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Chapter 1796: End of the World

It was a black, glistening millipede that lunged at him from under the deadfall. Its armored body was about three meters in length, as wide as an adult man's torso. Instead of a pair of mandibles, it had an eerily human mouth full of sharp, needle-like fangs.

The millipede was a Corrupted Beast.

Sunny did not move from the saddle and simply turned his head with a dark look. Before the creature could reach him, dark tentacles rose from the blackened surface of the dead tree and enveloped it, slamming the abomination down. Then, they moved like saws, their undersides turning into sharp blades.

A few heartbeats later, the millipede was sawn into a dozen bleeding chunks. It struggled weakly, and then grew still.

Sunny dismissed the shadows and stared at the gruesome remains incredulously. Then, he sighed and looked up.

"...I'm supposed to eat that?"

Before he could jump off the saddle to harvest the millipede's meat and soul shards, though, he sensed a tide of shadows moving in his direction.

Soon enough, the broken forest came alive. It looked as if a flood of darkness flowed from under the ancient trunks, rushing at him with terrible speed. A deafening rustle assaulted his ears.

Sunny cursed in a stifled voice.

The flood of darkness was not the second coming of the Dark Sea - Instead, there were more millipedes slithering towards him. Thousands of them, at least, all of the same Rank and Class as the first one.

Sunny was powerful. He was even powerful beyond belief, if compared to an average Saint. However, he was not inclined to battle a swarm of thousands of Corrupted Beasts.

Dismissing Nightmare, he turned into a shadow and fled. A moment later, the tide of millipedes flowed over the remains of their fallen sibling, and in a split second, the meat he had been reluctant to collect was gone. Not even a piece of black chitin remained.

Gliding away stealthily, Sunny let out a bitter, mental sigh.

'No wonder.'

No wonder none of the Sleepers of the Forgotten Shore had managed to find salvation by trying to reach another region of the Dream Realm. Even if they somehow managed to traverse thousands of kilometers of the crimson labyrinth, hiding from the Dark Sea at night, all that awaited them beyond the coral was death.

Hollow Mountains and Nightmare Desert were a death warrant. But this Burned Forest was not any better. It was another Death Zone.

Sunny had no doubt that there was no salvation west of the Forgotten Shore, either.

‘Doesn't matter.’

Leaving the swarm of millipedes behind, he continued to move north.

***

It took Sunny a long time to make his way through the Burned Forest. He was quickly reminded that he was at the bottom of the food chain - after that first encounter with the swarm of Corrupted Beasts, he met many more Nightmare Creatures, most of them much more powerful than the millipedes were.

There were plenty of Great abominations on the outskirts of the forest... as for its depths, Sunny had not dared venturing there, moving instead in a wide circle.

He had evaded some and killed some. His food stores were replenished, but his body was in a sorry state. It was to the point where he had to remain in the form of a shadow for a while, using one of the avatars as the main vessel of his consciousness instead.

His incarnations were independent of each other, so if one received a wound, it was not reflected on the rest. Because of that, he could rotate them when there was a need, letting the damaged ones heal while the fresh ones fought.

That way, he managed to survive crossing the Burned Forest.

There were days when he moved, days when he rested, and days when he hid himself in the darkness, scouting the way ahead with utmost caution.

During one of such days, Sunny witnessed something that rattled him to the core.

As his shadow climbed on the taller remnant left behind by one of the burned trees, he could suddenly see deep into the forest, where an enormous depression in the earth was carpeted by broken trunks.

And in the middle of that vast plain stood a charred stump.

The sight of that stump left Sunny speechless.

Its size was truly unimaginable. The surface where the trunk of the colossal tree had broken off was vast enough to be considered a plateau. Each bulging, blackened root was like a mountain. lіghtnоvеlсаvе~c`оm. The creases of the scorched bark were like deep valleys, and the shadows populating them were enough to drown entire cities.

Sunny could not imagine what could have destroyed such a tree. When it had stood whole, its crown must have brushed against the stars, and the sun must have passed between its branches, following the moon.

If there had truly been a world tree, then this had to be its corpse.

Somebody had annihilated it, complete with innumerable living beings that must have lived on its colossal branches.

‘...I'm so small.’

Hidden far away, in a dark fissure between two fallen trunks, Sunny smiled darkly.

He was so far below the unimaginable tree, and the being who had destroyed it, that even thinking

about himself in that context was preposterous.

For now, at least.

***

Not long after that, Sunny continued his journey. He arduously made his way through the Burned Forest, and eventually left it behind.

By then, the sun did not rise at night anymore.

The sky was not entirely black, though. It was illuminated by countless stars, and although the moon did not show itself, he could see a ghostly radiance sometimes, as if it was hidden just out of sight.

The weather slowly turned more and more severe. Sunny was no stranger to cold, but still, he was starting to struggle slightly.

The ground was slowly devoured by ice. Sunny continued to move north, and at some point, he could not see ground at the bottom of the deep cracks in the ice anymore - instead, there was only water.

By then, he really felt as if he was approaching the edge of the world.

Sunny journeyed on, overcome by strange excitement.

Would he really reach the boundary of the Dream Realm? There was curvature to the horizon here, so reasonably, this strange world was supposed to be a sphere, just like Earth. So, he might end up entering the Stormsea from the south.

However, reason did not always work in the Dream Realm. So, Sunny could easily imagine that the world would just end, opening up into an endless dark abyss. Or maybe an infinity of billowing white mist... into nothing.

What would it feel like, to stand on the edge of the world and peer beyond?

Suffering from cold and lethal wind, Sunny stubbornly moved further north.

There was nothing around him anymore. No ruins, no Nightmare Creatures, no signs of ancient battles. Only the wind, the ice, and the stars.

But then, one day...

Something suddenly appeared in the distance. A shape that was different from all the rest, too orderly and smooth to not be artificial,

Barely containing his fascination, Sunny walked in that direction.

