The Greece Antagonist

Until a pair of fair arms pulled him into the embrace, offering a gentle hug.

"You're back?"

The melodious voice arrived, with silver long hair, purple eyes, and that distinctive aura of the battlefield goddess, making Luo En momentarily dazed.

Sister Ya...

Luo En murmured softly, watching the female War God automatically disarming and disrobing in front of him, his gaze slowly becoming somewhat dazed.

He hadn't returned to his former homeland, his once home, for a long time.

However, as the Goddess of Wisdom proactively lay on the verdant grass and shyly closed her eyes, a strange sense of discord lingered in Luo En's heart.

Didn't she like being on top?

In an instant, Luo En's spirit tightened, his initially dazed thoughts suddenly became clear.

No, wrong! It's a dream!

An illogical dream!

Though dreams are chaotic and disordered, since they reflect from reality, they must follow unique patterns.

In impression, the Goddess of Wisdom on War God Mountain was never someone with a gentle, water-like, passive personality.

Luo En outwardly responded without any noticeable changes, but internally he became alert, quietly scattering his Divine Will in silk-like threads towards the surroundings.

Moments later, he indeed searched within his own mental ocean for a silhouette quietly spying on him from the shadows.

Vivian?

Luo En's heart stirred, recalling this good student's self-declaration.

——A mixed blood with Dream Demon lineage.

In Celtic folklore, Dream Demons are unique elves, also known as Night Demons.

Legend states, they are extremely adept at manipulating dreams, using illusion techniques, appearing in men's dreams while they sleep, seducing human desires, thereby drawing nourishment from men's spirits and thoughts through the joy of human souls.

And in later generations' film and television works, they have another common name—Enchanting Demon!

Actually using the method of conjuring spring dreams to weaken my vigilance, intending to breach my psychological defenses.

Despicable!

Luo En cursed secretly, thinking of the mischievous disciple secretly enjoying the show within his spiritual world, his heart immediately stirred with overwhelming malice.

Want to play, huh?

I'll play with you to your heart's content!

Suddenly, Vivian in the darkness discovered, the once chaotic mental ocean, transformed into a solid mental imagery world.

Her silhouette also consequently lost its cover, exposed in a patch of wilderness.

Looking at the figure holding a lantern by the river, purple hair cascading down, face concealed by a veil, Vivian couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Who is this?

"Master, so you were here!"

Amidst the surprising cry, her newly acquainted mentor Merlin came rushing.

Master?

Vivian touched her own face, excitement flashing in her eyes.

So, the psychological defense is breached?

So soon? Turns out it's strong outside but weak inside.

Then, what's filling your mind, let me see!

Vivian discreetly integrated into the role, embraced her disciple, preparing to interact and perceive through spiritual resonance the stories belonging to this mental imagery world, belonging to the two.

However, once her right hand touched the soul consciousness in front, Vivian seemed to be struck by lightning, a scorching flame swept across her body, almost dispersing her rationality.

This is...

Vivian showed a horrified expression, involuntarily wanting to turn around and flee.

But her shoulder sunk, and she was directly knocked to the ground.

"Relax, no one will disturb us."

A light-hearted voice carried a hint of teasing, a certain disciple skillfully stripped off her master's exterior armor and began to physically embody the daily role of the jockey defying the master.

Suddenly, the storyline and images previously perceived through touch translated into various forms onto another actor.

The soul-stirring stimuli had Vivian drooling on the ground, missing the tears.

Are the relationships within the sect always this stimulating?

Forget it, endure it.

Endure past this scene, and it will be better.

Vivian consoled herself, striving to maintain rationality within the drama.

After an unknown amount of friendly exchanges between mentor and disciple, the story eventually culminated with a certain master letting out a high-pitched cry, rolling her eyes, and fainting away.

Once Vivian recovered from the mental blank state, she suddenly found, the scene before her had changed.

She wore an elegant white long gown, holding a book, situated within a massive library.

At that moment, the role she embodied was called Muse, seemingly a goddess managing books and spreading knowledge.

Around her, there were eight sisters just like her, born from her own soul, collectively participating in the drama.

Looking at the ancient bookshelves before her, the nine Vivians licked their lips excitedly.

Chosen the right place this time, let me see what's in the books.

Just as Vivian wished to reach out and take a book, her body uncontrollably moved towards behind the bookshelf.

There, the owner of this dream laid down the book in hand, skillfully stripped off the toga robe, and fought with the nine Muses.

Instantly, nine different sensations swept into Vivian's brain, making the Lake Fairy's brain seem to have turned into a muddled slurry.

With nine high-pitched laments, the nine female actors transformed into starry purple lights, retreating from the scene before.

After an unknown period, Vivian finally gathered a shred of rationality, struggling to rise and examine her surroundings.

What met her eyes was a bronze chariot speeding along.

And she lay reclining in the chariot covered with animal skins, her scattered golden hair flowing over her shoulders, her lily-white arms pressing downwards on the "Fierce Horse," bizarrely scripted lines involuntarily came from her mouth: