I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 151: The Dream of Peace

They didn't notice when it began.

One moment, the three of them were walking through a narrow root tunnel, its bark shimmering with a sleepy violet haze. The next—

Everything changed.

The walls dissolved into morning light.

Isaac opened his eyes to a sunrise over a golden field. Birds were singing. His coat was gone. He wore a simple white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and there was fresh bread on the table beside him.

A house stood behind him. Familiar. Peaceful.

Lira waved at him from the garden, her hair tied up messily, smiling with flour on her cheek.

Sylvalen sat beneath a tree with a book in her lap and a baby cradled in her arms.

For a moment… the world was perfect.

"We finally did it," Lira called. "No more dungeons. No more curses."

"It's safe now," Sylvalen added softly. "You can rest, Isaac."

And the strangest part?

He wanted to.

His weapons were gone. His system didn't respond.

No alerts. No stat windows. No pressure.

Just... calm.

Elsewhere in the Dream

Lira found herself in a version of her childhood home—restored, warm, filled with laughter. Her parents alive. Her brother teasing her from the hallway.

"You made it, sis," he said. "You don't have to prove anything anymore."

She clutched a glass of warm cider, unsure when it got in her hands.

"Wasn't I supposed to... do something?"

"It doesn't matter," her brother said. "You're safe now."

Sylvalen stood in a library that didn't end.

Her mother—whom she had not seen since childhood—gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You've protected enough, my flower."

"Let others carry the world."

And for just a moment, Sylvalen believed her.

Back to Isaac

He sat down beside the table and watched the wind ripple through the tall grass.

"It's over," Lira whispered, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Just stay," Sylvalen said, kissing his temple. "Please."

His heart wavered.

Because it felt right.

It felt real.

But that's when it hit him.

"This isn't what they'd say."

He stood up suddenly.

The warmth dulled.

"Lira would joke. Sylvalen would ask about mana shielding. This... isn't you."

He turned to them—and found empty mannequins where they stood.

Smiling. Still.

He clenched his fists.

"Wake up."

His system flickered, finally responding.

[System Override – Rank EX+] resisting localized dream distortion...

[Soulpiercer Sight – Rank A] active... False layer identified...

WARNING: Memory Drift Detected.

Isaac roared—and the illusion shattered.

He gasped awake, lying in a pit of moss and crystal.

Sylvalen and Lira were asleep beside him, breathing steadily—entranced.

"No."

He knelt beside Lira and placed a hand over her chest.

"This isn't how your story ends."

He activated [Moonflame Rebirth – Rank EX+], pulsing its aura outward.

A burst of silvery fire spread around them, disrupting the ambient spell.

Lira jerked awake, eyes wide. "Wh—?"

"Dream trap," he said quickly. "You were caught in it."

"I was… home," she whispered. "I didn't want to leave."

He turned to Sylvalen, placing a hand over her forehead. "Come back to me."

A flicker of resistance—then her eyes opened, sharp and startled.

"I almost believed it," she murmured.

"That's the point," Isaac said. "It doesn't kill you. It just gives you a dream worth dying in."

They sat in silence, recovering.

"This dungeon isn't made to fight us," Lira said quietly. "It's made to soften us."

"To make us forget who we are," Sylvalen added.

Isaac looked into the tunnel ahead, which now pulsed with a darker, deeper light.

"We're close."

"To what?" Lira asked.

"To the core of his dream."

He rose.

"Let's go wake Belphegor up."