WTYTIAAN Chapter 253

Chapter 253

A peculiar, sweet fragrance immediately spread out, precisely the scent Yan Yunqing had smelled on Theodore earlier.

This sweet floral scent was pleasant when faint. Combined with the warm, sunny feeling, it made one feel as if enveloped in the warmth of a spring day, cozy and comfortable.

However, as this peculiar, sweet fragrance gradually intensified, the comfortable feeling vanished instantly. Yan Yunqing only felt a dizzy spell, and his eyelids began to droop.

Alarm bells rang in Yan Yunqing’s mind. He subconsciously opened his character panel and saw a new debuff appear in the status bar.

[Bewitched]

Yan Yunqing cursed inwardly. He truly hadn’t expected that Theodore harming himself would also affect him; it was truly unavoidable.

He wanted to give himself a jolt, using the pain to overcome the tide-like drowsiness, but it was too late. He had barely taken out the [Nameless Blade] from his backpack when he was completely pulled into darkness by the sweet scent.

In the last second before losing consciousness, Yan Yunqing’s final thought was:

Theodore, you are something else.

*

Snow again.

The heavy, fluttering snow once again dyed the entire world pure white.

Yan Yunqing stood in the snow, looking around in bewilderment.

Where was he?

Yan Yunqing tried to take a few steps, but still felt no cold from the snow, as if he were stepping on clumps of cotton, making him want to dive in, feeling that these soft clumps of cotton would bounce him back up…

Strange, why did the scene before him feel so familiar?

Yan Yunqing tapped his head, but couldn’t remember anything, feeling only emptiness in his mind.

Wait, who was he?

Yan Yunqing frowned, sat down cross-legged, and supported his head with both hands, beginning to contemplate the three famous philosophical questions—

Who am I?

Where am I?

Where am I going?

Complex and fragmented images flashed through his mind. Yan Yunqing tried hard to capture those images, and fragmented memories entered his mind.

He was a… cat-person cub? When he sneaked out of the territory to play, he was kidnapped by despicable humans, and because he was beautiful enough, he was sold into the Auction House…

No, no, he should be a human teenager. Because his family died in a war, he desperately fled, and was picked up by an elf…

Ah, this doesn’t seem right either. How did he remember himself being a king… Celestial Dragon? He had a group of celestial soldiers and generals under his command. When the world was in turmoil, he raised the flag to resist, vying for world domination. Finally, relying on the essence of his ancestors’ five thousand years of history, he successfully established a dynasty, and became a decadent ruler. In order to take the college entrance examination, he abandoned his people, causing everyone to lose their country and family… uh.

Why would he be a decadent ruler?

Yan Yunqing frowned in confusion. He felt that the word “decadent ruler” wouldn’t appear on him, and what was the college entrance examination…? Why would he ruin his country in order to take the college entrance examination?

Was the college entrance examination that important?

Thinking of this question, Yan Yunqing only felt a throbbing pain at his temples, as if something was constantly drilling into his brain. Yan Yunqing couldn’t help but hug his head and cried out in pain.

The drilling pain seemed to last only a moment, or perhaps it lasted a century. By the time Yan Yunqing recovered, the snow had stopped.

His memories had all returned.

Thinking of the philosophical questions he had just been contemplating, and recalling the misunderstandings those memory fragments that had popped up from the depths of his mind had caused him, Yan Yunqing couldn’t help but cover his face.

What was all that about!

And that question, ‘Is the college entrance examination that important?’ was just too much—of course the college entrance examination was important, it was a fact recognized by every Chinese person.

Yan Yunqing rubbed his forehead, reorganized the somewhat chaotic memories in his mind, and then looked around, at the familiar snowfield, the same one he had dreamed of last time. No wonder it felt so familiar.

Yan Yunqing was speechless.

Rubbing his forehead again, Yan Yunqing stood up. His memories had returned, so he naturally remembered what had happened before he appeared here.

He had met with Theodore. Theodore had hugged him and taken him to the Floating Island, and then, without a word, he stabbed himself with a dagger, and poured the blood into the soil of the flowers in the flower field. The flowers emitted a rich, strange sweetness, stacked a [Bewitched] debuff on him, and finally, he fainted and appeared in his dream.

Yan Yunqing looked down at his clothing. It was the same as in his last dream. Yan Yunqing tried to summon the system panel again, unsurprisingly failing.

It seemed he had come to the world of dreams again.

Yan Yunqing remembered that he had previously judged that this pure white dream was also derived from Theodore’s memories, because at the end of the dream, a six-winged angel cub was born bathed in sunlight.

There were few six-winged angels among the angel clan, and Theodore was one of the most powerful.

