They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 358 The Dream Weaver

What the hell are these things?!?

Blood immediately seeped from Kensdale's face. He wiped his face with his hand, held it up to his eyes, and watched as large areas of scarlet pupils contracted rapidly.

Before he could even tremble, he heard a noise behind him.

Kensdale looked back as if in response, only to see a cloaked man walking towards them with a giant beast. The man patted the beast's fur, looked Kensdale up and down, and then looked away.

The behemoth resembles a winged lion, with its head and neck clad in metal armor made of gold and enamel, and its face behind the armor is a void of darkness.

"It looks like someone is trying to eat us. What should we do?"

Then...

The faceless behemoth slightly raised its head, like a monarch in an ancient kingdom who could command all living beings.

[Give him some]

Upon hearing this, Hephaestus's lips and eyes curved into a smile: "Alright."

After their brief exchange, before Kensta could even react, a sudden wave of extreme nausea washed over him, followed by—

"boom!"

It exploded into fireworks on the spot.

In reality, Ria reacted quickly, using a barrier to block the flying pieces of corpse, watching them slowly slide off the transparent barrier: "This person is more fragile than I thought, or perhaps it's due to the increasing pollution of the dream world."

"Well, I guess it's pretty impressive that I've survived this long, isn't it?"

Dream Eaters can devour dreams to increase their power, and the beings in Ria's dreams don't seem to intend to let him off so easily.

Especially Hephaestus, for his own viewing experience, directly compressed the entire dream and stuffed it into the stomach of that poor dream-capturing man, causing him to explode both mentally and physically and die.

After the polluter dies, it will transform into a supernatural creature. All Ria saw was that after the fragments fell to the ground, they grew legs and turned into one black hairy spider after another.

"spider……"

James: "What came to mind, Crimson Mother?"

"Maybe it's just a coincidence, after all, spiders are a fairly common image, but I still find it hard not to think about it that way."

"Actually, there's nothing to think about, Kelcha. Crimson's true form isn't a spider, but rather the Red Moon itself. The reason she manifests as a spider is probably just out of personal interest."

Perhaps after seeing the appearance of the Bridge of Nightmares, He grew to like it more and more, and thus took on the form of a spider.

"It sounds a bit unbelievable, but it seems to make a lot of sense."

Ria used her tentacles to catch the spiders on the ground, chatting with James in the process. He just liked to get information out of the plague doctor, and James didn't mind telling him these seemingly absurd stories.

"So how much do you know about the Bridge of Nightmares?"

"More than you can imagine, I can tell you with certainty that it lives in your dreams and looks like a huge spider, but I choose to keep that a secret."

"Who told me to be the keeper of secrets?"

The doctor shrugged and shook his head. Ria felt that he was probably retaliating against her for withholding his wages.

In addition, it's possible that James really can't say any more. They have limited information to reveal, so instead of pestering the doctor, they might as well find the answer themselves.

“This person is not Jobia. His lying skills are poor, and it’s easy to see through him at a glance. Besides, he is as dead as can be. Although it was not my intention, we can only look for other readers.”

The strong acid corroded the spiders. One of the larger spiders escaped down into the underground warehouse, and Ria calmly followed it, pressing her cane against its round belly before suddenly piercing its body.

Green blood slowly flowed out.

Ignoring the blood, Ria pulled a meme card from the spider's body. He looked at it and realized it was just a meme nine.

Meme Nine... It's really too much to ask someone like that to eat up that increasingly bizarre dream.

There were other people in the underground warehouse. Ria lit a candle on the wall and discovered that there were actually three other people there.

There was an old woman and two men. The old woman looked terrified and had lost all vital signs, while the other two were still clearly alive.

James walked over to one of them, squatted down, and lifted his eyelids to observe him for a moment.

What can you tell?

"This person frequently drinks heavily and stays up late, with irregular sleep patterns, resulting in a low number of blood cells."

"You didn't just get checked for this reason, did you?"

"Of course not. My patients, the two people on the ground who still have signs of life, are in a special situation. In addition to what I have mentioned above, there is the most important point: they have now lost their consciousness as human beings."

Their dreams were devoured by the Dream Eater, and not only that, the Nightmare Cultist subjected them to other rituals, rendering them unable to wake up again. Even if they did, they would likely live as the living dead, surviving solely on instinct for the rest of their lives.

"It's truly tragic, and I deeply regret it."

Ria took off her hat and put it back on, but felt something was off: "The dream hunters eat their dreams. Dreams are renewable things, so the victims shouldn't be the way they are now."

Unless the believer makes a sacrifice to the Bridge of Nightmares through the rituals of the underground church.

The sacrificial offering should theoretically be a dream that has been swallowed and stored. After the sacrifice, the deity should give feedback, since the sacrifice was clearly successful.

But that cultist died so easily, and we still don't know what he demanded as payment for his sacrifice..."

James interrupted Ria and laughed, "You like to be careful about some details, although that's not necessarily a bad thing."

"Kelcha, do you know what another ability the Dream Weaver has?"

"Dream readers can read people's memories. The more powerful the dream reader, the more things they can read. Rather than saying they are eating dreams, it is more accurate to say they are making direct contact with people's subconscious."

"I see."

Liya suddenly understood.

"If you really want to play the Dream Collector, then try using this ability to read their memories."

"If I had that ability, I would confiscate your secret stash of money first."

"That's what I said," Ria said, but he still walked over to the people lying on the ground, tried to put his hand on their heads for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"It doesn't seem like it will work."

James stared at Ria's retreating figure, now somewhat doubtful: "What money? How did you know I hid money?"