He moved closer and closer, until the strange structure finally revealed itself.

Sunny stumbled.

His weathered face suddenly froze. All traces of excitement were erased from it, replaced by a deep, powerful emotion that wasn't quite horror and wasn't quite shock, but very close to both.

He swayed slightly.

"Aaaah...."

A slow exhale slowly escaped from his lips.

Sunny sank to his knees.

Tears rolled from his eyes, turning into drops of ice.

"Here... it's here."

It was.

A bitter smile split his pale face apart.

Out there in front of him, hidden in the ice... stood a small settlement. It was surrounded by a thick wall, which was now broken and covered in snow.

There was a large dome-like structure towering above the settlement, painted white against the backdrop of the starlit sky. It resembled a giant, perfectly smooth egg.

It was an observatory... a lunar observatory.

It was LO49.

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    GoatBom
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    Whatt
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    Kenneth
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    The waking world is slowly being devoured
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    HalfIotian
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    Wait does that mean the entirety or most of the moon is in Dream Realm? How did the assimilation even work, did the moon the people see is not their moon anymore or is the sky they see is the Dream Realm's sky?
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      GridDokja
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      There is many novel talking about merging earth, one way is just patch work extension, basically fuse it and make it bigger
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    Bolus
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    Quote: ropero
    I believe people above reasonably assume that it wasn't just the LO49 and it's immediate surroundings that were assimilated, but some significant part (if not all) of Antarctica as well. And if that assumption is true, it raises so many questions on how the process of assimilation works, especially given that some other continents were lost way before Anarctica fell and so logically should be a part of Dream Realm for some time now.

    Есть владыки, которые точно в курсе происходящего и должны знать что к чему.
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      Dummybaron
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      Знания которыми обладают Суверены под вопросом. Может они знают практически всё, а может и немногим более чем главные герои да и нам эта информация ничего не даёт. Но они уж точно не могут знать всего, особенно когда большую часть времени они усиливают свой Домен и готовятся к войне, Астерион может и знает о многом так как долго исследовал Dream Realm, но всё он знать не может так как слишком слаб, а остальные Суверены знаниями не интересуются.
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        ropero
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        I think it's safe to say that Sovereigns harbor most of general knowledge about dream realm for many reasons, but most of them comes to the fact that they are Sovereigns and that they rule above dozens of Saints. It means that they saw the four nightmares and have the most full accounts from the nightmares of their Saints. Not to forget that they were the discoverers of many citadels and realms in general, getting the knowledge firsthand and even probably hiding most from the world. Asterion The third one is an even weirder case, but until now all three Sovereigns are enigmas that we even after 1800 know close to nothing about.
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    Om3ga Opiness😎
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    1797 Last Refuge

    Sunny would have loved to be wrong. He would have liked to believe that he had lost his sanity from solitude and hopelessness. Or even that he had fallen under the effect of a strange mind hex.

    That he was looking at an illusion conjured by some harrowing abomination.

    But in his heart, he knew that his eyes weren't lying to him. Out there in front of him, buried in snow and ice, was indeed Lunar Observatory Forty-Nine - the research settlement where he had met Beth and Professor Obel once, during the Chain of Nightmares. Where Dusk of Fallen Grace killed everyone except for a handful of people that Sunny had taken away in time.

    The dome of the old observatory was the same. The alloy wall was the same, even if its turrets had turned into ice sculptures. The empty buildings where the scientists, soldiers, and assisting personnel had once lived and worked were the same, too.

    The research installation stood lonesomely under the starlit sky, drowning in snow. Sunny shivered,

    "H-how..."

    But he knew how, Wind Flower had warned him... she had told him that his world would be consumed by the Dream Realm one day, Just like hers. He had known that it was Inevitable for a long time.

    However, Sunny had never thought that the process would have started so soon.

    ‘I thought... we still... had time.’

    He remained motionless for a while, taking in the eerle sight of the empty facility with an expression that went beyond despair.

    It felt so wrong, to see alloy walls and prefab structures in the Dream Realm.

    Appalling.

    Sunny had no words to describe what he was feeling. He had left the waking world behind... and yet, witnessing the root of its future destruction had rattled him to the very core.

    The dilapidated streets of the outskirts. The beautiful terrace district in the inner city. The fortress-like Awakened Academy. The prestigious school where Rain had studied. Everything he knew... would be swallowed by the Dream Realm soon.

    Worse than that. All the places that formed the background of his memories would not just be transported to another world. They would become forgotten ruins - just the kind Sunny was fond of exploring. Weathered, forlorn, and teeming with revolting abominations.

    That was the grim future of the world infected by the Nightmare Spell.

    Only... there would be no one to explore the ruins of the waking world and wonder about the people who had populated them once. Because Sunny's realm was the last to be consumed. There would be no explorers left to remember their lives and struggles.

    The waking world would cease to exist. Maybe not in a year, or even a decade...

    But the process had already started.

    Sunny did not know how long he had spent kneeling in the snow in front of the silent research station. Eventually, though, he shakily rose to his feet and walked toward the crumbled wall.

    He spent some time wandering LO49 in a daze.

    Back then, Sunny had left in a hurry. After delivering his cohort and the two civilians to safety, he mounted Nightmare and returned - but he did not enter the facility again, only looking at it from afar. Everyone was gone, taken by Dusk of Fallen Grace.

    Even though Sunny killed the Terror later with the help of Naeve and Saint Bloodwave, the memory of the empty settlement was still connected to a feeling of powerlessness and deep, chilling fear in his heart.

    Funnily enough, he felt the same way now. Nothing seemed to have changed in LO49. There was some damage caused by the harsh environment, and the exteriors of the alloy buildings were covered in ice and snow, However, the interiors were in surprisingly good condition.

    All the tech had stopped working, of course. But the material legacy was all there.

    There were clothes, furniture, and decorations. Kitchen utensils, writing Implements, and synthetic paper. The Important data had been stored digitally, but many scientists had been in the habit of writing notes by hand or drawing complicated formulas on the boards.

