Chapter 388: Becoming Human, The Power of the Dream Messenger

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Becoming Human, The Power of the Dream Messenger

Vincent Vaughn surveyed the bizarre scenery around him.

The soft, colorful ground.

The floating cloud mountains in the distance and the ever-changing sky.

He then glanced at the other people present, as well as the quiet sheep.

Ironhide analyzed the situation in his booming voice.

"I reckon none of us know each other, so for us to all fall into this weird place at the same time, there’s an eighty percent chance we all triggered the same condition.

Do you... all have a thing called a Beautiful Dream Stamp?

I got mine from a Treasure Chest in a small instance last time."

"A Beautiful Dream Stamp! I have one!"

Vincent Vaughn immediately started nodding frantically, as if he’d found a kindred spirit.

"I got mine from a Bronze Treasure Box, too!

At the time, I thought its description was ambiguous and that it was useless!"

Clayton Quinn, who had been silent with a cold demeanor, also gave a slight nod in silent agreement.

Everyone’s gaze simultaneously turned to Seraphina Sullivan.

Seraphina met their gazes and nodded calmly. "I have one, too."

That just left the white-haired girl, Joy Hughes, and the sheep.

A flicker of light crossed Joy Hughes’s eyes before she nodded.

When everyone’s eyes finally focused on the sheep, which had been standing quietly to the side and only occasionally flicking its tail, the atmosphere grew even stranger.

"Baa~"

Lamb let out a soft bleat, as if responding to their stares.

"Holy crap!"

Vincent Vaughn looked as if he’d discovered a new continent; the eyes behind his glasses lit up instantly.

They glittered with curiosity and a certain... calculating gleam?

"What is this? A mutated monster?

No, that’s not right. It fell down here with us... Could it have a Beautiful Dream Stamp, too?

No, no... Wait!"

He suddenly slapped his thigh.

"I remember now!

The intel from our safe zone mentioned it.

In the apocalyptic doomsday system, it’s not just humans who become Players.

Some animals, and even plants, can also become Players!

Could it be... you’re one of those animal players?!"

Vincent Vaughn grew more and more excited as he spoke.

His gaze toward Lamb had already shifted from initial shock to the greedy, eager look of someone who had discovered rare prey.

’If I could subdue an animal player and make it my pet or mount... how cool would that be!

Of course, my power would definitely soar, too!’

He seemed to be completely lost in his fantasy.

"Baa!"

Lamb let out another soft bleat.

This time, however, a clear trace of disdain and contempt showed in its docile, sheep-like eyes.

It raised its head slightly, as if to say: ’You? This sheep has seen plenty of your kind.’

Seraphina Sullivan noticed this look, becoming even more certain that this sheep’s intelligence was by no means low.

’And I’m afraid... it’s not to be trifled with.’

Just as Vincent Vaughn was still lost in his fantasy of how to "subdue" this "rare pet," and was even beginning to consider what methods to use...

...a sudden change occurred!

Lamb, who was standing there, suddenly let out a soft "POOF!" from its body without any warning!

It wasn’t an explosion, but more like the sound of Energy being released or a form being changed.

Immediately after, a thick but not blinding cloud of white smoke, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance, burst from its body.

It quickly enveloped the small area around it!

"What’s happening?!"

"Be careful!" Clayton Quinn and Ironhide immediately went on alert.

Even Vincent Vaughn was startled out of his fantasy, taking a nervous step back.

Seraphina Sullivan, however, merely narrowed her eyes.

The white smoke appeared as quickly as it dissipated.

After just two or three seconds, the smoke cleared.

And when everyone got a clear look at the figure within the smoke again...

...almost all of them revealed expressions of astonishment!

Where the sheep had been standing, there was now a young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old!

He had a slender build, fair skin, and delicate features tinged with a hint of laziness.

He had soft, slightly curly, light-golden short hair, like the finest sheep’s wool.

Most eye-catching of all, a small, elegant, beautifully curved white horn grew from each side of his head!

He wore a set of simple but strangely textured white clothes.

He was barefoot, and there seemed to be a fine, soft down that hadn’t fully receded around his ankles.

At this moment, the "horned youth" stood with his hands in his pockets.

A faint, teasing, and playful smile hung on his lips.

He looked at the dumbfounded group.

"Hehehe..."

He spoke, his voice crisp and full of a youth’s energy, yet it also held a strange, ethereal quality.

"Just as I thought, I’m invincible in the Dream World. This place is better; I can be... a little more free."

He flexed his fingers.

Then he touched the horns on his head.

Seemingly satisfied with this form, he finally raised his eyes to look at Vincent Vaughn.

The disdain in his gaze was even more obvious now.

"Hey, you over there, four-eyes. Were you just thinking something rude about me?"

Vincent Vaughn’s mouth fell open, his glasses nearly sliding off his face. He pointed at the horned youth and stammered.

"Y-You... You’re that sheep?! How did you... how did you transform?!"

Ironhide’s bull-like eyes went wide, his honest face filled with astonishment.

Clayton Quinn’s gaze grew sharper, and his body tensed slightly.

Joy Hughes peeked out from behind Ironhide, looking at this being with curiosity.

Seraphina Sullivan watched as the fluffy sheep transformed into a lazy yet somewhat arrogant youth with horns on his head.

Beyond her initial surprise, wave after wave of questions and considerations rose in her mind.

She recalled his earlier words, "In the Dream World... I can be... a little more free."

And the description of his core Talent, [Dream Traveler], from her [Eye of Resume] data.

A hypothesis gradually took shape in her mind.

’This so-called Divine Kingdom of Sweet Dreams instance is very likely a vast, stable, and special dream world controlled by the God of Sweet Dreams!’

’And the [Dream Traveler] Talent, as its name suggests, allows one to walk freely within dreams and even interfere with their rules.

On this home turf of ’dreams’...

...a person with this kind of Talent...

...would probably receive an unimaginable boost to their power.

They might even... have the Ability to partially modify the dream, or in other words, use the rules of the dream to increase their strength?’

’So, his data doesn’t list a transformation ability, but he can do it easily here... Is this a manifestation of the "privilege" or "authority" of a [Dream Traveler] in the Dream World?’

The more Seraphina thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

’Omnipotent in the Dream World... that might be an exaggeration, but he’s definitely far, far stronger here than anywhere else.’

Thinking of this, she looked at the horned youth before her, who called himself "Yang," and at the quiet, reserved girl Joy Hughes, who also seemed to have entered this place for special reasons, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of apprehension.

’These two people... one has a Talent that basically makes him a god on his home turf.

The other might possess some mysterious precognitive ability.

In an instance tailor-made for the theme of dreams, their advantages are just too great.’