"It was just a guess, but you've already revealed your hand... Remember to keep your mouth shut next time." Ria appeared relaxed, but her mind was racing, constantly thinking about how to access someone's subconscious.

It's strange that James thinks he can do it now.

“Dream collectors can capture the dreams and memories of others, and unlike other memes, these memes are difficult to interpret precisely.”

"Dreams are inherently abstract..."

Ria felt that James might just be trying to discourage her from playing the Dreamcatcher, but since the Dreamcatcher meme exists, it must have its own way of being portrayed.

For example, through one's own dreams.

James watched as Ria squatted motionless on the ground, thinking he had finally run into trouble. But the next second, Ria suddenly clutched the back of his neck, collapsed, and transformed into a mass of tentacles. Two of the tentacles slowly reached towards the brains of the two people on the ground.

"What do you want to do, Kelcha?"

The plague doctor asked Ria this question, but after the tentacles successfully burrowed into the ground and approached the brains of the two men, he no longer reacted.

In the dream, Ria stood up from the ground and covered the back of her neck again, where the eyes were restless and throbbing. Then, Ria could no longer feel their presence.

He had just sought help from this eye, using its power to enter the dreams of two people, where it was now completely dark because their dreams had been eaten.

But that's not entirely true. The reason this place is described as a dream for two people is because they are both here.

Stay directly in front of Ria—

In the very center of a huge spider web, a cocoon of spider silk, irregularly shaped, was wrapped around a head hanging upside down, with black spider hairs beginning to grow on its face.

The ground makes a sound similar to a hard stone floor when stepped on, giving a strong sense of discontinuity.

As Ria approached the two people hanging upside down in the spider web, the footsteps became clearer and more hollow, as if someone was following him, but there were no other people around besides the three of them.

"Is this the dream that was eaten? But even though it's now pitch black, it's still a dream."

"The two people entangled in the spider web are probably the subconscious of people in reality who are swallowed up."

"hiss!"

As Ria observed them, the two men suddenly opened their eyes and bared their teeth at him, but at that moment, their eyes had turned pure black, like spiders, without a trace of white.

Even more unbelievable is that each of these people has eight eyes.

Ria remained motionless, her expression unchanged, which instilled immense fear in the two people who had already lost their human consciousness.

Ria's face was reflected in their dark eyes.

The person before me was so cold and inhuman that his pupils had turned golden.

According to the terms of the deal, the eye behind the neck devoured part of Ria's sacrificed humanity, and then briefly occupied half of his soul.

Normally, Ria wouldn't take such a risk unless he believed he was the one who would benefit the most from the deal.

There are things more important than human nature.

Moreover, this is only a part of human nature and will not affect anything at all, yet the eyes agreed to the deal without hesitation.

"madness."

Ria uttered the word, but it was impossible to tell which side was speaking or who the word referred to.

The young man reached out and grabbed the spider silk wrapped around the human body. Then he pulled it down sharply, and large swaths of spider web poured down, causing the two people to fall to the ground and break free of their restraints.

But instead of attacking Ria, they trembled and crawled on their stomachs, clearly aware that someone was looking their way.

Spiders weave large webs to capture prey, and destroying a web will immediately alert the spider.

Not to mention, this is the territory of the Bridge of Nightmares. If all the ancient gods are asleep, then here they are awake.

An old day awakens.

Lia placed one hand on her chest and the other on her silver-handled cane, giving a slight salute to the being above the void.

He says
【Long time no see, Lady Spiderweb】

All eyes in the darkness immediately focused on him. Ria looked in that direction expressionlessly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on her lips.

The smile seemed to be from a reunion with an old friend, or perhaps it was simply a gesture of politeness.

Regardless, the entity in the void made no sound and simply vanished, while the two people on the ground returned to their original appearance.

Lia watched in horror as the fur on their bodies shed, and their eyes returned to normal, but they still showed no reaction. Presumably, the dream had been swallowed up, and these two would not have any new dreams for a while.

Ria knew almost nothing about dreams, but he still asked the two consciousnesses questions.

What did you see earlier?

"We, we..."

They trembled again, as if a blurry shadow appeared before them. The shadow was a giant spider with a human head, its hair hanging down from mid-air to the ground, and its forelimbs constantly weaving something.

After the image lasted for three seconds, it suddenly collapsed, the darkness was shattered, and began to twist into various mottled colors, as if various pigments had been mixed into water.

Ria saw many distorted yet familiar things in that mass of colors: spiders, human faces, blood, entrails, and even the struggling bodies of countless women.

He gradually came to a guess.

Since this is the subconscious world, is it possible to change the content of dreams by influencing the conscious mind?
Ria then told the two of some other things, such as his wish for a large bridge or a large tree.

As Ria finished speaking, all the contents successfully appeared nearby. Manipulating other people's dreams was clearly easier than manipulating one's own.

"So now you can tell me what happened back then, and what reward the Dream Weaver demanded from the Nightmare Bridge?"

"..."

The two of them stared blankly at Ria, while the surrounding scenery changed rapidly.

Ria saw the dream-catcher struggling to drag the three people to the underground warehouse, then chanting the prayer of the Bridge of Nightmares, asking Him to go into the dreams of the two people and enjoy the dreams of separation.

“My great lady, weaver of dreams, your followers will not sacrifice themselves for you; everything I do is for you.”

"I hope that tonight, everyone in the Nightmare Church will dream of your beautiful figure. We voluntarily offer our consciousness as the material for you to weave your dreams, so that you can return to reality as soon as possible."

"This is the only wish of your humble believer... Ah, my beloved, if I could see you one last time, or die by your hand, I would die without regret!"

(End of this chapter)