The Creators: From Night City

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A title popped into Eileen's mind, making her gasp in surprise.

"[Lord of Eternal Flame]!"

"Since you know that, let's go."

The unicorn gracefully strode forward, parting the dense thicket of golden grass, and led the way.

Raven hunter Eileen shifted her body uncomfortably, feeling the softness of the clothes she was wearing.

Compared to her heavy, dull, sweltering armor that reeked of blood, the clothes she was wearing now were far too comfortable.

Lightweight, close-fitting, breathable, smooth, and well-fitting, with a faint lavender scent, everything about it was so comfortable that she felt a little uncomfortable.

As the two men and their horse rode along, a gentle breeze occasionally rustled through the golden grass, sounding like the world playing its lullaby.

"Where is this place?"

Eileen finally couldn't help but ask.

"Like honey," Queen Akataranti of the Unicorns replied, turning her head.

"Like honey?" the hunter murmured, referring to the name that evoked sweetness and tranquility.

"Of course, you can also call this place 'the dream of the Lord of Eternal Flame'."

"【Lord of Eternal Flame】? A beautiful dream?" The overwhelming amount of information shocked the hunter's relatively resilient nerves, but it also made her daydream.

"Of course, think about the dream world you're in; where there are nightmares, there are also beautiful dreams."

"You mean Yharnam is a nightmare?!"

"You should have realized this long ago, shouldn't you, Dream Ferryman?" The Unicorn Queen calmly led the way, responding indifferently.

"Me, the Dream Ferryman?" Another question arose in the crow's mind along with the other party's words.

The world was completely silent, except for the faint, distant sound of bells, their echoes long and lingering, as if they had traveled through countless ages to reach this place.

The crow, lost in its own thoughts, arrived at its destination—the palace of the Lord of Eternal Flame.

Surprisingly, the palace the unicorn mentioned was not a luxurious pavilion, but a rather large, ultra-modern workshop.

Of course, this is only the understanding of Ciri and Akataranti, who have already been exposed to modern technology.

In Eileen's eyes, this magnificent modern building was clearly a true 'miracle'.

The main structure of the factory is constructed from a dark gold alloy treated with nanotechnology, giving it a brushed metal texture. Warm, self-illuminating amber-colored optical fibers are inlaid along the edges of the building, emitting a warm amber-like light.

Beneath the wide eaves, instead of traditional carved beams and painted rafters, lies a smart surface composed of countless tiny hexagonal golden photovoltaic panels. These panels slowly adjust their angles, as if absorbing the light energy of the dream itself.

The workshop's entrance is a flowing, opaque golden energy barrier, like solidified honey grids, full of a sense of order.

“Welcome to the ‘Eternal Sundial Workshop’,” Ciri said for the first time as she stood at the entrance.

Chapter 820 Left or Right

What kind of god is the Lord of Eternal Flame?

This is the question the crow has been pondering on the road.

majesty?

Holy?

learned?

Strict?

All her doubts collapsed into an unexpected and established reality when she met the other person.

'Turns out he was a blacksmith'

This was the crow's first thought.

Jiang Bing, shirtless, was forging weapons beside a roaring furnace, while standing beside him was the Chaos Witch Krana in her white spirit form.

"Lord Sabur, we have a preliminary plan for dealing with the spiritualization of the 'Apostles' and 'Witcher' legions. As for the dream world you are currently in, I believe we can soon send troops into the dream."

"What about its impact on the stability of dreams?"

"As long as the quantity and quality are not too large, it will not affect the stability, and the 'dream-like' phenomenon you caused before will not occur."

Klara turned another page in the spellbook she was using as a notebook and continued, "However, the teleportation of the accompanying equipment is a problem."

"The dream world is, after all, a purely spiritual world. Ordinary matter cannot be brought into it. Only equipment made using soul refining technology can be transported along with the spirit."

"But this is not your world. The laws have not collapsed, and there are not that many high-quality souls available."

Jiang Bing spoke up to refute the other party's suggestion.

The forging hammer sparked against the power sword on the anvil as he swung it, but ultimately, Jiang Bing made the decision on the matter.

"I'll take care of the equipment issue. Let's select suitable candidates as soon as possible."

Klara nodded in agreement and dispersed.

"you're awake?"

Completely bewildered by the conversation between the two, Eileen felt a little unreal.

In her mind, shouldn't those high above be beings who look down on all living beings from the clouds, with chaotic minds, capable of distorting human minds with just whispers, cold and ruthless, and treating living beings as worthless?

What's going on with this scene where someone is carrying a hammer and greeting someone like a blacksmith from the neighboring blacksmith shop?

She felt disillusioned.

"Thank you for your help, great Lord of Eternal Flame."

Jiang Bing couldn't help but grin from ear to ear at the crow's compliment.

“Sabur Lerek, call me Mr. Sabur, Your Excellency Sabur, or Your Highness Sabur, but don’t use any titles.”

The crow hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to accept the other party's suggestion.

"Understood, Mr. Sabur."

How was your rest?

“It’s great, or rather, it’s never been this good,” Eileen said honestly.

"That's good"

"I heard from Lady Aktalanti on the way here that this is your dream?"

