Fallen Chronicles

Chapter 177 Chapter 177: Entering the Dream

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From her recent experiment, she concluded that her body was perfectly normal. She felt pain, pure and simple, with not even a hint of pleasure derived from it.

'But why…'

when she fell into his hands the last time, did she not feel any pain? Or perhaps she did, but it was quickly overwhelmed by an immense, inexplicable pleasure that drowned everything else, forcing her to expose her ugly side in front of her children in the holy temple!

What shocked the dark elf even more, and the reason behind her experiment, was something beyond mere pleasure.

She found that her strength had actually increased!

'How could it be?'

Her several tentacles were severed by that person, and she lost her spiritual form in the Miasma Space, but somehow, the power of Miasma inside her had surged significantly. This increase was comparable to what she would gain from decades of absorbing Miasma.

So she thought, if self-harm could enhance her power, she wouldn't need long to reclaim the world for herself.

Unfortunately, her recent attempt proved it wasn't that simple.

While the dark elf was deep in thought, trying to figure out what she was missing, she suddenly felt something. Her tentacles retracted, her skin transformed back to its pale milky white, and she heard a knock on the door. Outside was Hero.

Hero first spoke to his mother, still the epitome of purity and beauty, about Bal and the Dragon Kingdom's defeat. He expressed his sorrow for Bal and his resolve for revenge. And finally,

"Mother, I've reclaimed this Cursed Jade from the Dragon Nation. I believe it's best kept in your hands."

The elf already knew about Bal and the Dragon Nation. In her eyes, the moment the Empress chose to sacrifice her power to lift the curse on the sub-humans, Bal hadn't lost; in fact, he had won. Her goal was achieved. Even if the Empress didn't degrade in rank, she was certainly weakened, effectively removing one of their threats.

As for the so-called "reclaimed" Cursed Jade in Hero's hand,

the elf immediately saw that it was worthless; the Miasma within had long dissipated. But upon closer inspection,

"Hmm?"

"Excellent~, My child! You've done very well!"

Seeing a mix of a frown and a hint of joy on her mother's face, Hero let out a sigh of relief. 'It seemed that succubus hadn't deceived me after all.'

Watching his mother eagerly take the Cursed Jade back to her room, Hero assumed it must be of great use to her. This thought comforted him.

However, what he didn't know was that the elf woman was using the Cursed Jade in a way far different from what he imagined.

.....

Transforming back to her true form, the dark elf laid one of her tentacles on the table, poised to chop it off. But this time, she didn't use her usual knife. In her hand was the Cursed Jade that Hero had just given her.

Bang!*

The dark elf used the jade like a mere stone, smashing its edge hard onto her tentacle. And this time,

"Agh..!"

Like before, she gasped in pain, but soon, the familiar rush of pleasure followed the pain, bringing a blush to her face and a slight increase in her strength!

The dark elf, seizing the moment, continued to brutalize her tentacles with the Cursed Jade. But as the pleasure diminished and the pain ceased to grow, she reluctantly stopped, the intoxicated and blissful expression fading from her face.

'So that's how it is.'

Although the increase in power was slight, equivalent to a week's worth of Miasma absorption, the dark elf was beginning to understand her body better.

Her body could indeed grow stronger through this bizarre method of "getting beaten", but there was a definite limit.

That is,

The beatings had to come from 'that person' or be inflicted by objects imbued with that person's essence. Like the current Cursed Jade, the more it bore his essence, the more effective the beatings were!

Why it had become like this was not only due to the nature of her body but perhaps also due to an unknown reaction from their fusion.

After all, the essence of Miasma power is negative emotions.

And what could stir her negative emotions more than the memory of being ruthlessly executed and humiliated by that person in her den five hundred years ago.

Was this peculiarity a result of the fusion of her body and spirit?

No.

The dark elf's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Rather than seeing it as a peculiarity, she preferred to think of it as a talent!

After all, enhancing her power in this way was incredibly fast!

And indeed,

she thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure.

Having deciphered the pattern and found a more efficient method, a new plan for revenge naturally formed in her mind.

She no longer needed to daily ingest the world's Miasma. All she had to do was find opportunities to be beaten by 'that person'. This would not only rapidly restore her strength but also lull him into a false sense of security, underestimating her.

When she returned to her peak, or even surpassed it, the thought of easily defeating that person and enjoying his incredulous expression thrilled her to the core.

For this grand goal, she had to be beaten, and not just beaten but defeated miserably – the more tragic, the better! Ideally, she should be crucified by that person, helplessly manipulated in her powerless state, and finally branded with the stigma of defeat.

Cooling down from her excited fantasy, she realized the most crucial part of her plan: she had to ensure she wouldn't go too far and actually get killed by that person.

So, after much thought, there was only one best approach left.

She would never meet that person in the real world until she was fully confident.

Luckily, there isn't just one world.

Beyond reality,

there's another realm.

Like the Miasma Space, a world of consciousness, or rather, a world of dreams.

And speaking of "dreams",

the elf readied herself to meet another of her distinguished children, the Kai, a forgotten being of high rank like "Hero".

The reason was simple.

Kai was in charge of the Mechanical Alliance.

And her plan was

"To Enter the 'Dream'."