“Hey, Roland.”
“Roland, what are you daydreaming about!”
“Uncle, come save her!”
Two voices alternated, pulling Roland back to reality from his daze. He blinked, and the pillar of light and snowflakes had disappeared without a trace, and the ravaged bridge came back into view.
Jieluo and Valkyries were clearing something in the ruins, and judging from their expressions, this change seemed to be far from over.
Right—he suddenly remembered that it was Fei Yuhan, the genius martial artist from the Association, who had made the phone call and made him aware of the anomaly. But where was she now?
Could the "save her" that Jieluo was talking about be—
Roland's expression suddenly froze.
His thoughts finally returned to the right track at this moment.
He temporarily put aside the fragments he had seen before and rushed to the two women in three steps, then couldn't help but gasp!
In a shallow pit that had been crushed by a heavy object, lay a woman with bloody flesh. Except for her left arm, her limbs were almost completely crushed, with broken bones and blood clots mixed together, no longer in shape. Her body was also covered in wounds, and her clothes were almost completely soaked in blood. Her spine was also twisted into an abrupt fold, even breaking through the skin to reveal half of it.
Even on the battlefield, this was a scene that was unbearable to witness.
And judging from that ruined profile, this person was Fei Yuhan.
She still had a trace of breath left, but that was just it.
“How could this be…”
Roland squatted down, not knowing what to do for a moment. First aid? Even with bandages, he couldn't put the oozing organs back in place. And forget about stopping the bleeding, there wasn't a single intact spot on her body. The internal functions had already broken down, and she was completely relying on the power of nature to maintain her spirit from breaking apart.
But this little bit of power was like a candle that had burned to the end, with very little left.
In fact, it took an extremely strong will to maintain consciousness in such a situation, and even martial artists, not many could do that.
“Master became like this to protect me…” Jieluo was already sobbing.
“She’s about to die.” Valkyries also saw this, “Even if a Grand Lord suffered such a heavy blow, putting them in the Mayfly Pool would only delay it for a moment. Moreover, the level of medical skill in this world is far inferior to that of the Mayfly Pool, and even if she had abundant magic power, she would not be able to reverse the process. As a warrior, she has persevered to the end.”
“You’re finally… here.” As if hearing their voices, Fei Yuhan slightly opened her eyes, “Should I call you… Lord God?”
Her tone was mixed with a bit of humor, and her expression didn't look like someone in a desperate situation at all.
“You…” Roland couldn't help but be stunned.
“Sorry… I eavesdropped on your conversation.” She winked at Valkyries—which was also the only movement she could make, “But if I could do it again, I would still… do it. Jieluo… is she okay?”
A few short words seemed to have exhausted most of her strength. Only by holding her breath could her almost murmuring whispers be heard.
“Master, I… I’m fine…” Jieluo sobbed.
“Then this world… is still relatively intact, right?” Fei Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief, “In that case, I can be considered to have done my part to protect it.”
“So you knew that this world was just a dream—” Valkyries frowned.
“Perhaps for you, there are several worlds, but for me… it is the only one. And it is the martial artist’s inescapable responsibility to protect this world.” She paused slightly, “I say… Lord God, since you created it, you should trust everyone more, shouldn’t you?”
“Trust… everyone?”
“I know this sounds very… incredible, but as long as you provide proof, the Association’s higher-ups… won’t be so stubborn. There aren’t many things we can do, but it’s not like we’re completely useless… Even if we can’t beat the God’s Envoy, we can at least take some of the pressure off you. That way… saving the world will become easier, right?”
Gather everyone's power—
A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in Roland’s mind.
That's right, he is the creator of this world.
But not an omnipotent God.
There are some things he can't do.
But others can.
Combining everyone’s power might be able to achieve some seemingly impossible miracles.
“The last thing I want to say is… thank you.” Fei Yuhan’s voice was as thin as a gossamer, “Thank you for creating it, even if it’s just a dream—”
“No, the world is not a dream.” Roland interrupted, “It exists in the realm of consciousness, and it will continue to exist.”
“I knew… you would say that.” Fei Yuhan closed her eyes, revealing a satisfied smile.
“Also, I think that even if you produce evidence, it would be too unconvincing for one person to claim to be the Creator God. But if you add a genius martial artist, the effect might be very different.”
Her lips moved, "Are you... comforting me?"
“This is not comfort, but the Creator’s assertion.” Roland stood up and said, “Listen carefully, now is not the time to give up! Since you mentioned trust, then please believe me, this is far from an irreversible situation!”
“Because, I am a God—”
The dream was interrupted, and Roland suddenly sat up from his deck chair.
It was still afternoon. Sparse snowflakes were falling outside the window. Nightingale, who was guarding the office, flashed in front of him at the first moment and asked with concern, “Why did you wake up so quickly? Is there something wrong?”
This was the first time he had entered the dream world after being in a coma for two days. According to his usual habits, he would usually sleep from 1:00 PM to around 4:00 PM, but it was clearly not time yet.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Roland said solemnly, “Go and notify Shujuan and Mitang and ask them to come to the castle immediately. I have an important task to arrange.”
Nightingale still carefully checked his temperature and pulse, and nodded after confirming that there was no problem, “I understand.”
When the other party disappeared into the mist, Roland returned to his desk and began to make a plan with pen and paper.
If he wanted to save Fei Yuhan's life, he had to have the two worlds work together to launch a joint rescue.
Once he left the dream, time would stand still over there, which would undoubtedly buy him extremely crucial time for the rescue. Even if there was only one breath left, it would not end unless he entered the dream again.
The core of resurrection lies in Nana Wa's new ability—magic items with healing power. As long as a sufficient number are used at once, the disintegration of bodily functions can be suppressed.
Next is Shujuan's domain—he can't "bring" things into the dream world, but that little archive can. Considering that the witches' abilities can be accepted by the dream world and displayed as they are, then the magic items should be able to reach the realm of consciousness smoothly.
Of course, those two alone are still not enough.
First, he needs to transport these life-saving healing items from the archive to the high-speed bridge in the shortest time possible.
Secondly, the enchanted sutures and gauze can only pull Fei Yuhan back from the brink of death, and to treat injuries such as fractures, more professional equipment and tools must be used, which undoubtedly requires the assistance of professional physicians.
Only by gathering everyone's power can this miracle be created.