    There were also useless items people accumulated throughout their lives. Toys, trinkets, and sentimental mementoes. Posters, musical instruments, and handicrafts.

    Some of it would decay with the passage of time. But actually, most of the things created by modern humans were quite lasting.

    If someone unfamiliar with the civilization of the waking world visited this place in the future... what would they think about the people who had perished at LO49?

    Would they think that the ancient people had been ingenious and worthy of admiration, excelling in craft and architecture? That they created enchanting art, pursued enlightenment, and were quite knowledgeable about the arcane principles that governed the world?

    Or that the ancient people had been warlike and austere, living in harsh conditions and surrounding their utilitarian homes by tall metal walls? After all there were weapons and military uniforms everywhere in LO49, as well.

    However, there were no corpses. No bones, no signs of a vicious battle. Nobody would know what had happened here, and at best, they would feel idle curiosity about the fate of the missing inhabitants.

    About as much of it as Sunny had felt in the ruins of the overgrown city where the Cursed Tyrant, Condemnation, dwelled.

    There was a bitter taste in his mouth.

    It was because Sunny knew better than most what it meant to be forgotten.

    Sometimes, not being remembered was worse than death.

    'Ah. I hate it'

    Still unable to come to terms with the dreadful revelation, he remained motionless for a while, and then left the settlement to wander around.

    It was strange.

    The research facility was how it had been. Some of its surroundings were familiar, too...

    But the rest was not.

    The ocean shore might have been hidden under the ice, but the mountains were definitely missing. After exploring the area more thoroughly, Sunny made sure that he wasn't mistaken.

    He had almost expected to find the entire Antarctica here, but somehow, it was nowhere to be found. There were no mountains, no highways, no underground base that he had used as shelter after meeting Gere and his small convoy of refugees.

    Instead, there was just an endless plain of ice.

    It was as if a small chunk had been torn out of the waking world and transported here, then stitched to the patchwork realm of nightmares.

    No matter how long Sunny looked, he did not find another.

    Still... the Dream Realm was vast.

    There could be more pieces of Antarctica lost somewhere in the ice. Other areas could be elsewhere... Sunny would not be surprised if it turned out that a piece of America was now drifting somewhere in Stormsea, or that parts of Europe could be found west of the Forgotten Shore.

    There was no point in continuing the search anymore. Nothing would change if he found another fragment of the waking world here.

    Sunny looked south, where LO49 was hidden in the darkness.

    Then, he looked north, at the endless expanse of ice.

    The desire to explore the unknown that had pushed him forward so far... was inexplicably gone, doused by the grim discovery.

    Letting out a sigh, he summoned the Marvellous Mimic, commanded it to turn into a hut, and went inside.

    His mind was numb, and his heat was cold.

    So, Sunny decided to sleep.

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      Om3ga Opiness😎
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      1798 Knowledge of Everything

      When Sunny woke up, reality was the same. His dreams did not change the cold, ruthless truth.

      He had wondered a lot what he would find at the edge of this alien world, but never expected to find the end of his own.

      Sunny slowly sat up and stared at the wall with an absent expression.

      ...Would he still be alone in this frozen wasteland when his world crumbled and become one with the spreading Dream Realm?

      Reality was the same, but he was not.

      It wasn't unexpected, to change after witnessing something so shocking. He had mused about how small he was in comparison to the colossal stump in the Burned Forest. But only witnessing the white dome of LO49 under the strange sky had really put his entire life in perspective.

      Sunny was quite a self-centered person. He wasn't a narcissist or someone who had no empathy for anyone except himself, but he cared about himself more than he did about others. There were a few people out there he would die for - but even then, It was because they were dear to him, and their loss would hurt him terribly.

      Only those who had not suffered before were oblivious enough to be truly selfless. People who had experienced anguish and pain knew the value of selfishness, because caring about oneself meant not having to suffer that anguish again.

      So, Sunny was a reasonably selfish man. He was also a man who had experienced all kinds of torment, witnessed great tragedies, and endured it all to continue walking forward.

      Still, even he could not remain unmoved in the face of the destruction of his world, and the extinction of his kind.

      'She was right... knowledge is indeed the heaviest thing in the world.’

      The winds were howling beyond the walls of the

      empty hut. The sky was cold and dark. Pale starlight bathed the desolate expanse of ice, reflecting from it in a ghostly radiance.

      Some distance away, the dome of LO49 stood lonesomely above the snow.

      Sunny let out a long sigh.

      He did not want to, but had no choice except to reevaluate a lot of things. Very important things, including the very concept of the future and his own place in its frightening reach.

      In fact, even though Sunny did not know what to think yet, he felt that he had already made a few decisions.

      It was just that he had not realized these decisions yet.

      Life.,,, was so messy.

      He had gone to Antarctica in search of conviction, thinking that his own was lacking. He did not find what he was looking for there, but instead learned that his own beliefs and aspirations were in no way inferior to anyone else's.

      Sunny had also learned to despise the Sovereigns in Antarctica. The callous ghouls who played their games while countless people died, even though they could extend a hand and save them.

      He wanted to make his will known and if not punish the tyrants, then at least prevent their hidden conflict from causing too much collateral damage among the civilian population. He did a few things to realize that goal, but before his efforts truly bore fruit, the Battle of the Black Skull happened.

      And then, Sunny was thrown into the Third Nightmare.

      What happened in the Tomb of Ariel... well. He made a proper mess of everything, and then somehow solved it, as well. But the way he solved it was more damaging than the Nightmare itself.

      However, those... those were his personal issues. They had nothing to do with the Sovereigns, what he had wanted to do in Antarctica, and the fate of the world.

      And by the time he returned, the Sovereigns had already made their move, and the Southern Campaign was over, Those refugees that had not been evacuated across the ocean fled into the Dream Gates, and left the waking world. Sunny's immediate goal had no meaning anymore.

