a cherished memory from his past. However, he couldn’t quite place the source of this nostalgic feeling, and it remained an enigmatic puzzle.

This illusionary world, created by the Lunar Dream Catcher spell, was a masterpiece of artistry and deception. Its flawless rendering of nature’s wonders left Damien in awe, and he couldn’t find a single flaw in its design, no matter how hard he looked. It was a testament to the spell’s power and the skill of its caster.

As he strode through this enchanting landscape, intoxicated by its beauty, Damien couldn’t help but wonder about the purpose of this trial and what lay ahead in his encounter with the enigmatic Lunar Goddess.

With the unwavering determination honed through numerous trials and tribulations, Damien finally arrived at the hut. Despite its weathered appearance, the thatched roof exuded a rustic charm, supported by six long bamboo pillars, forming a domed structure. As he drew nearer, he noticed a woman clad in white attire, seated on a rocking chair, cradling a porcelain teacup. Her long, ebony hair cascaded down her back.

Without a care, Damien stumbled into the hut. “Welcome, esteemed guest. Please take a seat,” she beckoned, indicating the chair opposite her and the small round table between them. Damien complied, settling into the wooden chair. When he glanced up, he saw that the lady’s face was veiled by a delicate white silk cloth adorned with floral patterns. Beneath the cloth, her complexion was fair, and her enchanting cyan eyes sparkled. A moon-shaped mark adorned her forehead, dusted with some form of talcum powder.

Leaning back in her rocking chair, the lady raised her cup from beneath the white fabric and took a sip, her eyes fixed on the youth before her.

Damien, who was already inebriated, nearly lost his composure as he observed her long eyelashes fluttering like the delicate wings of a colorful butterfly. His Lightning Cannon Cultivation Technique seemed to activate on its own within his dantian region, sending a spark of lightning coursing through him and snapping him out of his intoxication. ‘This is dangerous. She almost had me.’

With a deliberate thought, Damien reactivated his ‘devil glare,’ remaining vigilant.

“How intriguing!” the lady remarked. Setting her cup down on the table, she sat upright and picked up a dragon-shaped teapot, filling her own cup and another beside it. “Damien Darhk, I presume.”

Accepting the teacup with his right hand, Damien grinned and replied, “Guilty as charged.” His teeth flashed in the grin. “And I suppose you must be the head of the association and its founder, the Lunar Goddess.” He had deduced this the moment he noticed the moon-shaped talcum powder mark on her forehead.

“Yes, Mr. Darhk, and you find yourself within the illusion of my Lunar Dream Catcher. What do you make of this spell?” Her voice resounded, more enchanting than the sweetest of birdsong.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” he continued. “This illusionary realm is beyond my comprehension, and it’s more perfect than any real world I’ve ever encountered. This must be a trial, correct? In any case, I can’t find a single flaw within this world.”

Accompanying her voice, a chilling breeze swept toward Damien, passing directly through the lady. It brushed across his face, stimulating his olfactory senses, and he found himself enveloped in the most exquisite aroma he had ever experienced. Overcome with intoxication once more, he spoke almost impulsively, “It’s so sweet. It must be your natural scent, am I right? Oh, my apologies, I’ve lost my manners.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she reassured him, extending her slender hand. The Lunar Goddess continued, “In fact, if you find it pleasing, you’re welcome to sit beside me. No, go ahead and sit on my lap.”