Only God-Chapter 598 - 505: I Am Willing to Be Your Humble Servant (Extra)

Chapter 598: Chapter 505: I Am Willing to Be Your Humble Servant (Extra)

Nelson, the priest chosen by the Dream God Laren.

Years ago, he had followed Laren’s instructions to come to the distant Kingdom of Kaelonde and was received by Aler of the Grey Silver Clan, treated as an esteemed guest.

He often followed Aler to the gatherings of the Gold Silver Clans and silently united these clans, strengthening their resolve to rebel against King Kafu the Sixth.

And that shocking rebellion within the kingdom, Nelson was inextricably linked to it.

The cause of that rebellion was sudden, catching everyone off guard, but Nelson quickly reacted, appropriately using the boon granted by the Dream God Laren to radically intensify the uprising.

What he did was to add fuel to the fire, making things even worse.

The outcome of the rebellion also greatly pleased the Divines, and the Dream God Laren whom he served even awarded this loyal servant, including his name in the scriptures of the Dream God’s faith.

This honor surprised Nelson, who was originally a common priest, fortunate enough just to hear the voice of the Dream God, and now his name would shine forever in the scriptures.

Thus, Nelson redoubled his efforts in planning for the Dream God Laren.

And the Dream God Laren came to value him more day by day, even allowing him to meet with other Divines and partake in the divine banquet.

The Divine who ruled over dreams intended to shape Nelson as a spokesperson for dreams.

So, when Laren noticed a mysterious stranger in the Royal City of Kaelonde, he intended to have his priest accompany him to investigate.

Mists swirling, the Dream God Laren stood amidst the dreams of the entire Royal City, gazing into Xilan’s dreams.

The nature of a person’s dream could be discerned from its colors, red for intense dreams, deep blue for gloomy dreams, purple for dreams nobly mysterious, gray for bleak dreams... the most common were the gray-white dreams, signifying mundane dreams with nothing special about them, ones that would be forgotten upon awakening.

"This stranger’s dream is just gray-white,"

Nelson spoke in a low voice, kneeling before Laren,

"O endlessly wonderful Dream God, why do you focus on this man? He seems nothing remarkable."

Laren spoke calmly,

"He may appear unremarkable at most, merely a sage versed in Ancient Language. Such wisdom might seem like a rare treasure to you mortals, treated as divine, but for us, over thousands of years, we have seen far too many."

After hearing this, Nelson slightly smiled,

"So he is merely a sage. Even I have surpassed him by far."

Laren glanced at his priest, knowing he had the confidence to speak thus.

A sage, despite high wisdom, was just another mortal, while Nelson was a spokesperson chosen by the Divine, like a Prophet of the Dream God, truly beyond the ordinary mortal realm. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Be careful in all things, my servant,"

the Dream God Laren said.

Nelson humbly nodded, accepting the teaching from the Dream God.

"I will infiltrate his dreams, open a door, and through that, you will enter into the dream to understand where he came from, his purpose, and where he is going. Use well the dream grace I have granted you. This deed will be recorded in the scripture, as this is an honor I give to you, as well as a trial."

As the Dream God Laren spoke, he stretched out his hands, gently lifting Xilan’s dream, with dreamscape light diffusing all around, merely looking at it could make one drowsy and fall into a delightful dream.

The light of the dreamscape gently converged, touching the gray-white dream, softly dissolving it like acid onto paper, creating an opening.

Nelson immediately employed the dream grace, his soul gently floating and entering through that hole into the gray-white dream, after which Dream God Laren sealed the opening to avert any errors.

Inside the gray-white dream, at first glance, there was nothing noteworthy.

The dream was ordinary, surrounded by vague, gray-white mist, just like many dreams forgotten upon awakening.

"There’s nothing special here, just finding that person’s dream consciousness will suffice,"

Nelson muttered to himself.

The so-called dream consciousness represents oneself in a dream; for instance, if someone dreamed of a kingdom where they are the king, then that king is the dream consciousness.

Sometimes, dream consciousness leaps, making one play multiple roles in a dream, like one moment being a king and the next a prisoner, or at other times, the dream consciousness might split, like being both the king and the queen in a dream.

As a priest of the Dream God, Nelson had already known many secrets of dreams before he was endowed with the dream grace.

But to Nelson, the dream before him was as ordinary as it could be, the most commonly experienced kind with almost nothing in it, barely worth mentioning.

