The deer made of red mist was originally named Mirmi.
This was what Alka knew, having received memories and knowledge from the crystal fragment he had just obtained.
This dream deer, originally named Mirmi, was a mist-like creature, just like the giant snake.
It was a "king" within the dream. As for its specific strength compared to that of the snake, Alka had no idea.
Even the expression of strength in dreams was somewhat abstract.
One could only roughly determine a certain range.
Based on his speculation and feelings, it was significantly weaker, even though the giant white snake was also a dream king.
There were differences between kings within dreams.
The reason he had transformed into red mist and attacked mindlessly, as if mad, was because he had been tricked.
By a weak human.
The one who had caused him to become like this was none other than Kylian, the pirate.
Based on fragmented memories and information, Alka roughly pieced together the threads of this series.
Kylian had obtained the fragment, but it had little effect on a normal human.
Using his understanding of dreams and at the cost of his own life, he had imbued it with something unhealthy.
Something like negative emotions.
He had used the fragment to lure Mirmi, a mist-like creature, who was normally not very aggressive.
Or perhaps it was inclined towards order.
Kylian had offered him a condition: sign a contract with him, and he would give him the fragment.
The contract was signed successfully, requiring only protection for his descendants.
However, when he obtained the fragment and integrated it into his body, problems arose.
This special fragment. There are certain requirements for the controller, pure and unadulterated. Dreams, creatures, seem somewhat difficult to control, requiring a slow process of digestion.
Clarian, using his own hatred and life, along with an unknown blood sacrifice method, detonated the limbs once hidden within the fragment through the contract.
This hatred affected the mist-like creatures, a characteristic of dream creatures.
Under these circumstances, he was tainted, ultimately transforming into the form Alka had seen before.
This transformation filled him with a desire for destruction, a desire to destroy living creatures.
He inexplicably longed to return to reality, an obsession inflicted by the blood sacrifice, one that even madness could not shake.
Hate had been imposed on his spiritual world since Clarian's death.
With his strength, once he reached the real world, he would head straight for Southern Cross Island and unleash a slaughter on the royal family.
Alka and the others suffered, firstly because Alka possessed powers connected to dreams. Forced by Kriel, they were forced to resort to this suicidal strategy.
This eliminated a long-prepared weakness.
Mirmi didn't rush out directly because the island held royal blood.
That's why he was so eager to pull the island down. Alka and the others survived the subsequent spread of the attack.
It was also because his full attention was focused on Kriel.
Alka and the others were attacked simply because they were affected by Kriel.
Unconsciously, he spread the attack across the entire island.
They were too weak.
In reality, if their leader, the Great Snake, hadn't come to their aid, Alka and the others wouldn't have died.
Once Kriel died, the pull of hatred would have caused the deer to quickly break free from reality and abandon its attack on Alka and the others.
The reason Kylian was able to lure a king from the dreamland and set this trap was because of that crystal fragment.
It was Alka's greatest reward on this trip.
Because it was a...
Fragment of a god.
Keelian, the Gate of Passage, the Master of the Fantasy City.
These were all titles of this god.
However, Alka could not learn the god's name from the tiny fragment of information left within it.
After all, it was just a tiny fragment.
And Kylian, who first obtained it, used it to lure the king from the dreamland instead of using it himself.
Because this item itself was not something that ordinary humans could adapt to.
The most basic requirement for its adaptation was that it was a creature from the dreamland.
Alka himself, after having acquired the Dream Catcher for so long,
Furthermore, as long as he was dreaming, he would always act within his dreams. He had long since become more than just a mere tangible being.
Long before, under the influence of the Dreamcatcher, his soul and spirit had been deeply bound to the dream world.
Add to that the orbs of light left by the deer's digestion, and Alka's connection to dreams had become even deeper.
One could think of him as a half-dream creature, a new life half-real.
This perfectly aligns with this god.
For this god is a dream god, a creature of reality.
He also possesses the same half-real, half-dream nature.
Alka had also attained divine descent.
He now had divine blood flowing through his veins.
And he had also acquired...
the knowledge necessary to achieve godhood. This knowledge wasn't inherent to the fragment, for when its original owner achieved godhood, such knowledge didn't exist.
Rather, it was what Kylian knew came with the acquisition of this divine fragment.
A path to godhood that was achievable in this era.
And this was why Kriel had come to this island. Kylian had deliberately spread this news upon his death.
It wouldn't matter if the news itself was inaccurate or false, because that wouldn't have attracted Kriel.
He had a plethora of special means to verify the truth of this news.
The problem was, it was the truth.
This compelled Kriel to come to the island in person.
Though he was cautious,
He ultimately came to the island in person, attracting Mirmi and stirring up the trace of hatred solidified within his madness.