      Sunny himself, meanwhile... was abandoned by the world. He was forgotten, expelled, and erased from existence. Untethered from everyone, and everything. Completely lost.

      So, he left.

      He left and never looked back, crossing the Hollow Mountains, the Forgotten Shore, and the Burned Forest in solitude. All to leave the world that had rejected him behind...

      Only to find a piece of that world at the end of the journey.

      What was he supposed to do now?

      Should he continue to pretend that nothing of what was happening to humanity had anything to do with him now?

      Should he continue to hide, keep his own company, and slowly lose his mind?

      Should he continue going north?

      Just yesterday, Sunny was full of excitement at the thought of exploring the uncharted parts of the Dream Realm.

      But today, he did not care anymore. The thrill was gone, replaced by a heavy emptiness.

      Summoning the Endless Spring, Sunny drank some water, sighed, and then absent-mindedly looked at the beautiful glass bottle.

      That Memory of his had served him well over the years.

      It was a gift from someone who didn't remember him anymore.

      His expression turned cold.

      ...Of course, there was a different choice to be made, and a different destiny to be carved out.

      Instead of heading north, he could turn around and go back.

      He could return.

      'And then what?’

      Nobody remembered him. Nephis, Cassie, Effie, Kai, Jet, Rain... Teacher Julius, Saint Tyris, Beth... and everyone else.

      They did not think or care about someone they did not know.

      But Sunny remembered.

      'When I go back... if I go back... I'll have to do a few tricky things.’

      By now, he was powerful enough not to be a mere spectator. Why did he have to simply watch the ruthless players move the figures across the board? Instead, he could exert his influence to personally change the game.

      A person like him could do a lot when no one was looking his way. The idea of confronting the Sovereigns seemed like pure madness before. It still did, but was it, really?

      Could Sunny exert his will and reshape the world to fit his desires?

      He would have to plot the downfall of Anvil of Valor and Ki Song.

      There was the third one, as well... perhaps the most dangerous of the three.

      But dealing with the Sovereigns was only the beginning.

      Now that the destruction of everything was accelerating, there was only one way - forward, to the very end. Either the Nightmare Spell would swallow humanity, or be conquered by humans.

      Supreme, Sacred, Divine.

      The end could only be stopped if new gods were born of humanity. Therefore, that was what Sunny had to ensure... if he went back.

      Did he dare to dream it?

      A long time ago, Nephis had proclaimed her determination to conquer every Nightmare. Sunny had thought that she was insane back then.

      The wind was growing colder outside.

      He remained silent for a long time, listening to its howling.

      ‘...So what if it's insane?’

      Sunny was not quite healthy in the mental department himself. He had not been for a long time.

      He did dare to dream it. At this point, there was very little that he did not dare to do.

      Walking out of the door, Sunny looked at the sky.

      The sky was full of stars.

      'I am nobody. And I have nothing.’

      He inhaled the frigid air and looked south with a cold, dark gleam in his lightless eyes.

      'So let's change everything.’

      With that, he dismissed the Marvellous Mimic and reached into his soul, which was still tethered to the waking world.

      Soon, his figure disappeared from the sea of starlit ice.

      ...Instead, a ragged silhouette appeared on a desolate street in the outskirts of NQSC, surrounded by a whirlwind of dancing snowflakes.
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      I don't know who dislikes it, but that person seems like can't support a new person who just wants to help
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        Om3ga Opiness😎
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        I honestly dont take it to heart.I know some people just be hating satisfied
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    ropero
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    1797 Last Refuge


    Sunny would have loved to be wrong. He would have liked to believe that he had lost his sanity from solitude and hopelessness. Or even that he had fallen under the effect of a strange mind hex.

    That he was looking at an illusion conjured by some harrowing abomination.

    But in his heart, he knew that his eyes weren't lying to him. Out there in front of him, buried in snow and ice, was indeed Lunar Observatory Forty-Nine - the research settlement where he had met Beth and Professor Obel once, during the Chain of Nightmares. Where Dusk of Fallen Grace killed everyone except for a handful of people that Sunny had taken away in time.

    The dome of the old observatory was the same. The alloy wall was the same, even if its turrets had turned into ice sculptures. The empty buildings where the scientists, soldiers, and assisting personnel had once lived and worked were the same, too.

    The research installation stood lonesomely under the starlit sky, drowning in snow. Sunny shivered,

    "H-how..."

    But he knew how, Wind Flower had warned him... she had told him that his world would be consumed by the Dream Realm one day, Just like hers. He had known that it was Inevitable for a long time.

    However, Sunny had never thought that the process would have started so soon.

    ‘I thought... we still... had time.’

    He remained motionless for a while, taking in the eerle sight of the empty facility with an expression that went beyond despair.

    It felt so wrong, to see alloy walls and prefab structures in the Dream Realm.

    Appalling.

    Sunny had no words to describe what he was feeling. He had left the waking world behind... and yet, witnessing the root of its future destruction had rattled him to the very core.

    The dilapidated streets of the outskirts. The beautiful terrace district in the inner city. The fortress-like Awakened Academy. The prestigious school where Rain had studied. Everything he knew... would be swallowed by the Dream Realm soon.

    Worse than that. All the places that formed the background of his memories would not just be transported to another world. They would become forgotten ruins - just the kind Sunny was fond of exploring. Weathered, forlorn, and teeming with revolting abominations.

    That was the grim future of the world infected by the Nightmare Spell.

    Only... there would be no one to explore the ruins of the waking world and wonder about the people who had populated them once. Because Sunny's realm was the last to be consumed. There would be no explorers left to remember their lives and struggles.

    The waking world would cease to exist. Maybe not in a year, or even a decade...

    But the process had already started.

    Sunny did not know how long he had spent kneeling in the snow in front of the silent research station. Eventually, though, he shakily rose to his feet and walked toward the crumbled wall.