Nelson extended his hand, materializing a wooden staff in the dream, and he walked slowly through the mist with the staff, then he lit an oil lamp that could signify the peril of the dream, if it went out, it would mean the current dream was exceedingly dangerous; however, the oil lamp burned intact, suggesting no hidden dangers under the calm.

"There’s nothing special here, it seems even the great Dream God can be overly concerned,"

Nelson said while advancing further.

Surveying the dreamscape around him, he felt somewhat bored.

After all, according to what the Dream God Laren stated, his experiences here would be recorded in the scriptures of dream faith, but such a tranquil experience, what was the need for its inclusion in the scriptures?

Even if it were recorded, it would just increase the memorization burden for the priests and their apprentices.

Even though he felt it mundane, Nelson still followed the guidance of the Dream God Laren, looking for the whereabouts of the dream consciousness.

He had already planned how he would demonstrate the Divine grace bestowed upon him in front of the wise man and display his own glory. Then, he would scrutinize the astounded expression on the wise man’s face.

After all, for a mere mortal, a representative of the Divine was impossibly elevated. Nelson felt that no matter how extraordinarily the wise man reacted, it wouldn’t be surprising.

Nelson continued to walk through this haze.

Gradually, Nelson grew impatient,

"The consciousness in this person’s dream... is hidden far too deeply."

This situation was rare, but there were always some whose dream consciousness was hidden very deep, so Nelson didn’t find it strange.

Moreover, what reassured Nelson the most was that the oil lamp in his hand remained lit without any sign of extinguishing.

This situation was like walking on a well-lit path; there was nothing to fear.

Nelson walked for some more time, and slowly, his impatience turned into irritability.

"What’s going on... It’s been hours, and I still haven’t found where the person is?"

Nelson looked around and murmured.

Everywhere was enveloped in thin mist, with only the dull and repetitive scenery around.

Nelson looked at the oil lamp in his hand, steadied his thoughts, took a deep breath, and continued walking.

By the time he stopped next, the irritability on his face had gradually morphed into agony.

"How long have I walked? Has it been a day? It must have been a day! What’s happening? Where is the person?!"

Nelson suddenly began to tremble,

"If it’s been a day, he should have woken up by now. By then, the dream would shatter, and I would leave this place. But the dream hasn’t shattered yet. Could it not have been a day?"

The scene before him indicated it hadn’t been a day yet, but he still felt as if a day had passed.

For example, someone who had never been to the far north uses the alternation of day and night to judge the passage of time. When he encounters polar day, he finds that despite how the hours are spent, a day has not yet passed.

Now, Nelson finally realized that this dream wasn’t as simple as he had imagined.

"It’s just a bit strange, there won’t be any trouble, the light is still on."

Nelson lifted the oil lamp, trying to comfort himself and relieve the unease in his heart.

The spokesperson of the Dream God continued to walk in this tiny dream, and around him, the monotonous scenery remained unchanged; in the silent environment, he gradually felt the fear seeping into his bones.

One day, two days, three days.

Nelson felt as though he had walked three days in this dream!

He looked at everything before him incredulously, his fear spreading unabated throughout his body.

What made him tremble even more was that his oil lamp was burning intact, as if danger had never approached.

Nelson breathed heavily,

"No, I have to leave this place, I can’t stay any longer!"

Nelson lifted his staff, and the light of the dream immediately gathered. He activated the grace of the dream, attempting to tear an exit from inside out, to escape this terrifying prison.

However, no matter what he did, the entire dream remained completely still.

Nelson exclaimed,

"Dream God! I’m trapped here!"

After the voice fell, only silence surrounded him, an indifferent silence.

Before this, Nelson had never thought that this ordinary-seeming dream could be so frightening.

Ever since the Dream God Laren had endowed him with grace, he had not felt such fear in a long time.

He frantically knelt down, started reciting various prayers and Scriptures, and begged the Dream God Laren for aid.

However, within this dream, only Nelson’s voice existed.

Time continued to pass, and in the blink of an eye, a month had gone by.

Nelson had never felt so helpless before. During this month, he not only prayed to the Dream God but also to other gods. He even lay prostrate and recited the Scriptures of the True Religion. But no matter how he prayed, he received no help at all.

He felt like someone the world had forgotten, someone whose prayers no one heard.

Nelson looked around, his heart filled with genuine despair.

The unchanging dull environment, like the last straw that broke the camel’s back, made this spokesperson of the Dream God fall forward on his knees,

"Stranger! This must be your dream...

Please, I beg you, let me out. I am willing to become your humble servant!"