Was there some special significance to him entering this dream again? Did Theodore put him in here? Or something else…

Yan Yunqing frowned, suddenly feeling that it was better to have amnesia. As soon as his memories returned, troubling things followed closely behind.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t let things take their course, because his body should be in Theodore’s hands now. Before he understood what Theodore was thinking, Yan Yunqing really didn’t feel at ease entrusting his life to Theodore.

Only when he held it in his own hands would it be most secure.

Even if Theodore had shown a very dependent appearance during their reunion.

He had to find a way to get out of this dream.

Yan Yunqing thought for a while, feeling that the breakthrough lay in the scene of the angel’s birth. After all, if this dream was really Theodore’s memory, then the scene of his birth was the only one that could be confirmed as having really happened, and was the only one related to Theodore.

Thinking of this, Yan Yunqing stood up again, patting the snow off his body—actually, this was a meaningless action, because in this dream, not a single snowflake truly landed on him. Except for the snow under his feet, the remaining snow would be shaken away by an invisible force when it fell near him.

It looked as if this goose-feather-sized snow was avoiding his position as it fell.

Yan Yunqing followed his previous memories, going to gradually get lost in the snowfield.

His memory was clearly here, but how come he couldn’t find it?

Yan Yunqing stopped and carefully observed the surrounding scene, only feeling that the surrounding snow and snow-covered trees all looked the same.

Yan Yunqing: …

That’s not right? He didn’t feel this way when he had this dream last time. He found the location of the village all at once, and then saw the birth of the newborn, as well as the birth of the angel cub.

Could it be that these two dreams, seemingly the same, were actually not the same?

That would be bad.

Yan Yunqing ruffled his hair in confusion, trying to recall something more, but couldn’t remember anything.

Was his brain really broken? Was he affected by that strange sweet smell?

What exactly was that thing? Why was its effect so strange?

He would definitely give Theodore a good beating when he got out.

Yan Yunqing thought, if he wasn’t killed by Theodore.

Ah, he had hugged him so enthusiastically when they met, he had thought Theodore really missed him, who knew that the next second he would create this strange flower.

Yan Yunqing was sure: that kind of strange flower had never appeared on the Demon King’s Floating Island before, and such a large patch of it.

This was probably transplanted after the angel clan moved to the Floating Island.

Yan Yunqing walked aimlessly, when suddenly the scene before him changed. It faded away from the identical snow forest and gradually became eerie. The traces of snow around him also disappeared.

Yan Yunqing:?

Yan Yunqing turned his head, and behind him there was no shadow of a snow forest, only ruins, a dirty environment, an environment with little light—

And countless monsters.

The moment he saw the monsters, Yan Yunqing reflexively prepared to fight. This was a subconscious behavior that had grown out of his high-intensity monster hunting over the years. He was just about to grab the heavy sword behind him, but realized that he was in a dream after feeling emptiness.

His weapons hadn’t come in with him, and the monsters in the dream didn’t react to his appearance at all.

Yan Yunqing quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It was a good thing there was no reaction. If there was a reaction, Yan Yunqing, who hadn’t brought his weapons, really didn’t know what to do.

Could he just find a branch to use as a weapon? Would he use it as a longsword or a magic wand?

However, the change of scene should represent the opportunity to get out of this dream, right?

Yan Yunqing thought, and began to try to explore inside.

He went deeper and deeper, the number of monsters here was really too many, so many that Yan Yunqing had the illusion of entering a monster den, almost one monster every step, except that they were all lying on the uneven soil like corpses.

These monsters were also quite disgusting.

Yan Yunqing avoided them in disgust, holding the edge of his white robe, cautiously passing by these scattered monsters, and after walking a few steps inside, he heard a few sounds of fighting.

Yan Yunqing pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while, confirming that he had indeed heard the sound of fighting. It seemed that someone was fighting with a monster, because he could occasionally hear a few monster wails.

Yan Yunqing thought for three seconds, and decided to walk towards the location where the fighting sound was coming from. After walking a section of the road, the ruin barrier in front disappeared, and the scene in front of him suddenly opened up.

Yan Yunqing saw Theodore, who had three pairs of six wings, fighting with dozens or hundreds of monsters.

Yan Yunqing: Hiss—

Yan Yunqing tactically leaned back, looked again, and realized that it was Theodore, an angel, who had surrounded these dozens or hundreds of monsters.

Even though he was only one person… no, one angel, he was still fighting with so many monsters back and forth.

Was this the legendary one-man army?

No, if it was Theodore, it should be a make-an-army-with-one-messenger? (a play on words in Chinese)

Yan Yunqing was amused by the idea that suddenly popped up in his mind, and refocused his attention on Theodore, who was fighting the monsters. At this time, Theodore’s wings still had three pairs of six wings, indicating that Theodore’s strength was still at its peak—

Yan Yunqing suddenly remembered, hadn’t someone mentioned this scene before?