    He spent some time wandering LO49 in a daze.

    Back then, Sunny had left in a hurry. After delivering his cohort and the two civilians to safety, he mounted Nightmare and returned - but he did not enter the facility again, only looking at it from afar. Everyone was gone, taken by Dusk of Fallen Grace.

    Even though Sunny killed the Terror later with the help of Naeve and Saint Bloodwave, the memory of the empty settlement was still connected to a feeling of powerlessness and deep, chilling fear in his heart.

    Funnily enough, he felt the same way now. Nothing seemed to have changed in LO49. There was some damage caused by the harsh environment, and the exteriors of the alloy buildings were covered in ice and snow, However, the interiors were in surprisingly good condition.

    All the tech had stopped working, of course. But the material legacy was all there.

    There were clothes, furniture, and decorations. Kitchen utensils, writing Implements, and synthetic paper. The Important data had been stored digitally, but many scientists had been in the habit of writing notes by hand or drawing complicated formulas on the boards.

    There were also useless items people accumulated throughout their lives. Toys, trinkets, and sentimental mementoes. Posters, musical instruments, and handicrafts.

    Some of it would decay with the passage of time. But actually, most of the things created by modern humans were quite lasting.

    If someone unfamiliar with the civilization of the waking world visited this place in the future... what would they think about the people who had perished at LO49?

    Would they think that the ancient people had been ingenious and worthy of admiration, excelling in craft and architecture? That they created enchanting art, pursued enlightenment, and were quite knowledgeable about the arcane principles that governed the world?

    Or that the ancient people had been warlike and austere, living in harsh conditions and surrounding their utilitarian homes by tall metal walls? After all there were weapons and military uniforms everywhere in LO49, as well.

    However, there were no corpses. No bones, no signs of a vicious battle. Nobody would know what had happened here, and at best, they would feel idle curiosity about the fate of the missing inhabitants.

    About as much of it as Sunny had felt in the ruins of the overgrown city where the Cursed Tyrant, Condemnation, dwelled.

    There was a bitter taste in his mouth.

    It was because Sunny knew better than most what it meant to be forgotten.

    Sometimes, not being remembered was worse than death.

    'Ah. I hate it'

    Still unable to come to terms with the dreadful revelation, he remained motionless for a while, and then left the settlement to wander around.

    It was strange.

    The research facility was how it had been. Some of its surroundings were familiar, too...

    But the rest was not.

    The ocean shore might have been hidden under the ice, but the mountains were definitely missing. After exploring the area more thoroughly, Sunny made sure that he wasn't mistaken.

    He had almost expected to find the entire Antarctica here, but somehow, it was nowhere to be found. There were no mountains, no highways, no underground base that he had used as shelter after meeting Gere and his small convoy of refugees.

    Instead, there was just an endless plain of ice.

    It was as if a small chunk had been torn out of the waking world and transported here, then stitched to the patchwork realm of nightmares.

    No matter how long Sunny looked, he did not find another.

    Still... the Dream Realm was vast.

    There could be more pieces of Antarctica lost somewhere in the ice. Other areas could be elsewhere... Sunny would not be surprised if it turned out that a piece of America was now drifting somewhere in Stormsea, or that parts of Europe could be found west of the Forgotten Shore.

    There was no point in continuing the search anymore. Nothing would change if he found another fragment of the waking world here.

    Sunny looked south, where LO49 was hidden in the darkness.

    Then, he looked north, at the endless expanse of ice.

    The desire to explore the unknown that had pushed him forward so far... was inexplicably gone, doused by the grim discovery.

    Letting out a sigh, he summoned the Marvellous Mimic, commanded it to turn into a hut, and went inside.

    His mind was numb, and his heat was cold.

    So, Sunny decided to sleep.
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      ropero
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      1798 Knowledge of Everything

      When Sunny woke up, reality was the same. His dreams did not change the cold, ruthless truth.

      He had wondered a lot what he would find at the edge of this alien world, but never expected to find the end of his own.

      Sunny slowly sat up and stared at the wall with an absent expression.

      ...Would he still be alone in this frozen wasteland when his world crumbled and become one with the spreading Dream Realm?

      Reality was the same, but he was not.

      It wasn't unexpected, to change after witnessing something so shocking. He had mused about how small he was in comparison to the colossal stump in the Burned Forest. But only witnessing the white dome of LO49 under the strange sky had really put his entire life in perspective.

      Sunny was quite a self-centered person. He wasn't a narcissist or someone who had no empathy for anyone except himself, but he cared about himself more than he did about others. There were a few people out there he would die for - but even then, It was because they were dear to him, and their loss would hurt him terribly.

      Only those who had not suffered before were oblivious enough to be truly selfless. People who had experienced anguish and pain knew the value of selfishness, because caring about oneself meant not having to suffer that anguish again.

      So, Sunny was a reasonably selfish man. He was also a man who had experienced all kinds of torment, witnessed great tragedies, and endured it all to continue walking forward.

      Still, even he could not remain unmoved in the face of the destruction of his world, and the extinction of his kind.

      'She was right... knowledge is indeed the heaviest thing in the world.’

      The winds were howling beyond the walls of the

      empty hut. The sky was cold and dark. Pale starlight bathed the desolate expanse of ice, reflecting from it in a ghostly radiance.

      Some distance away, the dome of LO49 stood lonesomely above the snow.

      Sunny let out a long sigh.

      He did not want to, but had no choice except to reevaluate a lot of things. Very important things, including the very concept of the future and his own place in its frightening reach.

      In fact, even though Sunny did not know what to think yet, he felt that he had already made a few decisions.

      It was just that he had not realized these decisions yet.

      Life.,,, was so messy.

      He had gone to Antarctica in search of conviction, thinking that his own was lacking. He did not find what he was looking for there, but instead learned that his own beliefs and aspirations were in no way inferior to anyone else's.