Even without Alka to erase the weak point.
Mirmi would soon burst out of the real world; he simply accelerated the process.
And this was the knowledge that led to godhood.
It might be something more precious than anything Alka had just acquired.
"Am I learning too much?" Alka muttered to himself.
This wave of gains was a bit too great.
This path to godhood also revealed the most hidden secret.
The treasure might be a part of the god.
Alka didn't know the specifics of why this was the case, as there wasn't much information.
The rest was a combination formula.
A [Crown]
Two [Scepters]
Three [Holy Grails]
This was the path to godhood, but it was only a formula; it didn't tell Alka how to achieve it.
And Alka didn't think it was so easy to achieve godhood.
A truly large power would definitely not be short of [Scepters]. The only obstacle might be the [Crown].
But he still felt it might be too simple. If that were the case, wouldn't there have been only four gods from ancient times to the present, with no other gods appearing?
‐‐ Perhaps they did, but Alka didn't know.
‐‐ Regardless, this knowledge was terrifying enough, and it wasn't something he needed to consider for the time being.
‐‐ What he needed to consider now was his divine descent. What changes had this brought him?
‐‐And his dream kingdom.
‐‐"Let me see what the fragments have brought me," Alka said, closing his eyes.
‐‐First, he had completely transformed into a creature half dream and half reality, a strange hybrid.
‐‐ This allowed him to move freely between reality and dreams.
‐‐ He could even immerse himself in dreams in his physical form, without the need for a dream double.
‐‐ The barrier between dreams and reality no longer affected him.
‐‐ Of course, his belongings, equipment, and clothing would become obstacles and be left behind. To prevent this from happening to him, he had to use some silver energy to attach to these objects while he was dreaming.
However, for him now, this ability seemed merely a means to escape into dreams at any time and anywhere.
Simply put, he had acquired an extremely powerful life-saving skill.
As long as he wasn't restrained, imprisoned, or in a special area.
Whenever he encountered life-threatening danger, he could escape at any time.
If the enemy possessed the means to pursue him within the dream, then he was courting death.
Realizing this, Alka opened his eyes again.
The descendants of the gods might bring more than just this; he would need to slowly explore.
Looking at his dream bubble.
At this moment, his dream bubble remained the same as before, only ten times larger due to his acquisition of the Dream Kingship.
But his appearance hadn't changed because he had become a descendant of the Dream God.
Though not outwardly, his essence had long since changed.
He waved his hand gently.
A wisp of mixed golden and silver energy flew out from the crystal column.
It blended into Alka's hand, and a pink mist also merged with it.
And then, a shimmering, crystal-clear cocoon appeared in his hand.
The cocoon glowed, and when the light faded,
A mist-like creature, composed of pale pink mixed with gold and silver, appeared in Alka's hand.
A mist-like butterfly.
The butterfly fluttered its enormous wings, leaving a three-colored trail, and gently took flight, soaring within its own dream bubble.
"Is this... what it feels like to create life?"
From the fragments, Alka sensed a glimmer of divine authority.
The creation of life. "What a shame, I can only live in my dream bubble," Alka sighed as he shook his head.
The cost was too high, and it had no real effect at the moment.
Although he had created life, it could only exist within his dream bubble and could not soar across the entire dream world.
After all, he had only gained this ability through a small fragment.
And he had absolute, godlike control over his own dream bubble.
And his dream bubble would no longer shatter upon his awakening; it would remain.
It became a link between reality and dreams.
It didn't necessarily have to remain in the dream world; it could remain within Alka's soul when he left.
At the same time, his bubble became extremely solid, a result of the combined power of the king and the rules of the descendants of the God of Dreams.
Now, even the White Mist Serpent could not personally strike at his bubble.
Because these are the "rules" of the dream.
Unless the White Mist Serpent has the ability to break these "rules."
Perhaps before, Alka might have believed he had this ability, but now that he's become a descendant of the gods and has gained the kingship of the dream, he knows.
The Guardian Serpent is still merely a king, not even remotely divine.
But Alka still wonders: "Why did he ask me to kill Mirmi?"
All Alka knows is that mist creatures can't seem to kill each other.
Even though the White Mist Serpent is much stronger than Mirmi, it still can't do anything to him.
Alka was able to kill him because of his identity as a "hunter" in the dream.
Today's gains have brought about so many changes, leaving Alka with a ton of information to process.
He needs plenty of time to process this information and the changes it has brought.
The most important thing was the power and authority brought by "God's Descent" and "Kingdom."
He could momentarily sense the profound changes this power brought.
But he lacked the means to temporarily utilize this power; he needed time to study it.
