Go to Sleep First

"Finally, I wish the month-long Industrial Exposition a complete success!"

Amidst the applause and cheers, Luo Wei stared at Charlton II on the high platform, his gaze growing colder by the second.

[Save Point: Crystal Palace Exhibition Hall]

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"What's wrong, Luo Wei?" Ophelia immediately noticed the shift in his expression. "Have you already spotted the assassin?"

Luo Wei suppressed his overt killing intent and turned to her. "Forget about the assassin for now."

"Huh?"

Luo Wei lightly touched his ring, using magical communication to summon everyone.

"What is it, brother?" Helena quickly responded.

"Did you find something unusual?" Tilis asked.

"We’ll talk at home," Luo Wei said, scanning their surroundings. "This isn’t the place for it."

Ophelia grew even more puzzled and lowered her voice. "But weren’t we supposed to escort the convoy all the way? Are we just abandoning Father now?"

Luo Wei glanced at Charlton II and smirked. "Don’t worry about him. He’s the safest person in this entire city."

Ophelia was still struggling to catch up. Initially, everyone had been misled by Eleya into believing the assassination attempt would happen en route.

But now, the one who most wanted the emperor dead was Luo Wei himself.

Back in the old mansion’s living room, everyone turned to Luo Wei, unsure what scheme he was brewing.

"So, what’s next?" Tilis asked curiously. "What do we do?"

"First, we sleep." Luo Wei took off his coat and tossed it onto the sofa.

"Huh?" Ophelia blinked, then gave him a strange look.

"Everyone, come with me—to my room." Luo Wei glanced back at their stunned faces. "Oh, right, Helena, you too."

"What? Her too?" Ophelia’s eyes widened.

Helena looked around at everyone, then at her brother, blushing as she lowered her head.

"What are you thinking?" Luo Wei sighed at Ophelia. "I meant actual sleep—just sleep!"

Tilis burst out laughing. "A dirty mind sees filth everywhere."

Ophelia rolled her eyes dramatically.

Soon, everyone had gathered in Luo Wei’s bedroom, leaving only a bewildered Eleya alone in the empty living room.

...

Three minutes later, Luo Wei appeared in "another" Crystal Palace.

Though the surroundings were identical to the real exhibition hall, there were no bustling crowds—just an eerie, hollow silence.

"Brother, are we holding a meeting in the dream world?" Helena asked curiously.

"Exactly," Luo Wei replied.

They were indeed "dreaming together." Everything around them was an illusion he had constructed—their real bodies were fast asleep in their own beds.

As for how he got them all to fall asleep in just three minutes… well, it was a callback to Season 2. Luo Wei had called over Caroline, Ophelia’s expert hypnotist of a maid.

"Why hold a meeting in the dream world?" Tilis asked. "For secrecy?"

"No," Luo Wei shook his head. "We’re running out of time."

Under normal circumstances, the emperor would depart after his speech. The convoy would take about half an hour to reach the bustling downtown area where the "assassination" would occur, and another hour to return to the palace.

In the dream world, where the brain processes things much faster—roughly ten times the speed of reality—five real-world minutes equated to an hour here. This gave Luo Wei ample time to simulate and analyze the deadlocks they’d faced in previous attempts.

With only one chance left, he couldn’t afford carelessness—not when his life was on the line. He needed to scrutinize every detail, and this time, he wouldn’t shoulder the burden alone.

He chose to rely on everyone’s strength.

Luo Wei waved his hand, and the scenery shifted. They now stood in a noisy, crowded downtown street, watching the emperor’s convoy slowly pass by.

"This is what’s about to happen."

Soon, the long-hidden assassin, Priest Lance, unleashed a wide-range [Judgment]. Spears of light rained from the sky, and amidst the panicked screams of the crowd, the bloodied Pope was carried away.

Then the scene changed again—this time to the front of St. Carlen Cathedral, where they witnessed Adrian’s head being severed by Eleya.

This was the first ending: the Church’s leadership annihilated, the Holy Edict Church falling under Eleya’s control.

"So…" Ophelia murmured. "Her target was never Father—it was the Pope…"

"It’s not over yet." Luo Wei waved again, showing them a second scenario.

The oppressive weather faded, replaced by a refreshing sea breeze as they arrived at a coastal town near Brugge.

But this picturesque town was now filled with screams and gunfire. In the distance, hordes of monsters swarmed ashore, while priests frantically tended to the wounded.

This was the second ending: priests across the nation, hearing a divine summons, rejoiced at what they believed was the return of the Light God. Soon after, Weignar became the true "Land of Holy Light."

"This woman is something else," Tilis muttered. "To think she had a backup plan… I really underestimated her."

"It’s still not over," Luo Wei said.

"Still not over?!" Ophelia gasped. "If that’s the case, she’s truly terrifying…"

"The next part has nothing to do with her." Luo Wei sighed. "It’s about that old bastard in your family."

"Huh?" Her light-colored eyes blinked in confusion.

"Take a good look at what Charlton II did." Luo Wei smirked coldly, unveiling the final scene.

After a mutually destructive clash with Eleya, Charlton II swooped in like a mantis stalking a cicada. With the Church in ruins, he seized the moment to declare war.

The dream world couldn’t perfectly replicate reality—it could only reconstruct Luo Wei’s memories, letting them experience what he had seen and heard. The unseen battles had to be filled in by his narration.

Then came the moment when Luo Wei and Ophelia, hand in hand, faced death together.

The city guard, seizing the opportunity while supernatural powers vanished, purged their enemies. Even Fred, one of the three legendary warriors, was effortlessly killed by an ordinary bullet.

Tilis stared in disbelief. "How could such an ability exist? To erase all supernatural power? That’s impossible!"

The witch’s confusion mirrored Luo Wei’s own. That’s why, of the three scenarios, the last one was the most detailed.

The moment he realized how overpowered this ability was, he had meticulously recorded every observable detail—allowing him to present it to them now with precision.

"That's all." Luo Wei's tone was grave. "This is what will happen next. As you can see, every wrong choice will lead to devastating consequences."

"So that's how it was..." Ophelia gazed deeply ahead, watching the scene of "herself" and Luo Wei holding hands, standing fearlessly before countless gun barrels as they exchanged vows.

After a long silence, she turned to Luo Wei with a soft smile. "Back then, I had no idea... there really would be a next time."

"Told you I wouldn't lie." Luo Wei teased, "Didn't I keep my word?"

"Luo Wei..." Ophelia took his hand. The moment she witnessed that scene, everything became clear to her.

Thinking of how he had narrowly escaped death so many times before, an ache stirred in her heart.

He must have endured countless agonizing cycles to stand here now—cracking jokes with her as if nothing had happened, reuniting safely with everyone...

Her light-colored eyes shimmering faintly, Ophelia leaned against Luo Wei's shoulder and gently embraced him.

Why had he waited until now to say anything...

"Don't be sad. It's not like I actually died all those times." Luo Wei wrapped an arm around her slender waist, comforting her with a smile. "It's just a kind of foresight—seeing different futures based on different choices. It wasn't as tragic as you're imagining."

Ophelia lifted her eyes slightly, but after just one glance, she lowered them again with a resigned sigh.

Lying again.

This was absolutely not as simple as "foreseeing the future." The details were far too vivid, too real—no one could fabricate such intricate authenticity unless they had lived through it. The scenes she had just witnessed felt as though he had experienced them firsthand.

Yet she didn't call him out. If he had always been reluctant to speak of it, there must be a reason...