The night is deep and everyone is quiet.

Lumian woke up again in his dream, and the first thing that caught his eye was a faint fog.

He instinctively raised his hand and inserted it into the pocket of his own clothes.

The cold and hard metallic touch immediately entered his mind.

He took out the object he touched, and a touch of gold illuminated his eyes.

This is a gold coin.

A gold Louis.

It's still there... "Lumian sat up, looking down at herself.

He was still wearing the cotton coat, pants, and leather jacket from his last exploration, with the nearly two meter long steel fork and sharp black iron axe within reach.

This is exactly the same as when he left his dream.

That means this dream is developing and won't start over every time you enter... "Lumian played with the golden Louis and put it into the pocket of the cotton jacket inside.

Although this cannot be brought to reality, it is still enjoyable to see.

Lumian rolled over from the bed and looked out the window for a while, confirming that there was no significant change in the ruins and the red mountain peak.

He picked up the axe and steel fork, walked out of his room, and entered the dimly lit hallway.

Aurora's bedroom and study remained open.

Lumian glanced at it and suddenly had an idea:

In my dream, my room basically corresponds to reality, with everything that should be there, and Aurora's initial appearance looks the same.

Can I find her witchcraft notes, secret medicine formula, or how to become a wizard in this bedroom

This idea is like a devil's whisper, making Lumian's heart race and want to try.

Compared to exploring the unknown, dangerous, mysterious, and bizarre ruins, rummaging through boxes and cabinets in Aurora's room is an easier and safer choice.

No, no! Lumian shook his head suddenly and threw the idea aside.

He would rather take risks than pry into Aurora's privacy, and he wouldn't go into her bedroom without her permission.

This is respect for Aurora.

If it weren't for Oror, he would have died five years ago as a homeless child.

Lumian withdrew his gaze in considerable pain and walked towards the stairs.

If anyone other than Aurora were the owner of that bedroom, he would now go in and search for useful information.

After descending the stairs, Lumian didn't rush out, but instead checked the kitchen's reserves.

The olive oil, corn oil, and animal fats stored by Oror are neatly arranged in barrels and cans, just like reality.

Almost subconsciously, Lumian first picked up the bucket of corn oil and placed it next to the stove.

The only reason he chose this is that animal fat and olive oil are more expensive.

Then, he skillfully used coal and wood to light a fire in the stove and made several torches to be ignited.

This is preparing to burn that monster.

Of course, it would be better if other solutions could be used, and this is the final choice.

After completing these tasks, he picked up the axe and opened the door to leave.

Lumian immediately noticed a difference:

The faint gray mist that pervaded this dream felt a bit more damp than last time, and the ground beneath his feet was slightly muddy.

Has it rained before? When I'm not here, when I'm not dreaming, this place still exists and naturally evolves according to certain rules? "Lumian was both surprised and inexplicably felt that it should be like this.

Thinking of the strange stories that Aurora had made up, he suddenly had a guess:

This can't be the real world, can it?

My dream is connected to a real world, and the purpose of that tarot card that woke me up is to cross the barrier between dreams and ruins

Lumian quickly glanced around and found that on both sides of the ruins, the "edge" of the dream, was an endless gray mist.

Afterwards, we can verify whether it's a strange and illogical dream or a real land, sky, village, and town after penetrating through the fog, instead of going to the ruins, walking outside the fog

If it's the former, then it means this is still a dream. If not, Lumian needs to confirm which world this is.

He believes that from the use of Louis XIV, it seems that this place is still in the Republic of Indis, but not necessarily in the current era, perhaps a lost and disappeared place from decades or centuries ago.

However, Lumian felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to get out of the surrounding fog.

He restrained his mind and continued to advance towards the ruins.

He didn't forget that the purpose of this dream was to try to solve that monster.

After walking one or two hundred meters on the muddy wilderness filled with gravel and cracks, Lumian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He came up with a question.

The preparation just now was flawed!

Previously, my two-story building had no flames and was very safe in this foggy world. But now that it has a fire and emits light, will it attract a large number of monsters and make the safe zone no longer safe?

Lumian instinctively turned around and looked towards him, only to see in the faint fog, the red light imprinted on different glass windows at the bottom of the semi underground two-story building.

This is like a lighthouse in a dark world.

Considering that a considerable amount of time had passed and it was clearly too late to try extinguishing the fire, Lumian quickened his pace and retreated into the ruins, hiding in the collapsed building on the edge that had burned down.

He pinned the axe to his belt behind his back and skillfully climbed up a wall, hiding in a dark corner separated by bricks and wood.

Lumian gazed from afar at his own home on the other side of the wilderness.