“Wind, come!”

Seeing Roland brimming with killing intent, Dimensional Dream naturally didn’t dare slack off. He let out a loud shout. At once, the dozens of black cloud pillars stretching down from the dark sky turned into raging dark-cloud tornadoes, and wild winds swept across the land.

The dark-cloud tornadoes spun at high speed. The gale condensed into wind blades and slashed toward Roland. Each blade was four to five meters long, solid as steel. Every strike was enough to tear apart a heavily armored eighth-rank magical beast.

And that was only the wind blades formed by the dark-cloud tornadoes. If one faced the hurricane itself head-on, even a tenth-rank magical beast would likely be ripped to pieces by the storm.

Faced with the heaven-shaking wind blades, Roland waved a hand. Part of the magic array before him suddenly lit up with a brown glow, and a thick, towering stone wall over a hundred meters long burst from the ground.

The magic array stretched for a thousand meters, vast and boundless, and Roland was only using a fraction of its power.

Earth Oath: Guard!

Within this magic array, Roland could command the elements to construct magic at will. Whether it was beginner magic or a Forbidden Spell, as long as he wished it, it could be cast in an instant. This magic array was also known as the Gibud Elemental Array, a long-lost supreme magical art.

The wind blades that seemed able to cut through steel struck the stone wall, yet only left pale marks on its surface.

Dozens of dark-cloud tornadoes advanced at once. Before those violent twisters that seemed to reach the sky, that majestic wall over ten meters tall still looked a little too small.

The high-speed winds kicked up dust everywhere. Tiny grains of sand, driven by the storm, scraped and battered the stone wall. Soon, the wall began wearing away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“One last chance. Submit to me, and I won’t lay a hand on those two women!” Dimensional Dream’s aura surged to the heavens, his voice rolling through the entire dreamscape.

“Ice, come.”

Roland only spoke two calm words. The thousand-meter-wide Gibud Elemental Array suddenly blazed to life. A radiant beam pierced heaven and earth, and a wave of extreme cold spread out, as if an ice age had descended.

Roland casually waved his hand. A freezing current mixed with snow and frost roared out, swiftly sweeping across the dozens of dark-cloud tornadoes.

Those rapidly spinning hurricanes were actually frozen like liquid, turning into dozens of gigantic ice sculptures of storms. If one looked closely, they could see the wind element still slowly flowing beneath the ice.

After sweeping past the hurricanes, that freezing current shot straight toward the towering black-water tsunami in the distance.

Dimensional Dream was horrified. He immediately made a grabbing motion, and the black-water tsunami in the distance sped up at once. The river surged, the furious waves rolled wildly, and the crashing roar was immense, like thunder, or like some ancient savage beast charging over.

But the moment that icy current collided with the black-water tsunami, frost began forming over the thousand-meter-tall world-ending wave.

The frost spread at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, the billions of tons of tsunami turned into a single massive block of solid ice.

Dimensional Dream’s face was full of shock. That was a Calamity Tsunami powerful enough to rival a water-element Forbidden Spell! Every drop of black water contained enormous magic power and weighed as much as a thousand jin. That colossal tsunami, formed from who knew how much black water, was enough to wipe out a prosperous city.

To freeze a disaster like that into an ice sculpture... only the continent’s top ice mages could do something like that, right?

But Roland didn’t look anything like those famous veteran ice mages. At first, Dimensional Dream had thought Roland was, at most, only as strong as a Senior Mage. Roland was just too young. Which of those Sages and Grand Sages hadn’t lived for at least half a lifetime? A mage as young as Roland yet this powerful—there were barely a few on the entire continent.

“Forget it. Looks like I won’t be getting what I want this time. But remember this—one day, I’ll come for you again!”

Retreat rose in Dimensional Dream’s heart. If Roland could freeze both hurricanes and a tsunami into ice, who knew what other tricks he still had? He might be able to control dreams, but if the dreamer was too strong, it was entirely possible for him to be killed in return.

He was Grand Sage level, but because he had indulged in lust for years, his strength had stagnated. He had even shown signs of slipping in realm from overexerting himself.

He made up his mind. Once he got back, he would cultivate properly. Then, on a good day, he’d kidnap Roland, that pretty little guy, and tame him into submission.

“You think you can run?” Roland let out a cold laugh. He raised both hands in the air as if lifting something. The ground beneath Dimensional Dream rumbled violently, magma kept bursting out, and in an instant it turned into a sea of scarlet flames.

A huge suction force came from the vortex in the fire sea. Dimensional Dream tried in terror to teleport away, only to find that not only could he not escape, his body was also being dragged downward by that pulling force. He was about to fall into the flames.

“Y-you-you... what did you do?!” Dimensional Dream roared at Roland while struggling.

“The magic array has absolute binding power. Even if you’re the ruler of this dream, it won’t help,” Roland replied.

Dimensional Dream frantically unleashed spell after spell at Roland. But before the magic could even reach him, several huge, majestic fire dragons flew out of the sea of flames below and forcibly swallowed every last spell.