Thankfully, they had now left the Broken Islands.
They began their aimless sea voyage.
He had plenty of time to adapt and study.
But before that, he needed to return to the real world and wake up.
Just now, he could sense someone calling out to him from outside.
He closed his eyes.
The giant dream bubble vanished instantly, but it remained within Alka's soul.
It no longer shattered as before.
And Alka vanished where it had been.
When Alka opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling of his room.
Turning around, he saw Sofia and Lusilia sitting in the chair next to him.
They seemed to be reading.
He got up from the bed.
"You're awake. How do you feel?"
"I just took a nap. I didn't do anything special," Alka said, somewhat puzzled.
Xadaiti and Lusilia just stared at him.
"Have you become more handsome?" Lusilia asked bluntly.
Xadaiti's face flushed slightly as he walked over to examine him carefully.
"Your skin has become whiter... and smoother?"
He sounded surprised and reached out to touch Alka's arm.
The blush faded, and his eyes, filled with curiosity, looked at Alka and asked, "How did you do that?"
"Did you take care of yourself in your sleep?" Lusilia asked, also observing Alka's transformation, in amazement.
To the two women, Alka's transformation seemed minor, but a closer look revealed a profound transformation.
His facial features had undergone subtle adjustments, making him look much better than before.
Alka before couldn't be described as handsome, but he was better than average. Simply put, he looked more pleasing to the eye.
But now, Alka could definitely be described as handsome.
His skin was fair and radiant, his features were delicate and three-dimensional, and even his hair had become smooth and shiny.
"How did he do it?"
For the two women, their curiosity wasn't about Alka's improved looks, but rather how he'd become so handsome.
The method used intrigued them immensely.
The change in his skin, in particular, was so noticeable that it was the change they cared about most, and they desperately wanted to achieve the same transformation themselves.
Alka shook his head in amusement and patted them both. "Alright, you won't need this method for now. I'll explain it to you in detail when I have the chance."
"Let's get out first."
With that, he led the two out of his room.
The sky was still dark, only the stars in the sky looked much brighter.
"Wow!"
Jason, who happened to be going upstairs, ran into Alka coming out. Seeing Alka's transformation, he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
He couldn't help but come over and pinch the muscles in Alka's hand, then patted Alka's abdomen.
Then they compared their heights.
"Damn, how did you get so tall?"
Jason asked, looking at Alka, who was now half a head taller than him.
Alka was now at least 1.9 meters tall, at least 10 centimeters taller than before.
Jason, who was originally about the same height as him, was now a head shorter. This was a bit too much.
"Did you take any medicine?"
Jason began to pinch Alka's body, trying to figure out how he had changed.
Alka slapped his hand away and said unhappily, "Get out of here, little bastard."
"Huh?"
Jason's eyes widened at the name.
He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, and it was the first time he'd been called that.
Even the incredibly tall and large Pororo had never called him that.
After all, it was just a matter of race.
"Boogie, Jibubobo."
The crystal dragon from the poop roof flew down, circled Alka, and said something.
"Possessing the blood of a god? What does that mean?... Oh, so that's how it is."
Jason nodded in understanding as he spoke to Urulius, occasionally turning to look at Alka.
From his response, Alka knew the crystal dragon had noticed his change.
It seems this crystal dragon's bloodline and race aren't ordinary.
"As you grow up, will I change too?"
"That's good."
After hearing the crystal dragon's words, Jason turned to Alka with a smile on his face.
"Don't be so arrogant for too long. Wait until my size changes, and then you'll see."
Seeing Jason's smug look, Alka smiled and suddenly asked, "Urulius, how long will it take you to grow up?"
"Boogie!"
"What? 70 to 90 years?" Jason said in surprise, his eyes wide.
This wasn't what he'd expected.
A human-like expression appeared on the crystal dragon's face, and it shook its head helplessly, indicating that there was nothing it could do.
She still wanted to grow up quickly, but what else could she do?
Looking at Jason's dejected expression, Alka patted his shoulder.
"It was just a joke, don't be discouraged. It only takes this long for her to reach adulthood. Adolescence and youth might not take that long."
Some of the strange knowledge gained from the fragments included information about the age of the dragon clan.
However, the crystal dragon's growth period seemed to be shorter than that of a normal dragon.
Alka had expected a crystal dragon to say two or three hundred years.
It turned out to be less than a hundred years.
That might seem like a long time for a normal life form, but for a creature like a dragon, it was incredibly short.
"Boogie."
"You're not looking for an excuse to eat more, are you?" Jason looked at her doubtfully.
"Boogie, boogie!"
It seems that eating can help one grow faster.
Judging from Jason's expression, it must be a precious crystal mineral.