      Sunny had also learned to despise the Sovereigns in Antarctica. The callous ghouls who played their games while countless people died, even though they could extend a hand and save them.

      He wanted to make his will known and if not punish the tyrants, then at least prevent their hidden conflict from causing too much collateral damage among the civilian population. He did a few things to realize that goal, but before his efforts truly bore fruit, the Battle of the Black Skull happened.

      And then, Sunny was thrown into the Third Nightmare.

      What happened in the Tomb of Ariel... well. He made a proper mess of everything, and then somehow solved it, as well. But the way he solved it was more damaging than the Nightmare itself.

      However, those... those were his personal issues. They had nothing to do with the Sovereigns, what he had wanted to do in Antarctica, and the fate of the world.

      And by the time he returned, the Sovereigns had already made their move, and the Southern Campaign was over, Those refugees that had not been evacuated across the ocean fled into the Dream Gates, and left the waking world. Sunny's immediate goal had no meaning anymore.

      Sunny himself, meanwhile... was abandoned by the world. He was forgotten, expelled, and erased from existence. Untethered from everyone, and everything. Completely lost.

      So, he left.

      He left and never looked back, crossing the Hollow Mountains, the Forgotten Shore, and the Burned Forest in solitude. All to leave the world that had rejected him behind...

      Only to find a piece of that world at the end of the journey.

      What was he supposed to do now?

      Should he continue to pretend that nothing of what was happening to humanity had anything to do with him now?

      Should he continue to hide, keep his own company, and slowly lose his mind?

      Should he continue going north?

      Just yesterday, Sunny was full of excitement at the thought of exploring the uncharted parts of the Dream Realm.

      But today, he did not care anymore. The thrill was gone, replaced by a heavy emptiness.

      Summoning the Endless Spring, Sunny drank some water, sighed, and then absent-mindedly looked at the beautiful glass bottle.

      That Memory of his had served him well over the years.

      It was a gift from someone who didn't remember him anymore.

      His expression turned cold.

      ...Of course, there was a different choice to be made, and a different destiny to be carved out.

      Instead of heading north, he could turn around and go back.

      He could return.

      'And then what?’

      Nobody remembered him. Nephis, Cassie, Effie, Kai, Jet, Rain... Teacher Julius, Saint Tyris, Beth... and everyone else.

      They did not think or care about someone they did not know.

      But Sunny remembered.

      'When I go back... if I go back... I'll have to do a few tricky things.’

      By now, he was powerful enough not to be a mere spectator. Why did he have to simply watch the ruthless players move the figures across the board? Instead, he could exert his influence to personally change the game.

      A person like him could do a lot when no one was looking his way. The idea of confronting the Sovereigns seemed like pure madness before. It still did, but was it, really?

      Could Sunny exert his will and reshape the world to fit his desires?

      He would have to plot the downfall of Anvil of Valor and Ki Song.

      There was the third one, as well... perhaps the most dangerous of the three.

      But dealing with the Sovereigns was only the beginning.

      Now that the destruction of everything was accelerating, there was only one way - forward, to the very end. Either the Nightmare Spell would swallow humanity, or be conquered by humans.

      Supreme, Sacred, Divine.

      The end could only be stopped if new gods were born of humanity. Therefore, that was what Sunny had to ensure... if he went back.

      Did he dare to dream it?

      A long time ago, Nephis had proclaimed her determination to conquer every Nightmare. Sunny had thought that she was insane back then.

      The wind was growing colder outside.

      He remained silent for a long time, listening to its howling.

      ‘...So what if it's insane?’

      Sunny was not quite healthy in the mental department himself. He had not been for a long time.

      He did dare to dream it. At this point, there was very little that he did not dare to do.

      Walking out of the door, Sunny looked at the sky.

      The sky was full of stars.

      'I am nobody. And I have nothing.’

      He inhaled the frigid air and looked south with a cold, dark gleam in his lightless eyes.

      'So let's change everything.’

      With that, he dismissed the Marvellous Mimic and reached into his soul, which was still tethered to the waking world.

      Soon, his figure disappeared from the sea of starlit ice.

      ...Instead, a ragged silhouette appeared on a desolate street in the outskirts of NQSC, surrounded by a whirlwind of dancing snowflakes.
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    Chapter 1797: Last Refuge


    Sunny would have loved to be wrong. He would have liked to believe that he had lost his sanity from solitude and hopelessness. Or even that he had fallen under the effect of a strange mind hex.

    That he was looking at an illusion conjured by some harrowing abomination.

    But in his heart, he knew that his eyes weren't lying to him. Out there in front of him, buried in snow and ice, was indeed Lunar Observatory Forty-Nine - the research settlement where he had met Beth and Professor Obel once, during the Chain of Nightmares. Where Dusk of Fallen Grace killed everyone except for a handful of people that Sunny had taken away in time.

    The dome of the old observatory was the same. The alloy wall was the same, even if its turrets had turned into ice sculptures. The empty buildings where the scientists, soldiers, and assisting personnel had once lived and worked were the same, too.

    The research installation stood lonesomely under the starlit sky, drowning in snow. Sunny shivered,

    "H-how..."

    But he knew how, Wind Flower had warned him... she had told him that his world would be consumed by the Dream Realm one day, Just like hers. He had known that it was Inevitable for a long time.

    However, Sunny had never thought that the process would have started so soon.

    ‘I thought... we still... had time.’

    He remained motionless for a while, taking in the eerle sight of the empty facility with an expression that went beyond despair.

    It felt so wrong, to see alloy walls and prefab structures in the Dream Realm.

    Appalling.

    Sunny had no words to describe what he was feeling. He had left the waking world behind... and yet, witnessing the root of its future destruction had rattled him to the very core.

    The dilapidated streets of the outskirts. The beautiful terrace district in the inner city. The fortress-like Awakened Academy. The prestigious school where Rain had studied. Everything he knew... would be swallowed by the Dream Realm soon.

