Chapter 860: Dreams Never Follow Logic.

The Wasteland.

Aboard the Stellar Journey train.

Zhu Xingshu, who had only recently completed the station strategy, was wearing an apron, leisurely cooking in the kitchen.

She occasionally listened to the Whispers of Fate, smiling knowingly when she heard something amusing.

Suddenly, a lofty voice caused the spatula in her hand to clatter to the floor.

"Weave... Dreams? Another Blasphemy Card has appeared in the world?!"

She transformed into a strand of starlight and instantly returned to the massive Astrological Platform.

All twelve Fate Cards manifested simultaneously.

At their center, the Blasphemy Card known as the Astrolabe shimmered with dazzling light.

"Who, who is it?"

Streams of starlight continuously surged within her eyes.

The long river of fate was unraveled by her, thread by thread.

In an instant, countless voices and pieces of information flooded into Zhu Xingshu's mind.

The overwhelming influx of intelligence left her will spinning, her spirit reaching the Critical Point in a single breath.

But she couldn't find it...

Still couldn't find it.

It was the exact same feeling as when Ye Qiyan possessed a Blasphemy Card.

"Could it be... him again? No, that's wrong..."

Zhu Xingshu dismissed that thought.

Although Ye Qiyan already possessed two cards, breaking the rule that one person could only hold a single Blasphemy Card, this time was different from before.

She knew the name of this card.

【Dream Weaver】

If it really were something belonging to Ye Qiyan, she shouldn't even know its name in the first place.

"Dream Weaver, Dream Weaver... just who could it be?"

She plunged a gem-encrusted dagger into her lower abdomen.

Blood flowed into the Slot on the Astrological Platform.

The power of fate was continuously drawn upon, but...

Still nothing.

Fate offered her no answer.

Zhu Xingshu lay in that pool of blood, utterly indifferent to her clothes being stained red.

Her face, pale from excessive blood loss, was filled with a radiant smile.

Yet that smile, paired with her current state, seemed so strangely unsettling.

"Well... I'll find out eventually, hehe, if I didn't know that card's name, I'd probably think it was Bro Ye. But never mind, hmm... no need to rush. Speaking of which... has Bro Ye still not left that world yet?

I really want to know... what exactly happened in that world of despair."

She murmured softly to herself, her voice growing weaker and weaker.

She called up the Light Screen, looked at the notification showing Time Flow Synchronization was unavailable for Ye Qiyan, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Truly... I'm curious. Just who is this being, blank in the flow of fate just like you?"

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On the battlefield.

With the birth of the 【Dream Weaver】, the entire world fell into deathly silence in that instant.

Twelve Eyes and the Faded Form Aloflis stared at the human youth who seemed to have become the center of this world.

At this moment.

He was gazing at his third Blasphemy Card.

Upon its surface, the Faceless People were surrounded by strands of dream-colored silk threads.

Its hands crossed, weaving faceless figures out of dreamlike threads.

Before it, a faint trace of illusion flickered in and out of existence.

Ye Qiyan pinched the Dream Weaver between two fingers.

Twelve Eyes, held back by the fear born from the Blasphemy Card, had yet to attack, but now its body stiffened.

A new will and power forcibly surged into its mind.

"Ah!"

In merely an instant, this Divine Monster, which would surely rank among the top of B-grade if it entered the Divine Sequence Path, lost its sense of self.

The freedom it craved, the power it sought, all vanished into smoke the moment its will was erased.

【Twelve Eyes·Faded Form】

Even its Apostles were eroded in will, becoming puppets of 【Colorlessness】.

"Interesting human."

Unlike Twelve Eyes, a voice indistinguishable between male and female emerged from its mouth.

"Indeed, just as I thought. The fragments of the Blasphemy Card still crave their master even within the End, and because of the Golden Tribe and that fragment, someone was bound to enter this world eventually.

Human. A race that travels the Wasteland.

You have piqued my curiosity."

Ye Qiyan was well aware these words were definitely not spoken by the Divine Monster called Twelve Eyes.

From the moment Aloflis transformed into a monster, he knew that some entity would definitely appear here.

"There's nothing curious about me. True God Colorless? That name should be correct, shouldn't it?"

The pressure emanating from "Twelve Eyes" grew increasingly intense, and a pure black-and-white eye manifested behind it.

"True God? Heh... a tedious Title. I am merely Colorless, the Self I shall perpetually transcend. Human, you possess the qualification to reach the pinnacle, but it is only qualification, nothing more.

I will give you a chance. Survive, and prove your worth."

【the End·Twelve Eyes·Will of Colorlessness】

The name of that Divine Monster changed once again.

"Prove my worth?"

Ye Qiyan let out a soft chuckle.

"Why do you assume I'll definitely lose?"

"Because you are not the pinnacle." 【Colorlessness】 answered with absolute certainty. "Its will has been replaced by mine. Even with a Blasphemy Card, until you reach the apex, you are no match for me."

"Is that so? Then... if this Divine Monster dies, and that will dies with it, how would your true body feel?"

【Colorlessness】 sensed something strange but did not instantly perceive the existence of 【Bewitchment】 the way 【Death】 had.

It still replied in that cold voice:

"If such a thing truly happened, my true body would feel pain, and my authority would be diminished. But that's imposs— hmm? Human? What have you done?"

Ye Qiyan toyed with 【Bewitchment】, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"Nothing much. I just confirmed one thing."

"What thing?"

"Hmm... meaning, you're going to lose, and it's going to hurt~"

He raised his hand.

And softly chanted: "Dream Trace."

A 【Trace of Dreams】 left a teardrop-like mark upon the 【Dream Weaver】 in this world already consumed by the End.

"Heart Weave..."

The Faceless One on the card raised its hands.

Countless dreamlike threads connected from them to that trace of dreams.

This fragment, originating from the primordial world of the Golden Tribe, let out a wail.

The color of dreams eclipsed the colorless End.

Every scene of this world before it fell into the End was restored anew.

Figures indistinguishable from humans, beings who had already met their End, who should never have had any chance of revival, quietly materialized.

The Golden Tribe.

Even 【Colorlessness】 was stunned by their appearance.

"Impossible? The Golden Tribe has already met their End, and never left behind even a single seed. What... have you done?"

Ye Qiyan brought the Dream Weaver to his lips and said softly:

"Simply giving this world one more struggle. That's all."

This was a dream where truth and illusion mattered not.

This was merely the second struggle the 【Dream Weaver】 had woven for this world, this civilization, this race, a struggle where winning or losing held no meaning.

Time would not flow backward, and the world would not enter a Cycle.

But this was 【A Dream】, the final miracle granted to a world at its End, the last glorious bloom of a civilization that gave everything just to leave behind a single trace of its existence.

Dreams never follow logic.