Chapter 158

I sat by the campfire, my brow furrowed, eyes filled with deep worry and confusion.

The air was thick with unease, as if time itself had frozen.

“You’ve been acting weird since you woke up,” Kurt’s voice broke the silence, his eyes full of curiosity.

I realized my behavior was indeed off and decided to share what had just happened, hoping he could provide some answers.

“You mean you had a really weird dream, but it felt incredibly real?” Kurt asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

I nodded, trying to appear calm, but the panic inside me was hard to hide.

Kurt initially thought I was joking, but seeing my pale face, he started to believe me.

His expression turned serious, and he asked with concern, “How about I help you inside to rest?”

In his memory, I rarely had such episodes, and the fact that I hadn’t recovered yet made him worried.

I nodded, not wanting to seem weak, but knowing I needed his help.

Kurt tried to support me into the house but found me incredibly heavy, like someone about to faint.

He called out my name anxiously, “Kevin, Kevin!”

But my body was unusually weak, as if all my strength had been drained, and I couldn’t respond to Kurt. I could only feel my consciousness fading, everything around me spinning.

Kurt had no choice but to carry me on his back into the house. The girls inside saw him carrying me and immediately gathered around.

“What happened?” Mary asked urgently, her voice full of worry.

Kurt wanted to explain the dream I had mentioned but thought it sounded too absurd, so he said, “He was resting outside for a bit, and when he woke up, he was like this.”

“Emily, Emily,” Mary ran into another room to call Emily out.

Hearing something was wrong, Emily came out. Seeing my weak state, she quickly knelt down, placing two fingers gently on my wrist, concentrating on checking my condition.

The room’s atmosphere became extremely tense, everyone trying to stay quiet, afraid to disturb Emily.

Time ticked by, and Emily’s frown deepened.

A few minutes later, she took a deep breath and stood up.

“How is he?” Helen, who had come out, asked anxiously.

“He’s been poisoned,” Emily said with a heavy tone, her brow furrowed.

The news hit everyone like a bolt of lightning, leaving them shocked.

Emily explained, “There’s a deadly toxin in his body, not something that erupted suddenly, but something that’s been slowly eroding him.”

Her words made the already tense atmosphere even heavier.

Helen, tears in her eyes, gripped my hand tightly and asked worriedly, “What do we do now? How can we save him?”

Emily thought for a moment and then said, “I need to go back and check some references to find a way to save him.”

Mary immediately stood up, “I’ll go with you.”

Emily nodded. The two of them headed to the pond, now facing the biggest problem: where was the entrance to the attic?

“Mossy Kappa,” Mary called out loudly.

Soon, Mossy Kappa emerged, asking, “Emily, Mary, what brings you here?”

“Mossy Kappa, do you know where the place we got sucked into last time is?” Mary asked urgently.

Mossy Kappa, sensing the urgency, thought for a moment and said, “I know the general area, but I’m not sure exactly how to get in.”

“That’s fine, just take us there,” Emily said.

Mossy Kappa nodded and said, “Follow me closely.”

Then he dove into the water. Emily and Mary exchanged a glance and followed him in.

Back in the room, the tension grew. Everyone was worried about my life, praying for Emily and Mary to return quickly.

Kurt was pacing anxiously, having no idea how to deal with the poisoning.

Even Emily couldn’t identify the toxin, so he certainly couldn’t.

Though weak, I understood the situation and felt sad that I couldn’t comfort them.

I lay down and closed my eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

Helen watched me with concern, seeing my eyes closed and brow furrowed, as if battling some deep inner mystery.

She wanted to wake me but found she couldn’t.

At that moment, I entered the dream again.

In the dream, the blurry figure was always there, like a persistent fog, making me both confused and curious.

This time, I saw her clearly, dressed in white, holding a long sword, dancing gracefully. Each movement seemed to leave a deep impression on my heart.

A loud noise exploded in my mind, as if opening a door to forgotten memories.

My body trembled uncontrollably, a chill running from my feet to my head.

I suddenly opened my eyes to see Emily standing in front of me, looking worried.

In my daze, Emily’s figure overlapped with the one from my dream.

Seeing me awake, Emily said sadly, “It’s all my fault.”

I knew she must have failed to find a solution, which made her so upset.

Seeing me not responding but staring at her, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

I hesitated, unsure if I should share my guess with Emily, as it sounded too absurd.

But eventually, I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you know how to use a sword?” My voice was very soft, but Emily heard it.

She was slightly taken aback, then gently shook her head.

“No, no one ever taught me.”

Even in her sadness, Emily didn’t find my strange question odd.

Hearing her answer, I couldn’t help but feel relieved.

“Good, it’s not her,” I thought to myself.

Looking at the others, I saw their sad eyes, filled with sorrow.

“Where’s Helen?” I asked, not seeing her around.

“Helen went out to make you some food,” Mary replied.

In reality, Helen had seen Emily and Mary return empty-handed and, feeling too sad, had gone out to cry, not wanting to affect everyone’s mood.

I frowned, guessing Helen was hiding somewhere crying.

“I want to see her,” I said.

Mary nodded and went out.

Soon, Mary returned with Helen.

Helen entered with her head down, not wanting me to see her emotions.

“Why are you hiding? Come here and hug me,” I said.

Helen looked up with tear-stained eyes, seeing me weakly reaching out to her.

In that moment, Helen’s tears flowed uncontrollably.

She gently lay down, wrapping her arms around me tenderly.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said sadly.

I patted her back gently, comforting her, “I won’t. Don’t you know who I am?”

But even I wasn’t sure if I could survive this time.

I couldn’t bear to see Helen cry.

Hearing my comfort, Helen’s sadness eased a bit.

As night fell, Helen had fallen asleep beside me, but I lay on the straw, unable to sleep.

I tried closing my eyes, hoping to enter the dream again and find more clues. But no matter how hard I tried, the dream didn’t return.

“Dinner’s ready,” Mary’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

Mary carefully brought over a bowl of soup.

I put a finger to my lips, signaling Helen was asleep.

Mary nodded, placing the wooden bowl gently in front of me.

Seeing my pale, weak state, her nose tingled with emotion.

I looked at the bowl, the meat inside cooked until tender, showing Mary had spent a lot of time on it.

A warm feeling surged in my heart.

I knew, no matter how complex the mystery in my dream, with these friends by my side, I was not alone in this fight.