Dimensional Dream despaired. By now, he was only twenty meters above the fire sea. His vision was filled with blinding red. Heat waves swept over his whole body, as if all the moisture in him were being steamed dry.

“I... I can tell you intelligence about the Church of Annihilation!”

With cracked lips parted, Dimensional Dream shouted in a hoarse voice.

Roland suddenly raised a brow. Dimensional Dream immediately looked like he had grabbed a lifeline and hurriedly said, “I can tell you everything about the Church of Annihilation. I can even tell you where they’re located. Just spare me!”

“Oh, right. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would’ve forgotten.”

Dimensional Dream was overjoyed inside. If he survived this, he would definitely cultivate properly afterward so he could take revenge on Roland one day.

When that time came, he would definitely train Roland into his plaything. He’d toy with him right in front of his girlfriend. Then he’d sell his girlfriend to a brothel and make Roland watch as countless people played with her. Then he’d make the two of them be played with together by countless people!

Just thinking about it made Dimensional Dream tremble with excitement.

But what Roland did next made his heart sink straight to the bottom.

Roland patted his forehead. A translucent magic array the size of a plate appeared in his hand, and two transparent tentacles extended from it.

The tentacles rapidly lengthened and poked into Dimensional Dream’s head, yet there was no bleeding and no wound on his skull.

Dimensional Dream only felt as if his brain were being stirred into mush. His mind turned upside down, and for a moment he couldn’t even think, because all kinds of distant memories resurfaced before his eyes.

The two transparent tentacles glowed with a milky white light as they rapidly copied the memories of Dimensional Dream’s entire life, storing them inside the transparent array in Roland’s hand.

Only after the two tentacles withdrew from Dimensional Dream’s head did that feeling gradually fade. Dizzy-eyed, he looked at Roland and spoke in an extremely weak voice.

“What... did you do... to me...?”

The two tentacles returned to the illusory magic array. And after storing Dimensional Dream’s memories, the array was no longer translucent. It became solid, like a strangely shaped work of art.

“I used a little trick to copy your memories.” Roland put the round disk into his coat pocket. Since his coat had lost its storage function inside the dream, the pocket bulged noticeably after the disk was stuffed inside.

Dimensional Dream instantly turned ashen and began begging loudly. “Sir, sir, please spare me! I’m willing to turn over a new leaf and become a better person!”

“Too late.”

Roland lightly pressed a finger down. Dimensional Dream’s body was crushed as if by a force of a thousand catties and dropped straight into the vortex of flames.

With his cultivation, he could hold on for a while, but his final end was certain—he would be burned to ashes by the sea of fire.

Roland walked over to little Silva and crouched down. Tear tracks still remained on Silva’s cute face, and her eyes were red too. It was obvious she had been badly frightened just now. After all, she was still only a child and hadn’t retained her original memories like Yenoa had.

“Big bwother...” Little Silva threw herself straight into Roland’s arms and hugged him tightly.

Beside them, Yenoa stared at Roland with dead-fish eyes, her gaze full of displeasure and disgust.

Roland, on the other hand, was quite happy. He liked seeing Yenoa frustrated and annoyed the most.

“Waaah... Big bwother, that big bird just now was so scary!” Little Silva lifted her head, her little face still full of lingering fear.

“It’s okay now. Everything’s fine.” Roland gently patted her little head.

“Hey, that person’s dead.” Yenoa’s cold voice came from the side. Roland turned to look and found Dimensional Dream spinning with the vortex in the sea of fire, motionless. His body was being burned away bit by bit by the flames. He was clearly dead beyond doubt.

As Dimensional Dream died, the dreamscape gradually began to blur.

“We can finally get out.” Roland let out a long breath of relief.

“Roland.” Little Silva suddenly smiled.

“Hm?” Roland froze. Before he could react, he felt a soft, warm touch on his face.

At the very end of the dream, all Roland saw was little Silva’s smiling face.

...

Roland opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the luxurious main palace hall.

Only, Yenoa, who had been by his left hand, was nowhere to be seen. And Roland also felt a sharp pain in the fingers of his left hand. It was probably Yenoa’s little act of revenge.

As for his right hand, it was still interlocked finger by finger with Silva’s.

Roland followed that fair, tender arm with his gaze, and then he saw Silva smiling at him.

Onid was nowhere to be seen, and the Imperial Archmages had vanished as well. Only Blanche remained in the main hall, seated beside Silva, her face still full of lingering fear.

“Mother, can you let me have some time alone with Roland?”

Blanche froze for a moment, then smiled in understanding and left the main hall.

At last, only the two of them remained in the great hall.

Roland tried to pull his hand back, but Silva clearly had no such intention. Her grip was tight, leaving Roland no chance at all.

“I never thought you would come save me. The dream was full of danger. One wrong step, and you could lose your life. No one jokes around with their own life.”

Silva suddenly spoke. Her eyes were fixed on Roland, and both her expression and tone were more serious than ever before.

“So at the very end of the dream, after I remembered you, I made a decision...

“I, Silva Severola, will marry no one but you in this life!”