Chapter 362 Sylvia’s Dream

The witchcraft that creates dreams is so simple for Sylvia Rich that it took her almost only a day to perform it successfully.

She was so grateful that she learned so quickly.

Because an air raid came to this battlefield, her wizard who had no time to think about love died in the gunfire.

It's ridiculous that a wizard with the ability to cast spells was killed by a cannonball.

She laughed until tears filled her skirt.

From then on, she could only see the wizard again when she fell asleep every night.

Even if the other person seems unable to speak, his eyes are sad, and he is motionless.

Sylvia Rich firmly believed that the other party must be alive and living in her dream, and she constantly filled in various details for this dream.

Every day that followed, she was observing everything in the world. Today, a grass appeared in her dream, and tomorrow, a group of fireflies appeared.

Pointed wooden houses, rain and sunshine, scent of flowers and fire.

Her dream came to life bit by bit.

Sylvia Rich was quickly sent to another position where there were more people in need of medical treatment. One day when she was squatting in the flowers and looking at a butterfly, an officer passed by.

From then on, when she was observing various small animals and nature, there was another figure beside her.

Accompany her to nearby waterfalls, drive her into the mountains, teach her how to climb trees, and then sit on the treetops together and look at the stars in the sky.

Her dreams became more and more vivid.

Her dream was shaking bit by bit, becoming more vivid and blurry.

Until one day, the officer returned to the ward with serious injuries. He finally escaped from the hands of death and could no longer just accompany him quietly.

"Life is so short, I don't know which one will come first, the future or the unexpected."

"Please allow me to be selfish. I hope to express my feelings to you, otherwise I will regret it for the rest of my life."

When the officer proposed with a ring woven from wildflower vines, Sylvia Rich's dream completely collapsed.

The figure living in her dream disappeared.

She panicked, disgusted with her betrayal, and rejected the officer.

Then, this is the second regret in life.

The officer died on the battlefield, leaving only a ring woven with withered and yellowed wildflower vines and an intact finger that could barely be found.

She hid her rings, fingers, and her love in the smoke-filled valley, and was forced to move again.

This war was fought strangely.

She has heard some soldiers complain about how their country is moving from left to right. Those who were enemies the day before yesterday have become colleagues today. The territory that was bombed by the enemy the day before yesterday has become their territory today.

Sylvia Rich's hometown was occupied by another country.

Fate is so hateful sometimes.

The place that the team that Sylvia Richie followed was going to attack now was her hometown.

A port in the city of Florence.

She didn't know how she spent that time, she just felt that everything was so hazy. When her head became clear, the port had long been turned into a charred wreckage in the war.

The brave soldiers recaptured this place, and the only price was that her home, her hometown, and the port in her memory were completely reduced to ashes.

From that day on, Sylvia Richie continued to build bigger dreams.

She wants to turn her dream into her hometown so that she can place every remembered face in her hometown, including her sick mother, her handsome brother, and the old neighbor lady who has no teeth but smiles kindly and hugs her puppy.

And the price of doing so was that the dream she built for the officer collapsed again.

Her life became dark.

She began to have all kinds of nightmares, and wizards and officers came to blame herself for why she gave up on them.

Why……

Kill them!

She didn't know what to do. She was tortured by nightmares and was going crazy. Her character began to become weird, and the leisurely and calm smile on her face was no longer there.

Her dream was shaken again, like a great earthquake. Finally, in a complete collapse, the dream of her hometown was shattered.

From then on, the nightmares became more and more terrifying.

Mom, brother, neighbor’s mother-in-law, the puppy in her arms, every familiar and distant face...

Everyone is asking themselves, since they were allowed to survive in that dream world, why didn't they protect it well and let it completely collapse and kill them again and again.

Sylvia Richie was sad.

She finally escaped from here, stayed away from the ordinary world, and came to live in a remote mountain village.

The war didn't know when it stopped, but the wounds caused by the war could never be healed, severely tormenting everyone who was injured.

The soldiers who returned from the battlefield returned to their hometown and discovered the unfamiliar face of Sylvia Rich.

She was quickly arrested as a spy.

She had no way to defend herself. If she admitted that she had fled the army, she would be court-martialed as a deserter. And if she was just fleeing, she would have no way to prove that she was from that small seaport village, because all her relatives had been killed.

The situation was extremely tense at that time, and people could hardly spend energy to identify her properly. She was thrown directly into prison.

As a witch, her powers didn't help her in the slightest, and she had a hard time in a women's prison.

Because of her beautiful appearance and increasingly fairer skin after becoming a witch, she was particularly ostracized by other female prisoners. She was covered in bruises every day.

The beautiful face has never been intact for a day, and there are bruises everywhere.

That was the first time she used witchcraft to harm someone.

Terrifying dreams enveloped the entire prison, and everyone regarded others as the people or monsters they hated most, and they were killing each other.

Inside the high wall used for ventilation, the sun filled the air, and there was terrible blood spraying everywhere.

Sylvia Rich hugged her arms helplessly and looked at everything sadly. The soldiers on the observation deck on the high wall raised their guns and shot the people below who turned into monsters, and then shot each other and killed each other.

She walked on the road where bullets flew, longing to end her evil life.

However, when she walked to the prison gate, she didn't have any wounds on her body. Looking back, the whole prison seemed very silent, except for some burning sounds, which became extremely harsh.

She pushed open the prison door.

A new Sylvia Richie stepped out.

An evil witch who keeps asking others "why do people live" in dreams was born.

As Sylvia Richie's dreams grew larger, her life became more confusing, and the memories of the past became clearer and clearer, as clear as if they were carving her soul bit by bit with a knife.

But the emotions carried by those memories dissipated little by little as the carving knife scratched the soul.

She is getting more and more confused and stronger.

She began to live more and more by instinct, constantly asking one person after another, trying to find the answer, and then continued to kill one person after another.

Finally, a group of witch-hunting knights found her.

At the cost of almost total destruction, she was driven into a world full of light.

After that, there was complete silence.

Until one day, she suddenly woke up like this!

A huge metal cover restrained her, and it took more than ten years to test her abilities one by one.

Then a group of wizards in black robes cast spells on her.

From then on, a world like a sewer appeared in this world.

But that's not the sewer, that's her broken heart, section by section, twists and turns.

The wizards used her to create a unique market with two floors, with normal transactions on the top and slave trade on the bottom.

this is not right!

She realized this.

However, she seemed to be unable to control her dreams.

until……

A woman walked up to her with a key pendant and released her from the prison. It was said that she wanted to threaten many people. If some things were not discussed properly, she would completely set herself free.

free……

What is that?

Is it the answer to life?

she does not know.

then……

"What is freedom?" She looked at Lin An so seriously, her green eyes filled with light without any intelligence, clear and ignorant.

Lin An answered her seriously, "Unrestricted freedom is destruction, only limited freedom can lead to true pleasure. Our Eastern Empire calls this 'cultivation', and it allows us to gain the true freedom of our souls."

“But the discipline of freedom should not come from others, but from the discipline we impose within ourselves, and we discipline ourselves to achieve an imperfect perfection.”