The crow had too many questions in its mind.

"Strictly speaking, that's correct."

"What about Yanan?"

"You are in a dream, of course, and a huge, interconnected dream. I believe you have already guessed that, after all, you are a rare dream facilitator."

What is a dream facilitator?

The crow's problems came one after another.

Jiang Bing put down the forging hammer in his hand, put on his coat, and led the other person to the sofa next to him, gesturing for him to sit down. He was ready to have a proper conversation with the other person.

"Being a dreamer is a gift, a rare gift."

As Jiang Bing lightly tapped the table, a cup of black tea appeared out of nothingness and was placed in front of the crow.

This sight of a creation in the void caused the other party's pupils to shrink sharply.

For the first time, the crow realized that no matter how ordinary the other party appeared, he was still a 'great being' in essence.

"People with this talent are often able to travel freely in dreams, whether the dream is their own or someone else's."

"By the way, do you remember how many times you've been trapped in this nightmare, Eileen?"

Still reeling from the previous shock, Raven was once again filled with turmoil. She hadn't expected that her biggest secret would be exposed so soon after they met.

She could only pick up her teacup and use drinking tea to mask her panic.

The black tea was very fragrant and mellow, more so than any black tea she had ever drunk before.

“I can’t remember, Mr. Sabur. In fact, in this endless cycle, even the concept of time has disappeared.”

As the tea was finished, the crow finally decided to tell the truth.

"Time is still flowing, it's just that there's no longer day and night, and the seasons change." Jiang Bing tapped his finger lightly, refilled the other person's cup, and also made two trays of macarons as tea snacks.

"After all, the night is where that guy's territory is?"

The crow's hand, holding the dessert, froze instantly.

"That guy?"

"Since it's a dream, it must have a source, right?"

The crow swallowed hard and squeezed out a few dry, flat words.

"You mean 'those in positions of power'?"

"To be precise, it's 'those in power'," Jiang Bing said, never one to shy away from a shocking statement.

"Those in power?!" The crow felt as absurd as someone squatting at a roadside stall eating chive dumplings while seriously discussing with the diners across from them whether to declare war on the world.

"Moon Spirit, the formless Odon, the Tide Surger Koth, the Unborn Mego, the Skinning Coffin, the Silent Weaver, the Thousand-Eyed Progenitor, the Mother of Transport Amidaras, the stupid spider you Yharnam created yourselves, the Daughter of the Stars, and oh yes, that Primal Coiled Beast you saw that has already been killed, your world is truly a chaotic mess."

Compared to the string of 'superior' titles that Jiang Bing uttered, the Raven Hunter astutely grasped a key point in Jiang Bing's words.

"Our world?"

“Of course, after all, to them I could be considered an ‘outer god’.” Jiang Bing shook his head and laughed, telling a joke that the crow would never understand.

Fortunately, the tea was rich and the desserts were delicious, allowing the crow to continue to cover up its embarrassment by eating.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the crow finally spoke up: "Thank you for your hospitality, but I think you summoned me here because you have something to tell me, Mr. Sabur?"

“I want to make a deal with you, Raven Hunter Eileen.”

"A deal? Forgive my bluntness, but someone like you, do you really need me..." The hunter didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

As a deity, is there any place where someone as weak as her needs to serve?

The answer is yes.

"Don't underestimate yourself, Eileen," Jiang Bing said with a smile as he stood up, and everything around him began to dissipate.

A city that Eileen knew very well appeared at her feet, but the dilapidated and desolate streets made her somewhat hesitant to believe it.

"This is?"

“That’s right, this is Ya Nan,” Jiang Bing confirmed the other party’s guess.

"However, this is Yharnam in the present world."

"Compared to the dream, doesn't it look much more dilapidated?" Jiang Bing waved his hand and continued to expand the dimensions of the 'sand table,' displaying dilapidated buildings, abandoned squares, and deserted streets to the crow.

"That's normal. After all, since the 'Blood Moon Incident' 32 years ago, apart from the unlucky ones who were dragged into the dream by 'them', the residents of this city have either died or fled, and there aren't many people left."

Eileen stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar street.

“I don’t like to force people, so you have two choices, Eileen.”

Jiang Bing sat back down on the sofa suspended above Yanan and stretched out his left hand toward the crow hunter.

"Hold my left hand, and you will return to the present world and be free from all of this. This is my reward for you for filling in the gaps in my work."

As another arm reached out, Jiang Bingqian smiled and said, "If you choose to hold my right hand, then you're in trouble. You will face the reality of this world and fight for me forever, forever accompanied by killing and death. But the good thing is that you will still have the chance to end this nightmare, as well as those idiots who don't sleep well."

Under the crows' hesitant gaze, Jiang Bing, with a joy only he could understand, urged them one last time: "Left or right, make a choice."

Chapter 821 The Desires of the Ancient Gods

To be or not to be, that is the question.

But whether to choose left or right, it's not difficult for the crow.

Without hesitation, she reached out and grasped the other person's right hand.

The crows had too many grudges waiting to be avenged, and she didn't want them to disappear with her waking dream.

"Very well, now that you've made your choice, be prepared."