    Worse than that. All the places that formed the background of his memories would not just be transported to another world. They would become forgotten ruins - just the kind Sunny was fond of exploring. Weathered, forlorn, and teeming with revolting abominations.

    That was the grim future of the world infected by the Nightmare Spell.

    Only... there would be no one to explore the ruins of the waking world and wonder about the people who had populated them once. Because Sunny's realm was the last to be consumed. There would be no explorers left to remember their lives and struggles.

    The waking world would cease to exist. Maybe not in a year, or even a decade...

    But the process had already started.

    Sunny did not know how long he had spent kneeling in the snow in front of the silent research station. Eventually, though, he shakily rose to his feet and walked toward the crumbled wall.

    He spent some time wandering LO49 in a daze.

    Back then, Sunny had left in a hurry. After delivering his cohort and the two civilians to safety, he mounted Nightmare and returned - but he did not enter the facility again, only looking at it from afar. Everyone was gone, taken by Dusk of Fallen Grace.

    Even though Sunny killed the Terror later with the help of Naeve and Saint Bloodwave, the memory of the empty settlement was still connected to a feeling of powerlessness and deep, chilling fear in his heart.

    Funnily enough, he felt the same way now. Nothing seemed to have changed in LO49. There was some damage caused by the harsh environment, and the exteriors of the alloy buildings were covered in ice and snow, However, the interiors were in surprisingly good condition.

    All the tech had stopped working, of course. But the material legacy was all there.

    There were clothes, furniture, and decorations. Kitchen utensils, writing Implements, and synthetic paper. The Important data had been stored digitally, but many scientists had been in the habit of writing notes by hand or drawing complicated formulas on the boards.

    There were also useless items people accumulated throughout their lives. Toys, trinkets, and sentimental mementoes. Posters, musical instruments, and handicrafts.

    Some of it would decay with the passage of time. But actually, most of the things created by modern humans were quite lasting.

    If someone unfamiliar with the civilization of the waking world visited this place in the future... what would they think about the people who had perished at LO49?

    Would they think that the ancient people had been ingenious and worthy of admiration, excelling in craft and architecture? That they created enchanting art, pursued enlightenment, and were quite knowledgeable about the arcane principles that governed the world?

    Or that the ancient people had been warlike and austere, living in harsh conditions and surrounding their utilitarian homes by tall metal walls? After all there were weapons and military uniforms everywhere in LO49, as well.

    However, there were no corpses. No bones, no signs of a vicious battle. Nobody would know what had happened here, and at best, they would feel idle curiosity about the fate of the missing inhabitants.

    About as much of it as Sunny had felt in the ruins of the overgrown city where the Cursed Tyrant, Condemnation, dwelled.

    There was a bitter taste in his mouth.

    It was because Sunny knew better than most what it meant to be forgotten.

    Sometimes, not being remembered was worse than death.

    'Ah. I hate it'

    Still unable to come to terms with the dreadful revelation, he remained motionless for a while, and then left the settlement to wander around.

    It was strange.

    The research facility was how it had been. Some of its surroundings were familiar, too...

    But the rest was not.

    The ocean shore might have been hidden under the ice, but the mountains were definitely missing. After exploring the area more thoroughly, Sunny made sure that he wasn't mistaken.

    He had almost expected to find the entire Antarctica here, but somehow, it was nowhere to be found. There were no mountains, no highways, no underground base that he had used as shelter after meeting Gere and his small convoy of refugees.

    Instead, there was just an endless plain of ice.

    It was as if a small chunk had been torn out of the waking world and transported here, then stitched to the patchwork realm of nightmares.

    No matter how long Sunny looked, he did not find another.

    Still... the Dream Realm was vast.

    There could be more pieces of Antarctica lost somewhere in the ice. Other areas could be elsewhere... Sunny would not be surprised if it turned out that a piece of America was now drifting somewhere in Stormsea, or that parts of Europe could be found west of the Forgotten Shore.

    There was no point in continuing the search anymore. Nothing would change if he found another fragment of the waking world here.

    Sunny looked south, where LO49 was hidden in the darkness.

    Then, he looked north, at the endless expanse of ice.

    The desire to explore the unknown that had pushed him forward so far... was inexplicably gone, doused by the grim discovery.

    Letting out a sigh, he summoned the Marvellous Mimic, commanded it to turn into a hut, and went inside.

    His mind was numb, and his heat was cold.

    So, Sunny decided to sleep.
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      Chapter 1798: Knowledge of Everything


      When Sunny woke up, reality was the same. His dreams did not change the cold, ruthless truth.

      He had wondered a lot what he would find at the edge of this alien world, but never expected to find the end of his own.

      Sunny slowly sat up and stared at the wall with an absent expression.

      ...Would he still be alone in this frozen wasteland when his world crumbled and become one with the spreading Dream Realm?

      Reality was the same, but he was not.

      It wasn't unexpected, to change after witnessing something so shocking. He had mused about how small he was in comparison to the colossal stump in the Burned Forest. But only witnessing the white dome of LO49 under the strange sky had really put his entire life in perspective.

      Sunny was quite a self-centered person. He wasn't a narcissist or someone who had no empathy for anyone except himself, but he cared about himself more than he did about others. There were a few people out there he would die for - but even then, It was because they were dear to him, and their loss would hurt him terribly.

      Only those who had not suffered before were oblivious enough to be truly selfless. People who had experienced anguish and pain knew the value of selfishness, because caring about oneself meant not having to suffer that anguish again.

      So, Sunny was a reasonably selfish man. He was also a man who had experienced all kinds of torment, witnessed great tragedies, and endured it all to continue walking forward.

      Still, even he could not remain unmoved in the face of the destruction of his world, and the extinction of his kind.

      'She was right... knowledge is indeed the heaviest thing in the world.’

      The winds were howling beyond the walls of the

      empty hut. The sky was cold and dark. Pale starlight bathed the desolate expanse of ice, reflecting from it in a ghostly radiance.

      Some distance away, the dome of LO49 stood lonesomely above the snow.

      Sunny let out a long sigh.

      He did not want to, but had no choice except to reevaluate a lot of things. Very important things, including the very concept of the future and his own place in its frightening reach.

      In fact, even though Sunny did not know what to think yet, he felt that he had already made a few decisions.

      It was just that he had not realized these decisions yet.

      Life.,,, was so messy.

      He had gone to Antarctica in search of conviction, thinking that his own was lacking. He did not find what he was looking for there, but instead learned that his own beliefs and aspirations were in no way inferior to anyone else's.

      Sunny had also learned to despise the Sovereigns in Antarctica. The callous ghouls who played their games while countless people died, even though they could extend a hand and save them.

      He wanted to make his will known and if not punish the tyrants, then at least prevent their hidden conflict from causing too much collateral damage among the civilian population. He did a few things to realize that goal, but before his efforts truly bore fruit, the Battle of the Black Skull happened.

      And then, Sunny was thrown into the Third Nightmare.

      What happened in the Tomb of Ariel... well. He made a proper mess of everything, and then somehow solved it, as well. But the way he solved it was more damaging than the Nightmare itself.

      However, those... those were his personal issues. They had nothing to do with the Sovereigns, what he had wanted to do in Antarctica, and the fate of the world.

      And by the time he returned, the Sovereigns had already made their move, and the Southern Campaign was over, Those refugees that had not been evacuated across the ocean fled into the Dream Gates, and left the waking world. Sunny's immediate goal had no meaning anymore.

      Sunny himself, meanwhile... was abandoned by the world. He was forgotten, expelled, and erased from existence. Untethered from everyone, and everything. Completely lost.

      So, he left.

      He left and never looked back, crossing the Hollow Mountains, the Forgotten Shore, and the Burned Forest in solitude. All to leave the world that had rejected him behind...

      Only to find a piece of that world at the end of the journey.

      What was he supposed to do now?

      Should he continue to pretend that nothing of what was happening to humanity had anything to do with him now?

      Should he continue to hide, keep his own company, and slowly lose his mind?

      Should he continue going north?

      Just yesterday, Sunny was full of excitement at the thought of exploring the uncharted parts of the Dream Realm.

      But today, he did not care anymore. The thrill was gone, replaced by a heavy emptiness.

      Summoning the Endless Spring, Sunny drank some water, sighed, and then absent-mindedly looked at the beautiful glass bottle.

      That Memory of his had served him well over the years.

      It was a gift from someone who didn't remember him anymore.

      His expression turned cold.

      ...Of course, there was a different choice to be made, and a different destiny to be carved out.

      Instead of heading north, he could turn around and go back.

      He could return.

      'And then what?’

      Nobody remembered him. Nephis, Cassie, Effie, Kai, Jet, Rain... Teacher Julius, Saint Tyris, Beth... and everyone else.

      They did not think or care about someone they did not know.

      But Sunny remembered.

      'When I go back... if I go back... I'll have to do a few tricky things.’

      By now, he was powerful enough not to be a mere spectator. Why did he have to simply watch the ruthless players move the figures across the board? Instead, he could exert his influence to personally change the game.

      A person like him could do a lot when no one was looking his way. The idea of confronting the Sovereigns seemed like pure madness before. It still did, but was it, really?

      Could Sunny exert his will and reshape the world to fit his desires?

      He would have to plot the downfall of Anvil of Valor and Ki Song.

      There was the third one, as well... perhaps the most dangerous of the three.

      But dealing with the Sovereigns was only the beginning.

      Now that the destruction of everything was accelerating, there was only one way - forward, to the very end. Either the Nightmare Spell would swallow humanity, or be conquered by humans.

      Supreme, Sacred, Divine.

      The end could only be stopped if new gods were born of humanity. Therefore, that was what Sunny had to ensure... if he went back.

      Did he dare to dream it?

      A long time ago, Nephis had proclaimed her determination to conquer every Nightmare. Sunny had thought that she was insane back then.

      The wind was growing colder outside.

      He remained silent for a long time, listening to its howling.

      ‘...So what if it's insane?’

      Sunny was not quite healthy in the mental department himself. He had not been for a long time.

      He did dare to dream it. At this point, there was very little that he did not dare to do.

      Walking out of the door, Sunny looked at the sky.

      The sky was full of stars.

      'I am nobody. And I have nothing.’

      He inhaled the frigid air and looked south with a cold, dark gleam in his lightless eyes.

      'So let's change everything.’

      With that, he dismissed the Marvellous Mimic and reached into his soul, which was still tethered to the waking world.

      Soon, his figure disappeared from the sea of starlit ice.

      ...Instead, a ragged silhouette appeared on a desolate street in the outskirts of NQSC, surrounded by a whirlwind of dancing snowflakes.
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        Максим Довбняк
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        For the guy who disliked my comment (and all previous ones with chapters) and the ropero comments above:

        (c) From the most honest person in the world. Two worlds, in fact.
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          Dummybaron
          + 82 -
          I love Sunny, best quotes ever.
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            Максим Довбняк
            + 110 -
            Agree, I saved it for important negotiations.
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    DanielPlay
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    Jet: I'm not doing anything, I'm going to die at the hands of a corrupted titan.

    I think he overestimates his strength as a transcendent, g3 spared us from seeing Jett taking one of the biggest beatings in the novel. 😂😂😂
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      Dummybaron
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      Yeah Winter Beast would obliterate Jet, Sunny killed him by getting him out of Blizzard where Winter Beast was almost defenceless and he still made Sunny strugle. And It was not just Sunny, it was Sunny with 5 Sahdows and Giant Shadow Shell. Jet would freeze in place and die.
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    Star
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    I wonder what triggers the assimilation into the dream realm and if he goes back to LO49, will it still be there?
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    Deathseeker
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    And there it is troll22
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