Chapter 282: Plot Twist (Part 2)

Cat Getan, a morning that was still neither sunny nor warm. Bruce, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by Alfred.

He narrowed his eyes in pain, feeling dizzy. Alfred stood by the door and said to him, "Young Master. I am very sorry to disturb you so early, but there is a phone call for you, and it seems very urgent..."

"... Whose call?"

"It is from Professor Schiller."

"Tell him I will return the call immediately." Bruce's voice was hoarse to the extreme. Clearly, this overly complex and thrilling dream had consumed all his energy.

He sat on the edge of the bed and tried hard to recall the previous dream. Accompanying the headache was a feeling of relief.

Bruce had never experienced this feeling before. He thought it was just a fleeting illusion, but he sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, the headache remained, and this feeling also remained.

If one had to use a metaphor, it was like a child born with sandbags. He didn't think there was anything wrong with the sandbags, and he was already used to carrying them forward. But one day, the sandbags suddenly disappeared, and that feeling of lightness made him feel very uncomfortable.

Bruce's current feeling was light-headed, his body had a long-lost feeling of relaxation, but his head still hurt a lot.

He had to stand up from the edge of the bed and walk to the washroom. Just as he was about to lower his head, he suddenly stiffened.

The terrifying memories remaining in the dream made him very uncomfortable, but in the end, he still bent down groggily and washed his face with cold water, and no terrifying clown appeared behind him.

The cold water made Bruce a little clearer. He walked out of the washroom and went downstairs. Alfred handed him a cup of hot milk. After Bruce took the milk, he said to him, "Thank you."

While drinking the milk, he walked to the phone and dialed Schiller. After the call went through, Schiller's voice appeared on the other end. Bruce said, "What's wrong? Professor? Is there something?"

"To celebrate your great victory in last night's dream, I have prepared a gift for you. Come to my office to get it after class today."

"A gift?" Bruce's somewhat sluggish brain suddenly began to run at high speed. He had an extremely bad premonition, just like hearing that crazy person wearing clown makeup say he wanted to prepare a big surprise for him.

"Do you think I am that crazy person who wants to prepare a surprise for you? Of course not. I am just an ordinary person and don't have the leisure to prepare any bombing cases. This is a real gift. You can come and see for yourself..."

Bruce closed his eyes and covered his forehead with his hand. Just as he was about to refuse Schiller's kindness, the phone hung up.

Alfred saw Bruce's somewhat stiff expression and asked with concern, "Young Master, what's wrong? Does your professor have something important?"

"Um..." Bruce felt it was hard to explain, but he didn't want to lie to Alfred, so he said, "Because my grades have improved a bit, my professor prepared a gift for me, but..."

Just as he said this, he saw Alfred's eyebrows lift up, turning into a curved shape, and his eyes narrowed. Clearly very happy, Alfred said in a light tone, "Really? That's great. When the Master was here, he was very worried about your future grades. He often said that when he was young, he was mischievous and his grades were bad, worrying that his son would be like him..."

"If you can get the professor's praise, that would be great. Professor Schiller also prepared a gift for you?"

Alfred turned around, put down the tray, and said, "If you don't prepare a return gift, that would be too impolite. I'll go see what suitable things can be given to a professor. Let me think... I remember a collector's edition of 'Hamlet', that should be good..."

As he spoke, Alfred walked quickly up the stairs. Bruce had not seen Alfred in such high spirits for a long time. With his belly full of suspicions suppressed, Bruce could only resign himself to his fate, walk out of the manor, and drive to Cat Getan University.

There was nothing to say about the morning classes, but this rather leisurely campus time actually made Bruce feel a trace of relaxation. In the past, he had never had this emotion. Wasting time always made him feel guilty, but today, he actually listened to most of the theoretical definitions Schiller talked about.

After class, Bruce originally wanted to follow Schiller directly to his office, but Yin Wensi came to him again to discuss club matters.

Before, Cat Getan was frozen and Cat Getan University was closed for a long time, so club work had not made any progress. Now that the club's biggest sponsor, Bruce, had returned to school, the students of the Psychology Club surrounded him, and Bruce could only deal with them one by one.

After dealing with these things, Bruce finally had time to walk to Schiller's office. After arriving at the office, he found that there was only Schiller in the office. He didn't even need to knock on the door, and Schiller smiled and said to him, "Please come in."

This enthusiasm made Bruce break out in a cold sweat on his back. He felt that his bad premonition was about to come true.

When Bruce walked to Schiller's desk, Schiller clapped his hands and said, "Your performance was truly wonderful, it simply made me..."

《Fairy Wood Romance》

"Professor, what is the gift you mentioned?"

Bruce's stiffness was already written on his face. He scanned every corner of the room with his eyes, like a bomb disposal expert about to face a bomb. Schiller comforted him, "Don't be nervous, there are no bombs."

"Then..."

Just as Bruce was about to speak, Schiller stood up from his chair, then bent down and hugged a... little girl from the side of the desk blocked by the cabinet.

Bruce widened his eyes. Schiller held the little girl's armpits with both hands, like holding a pet dog, and showed her to Bruce, saying, "This is the gift. How about it? Do you like it?"

Bruce opened his eyes wide. He hadn't made such a large expression for a long time, so his entire facial muscles appeared very stiff.

It was no wonder he was so shocked, because the little girl Schiller was holding looked at least 80% like him.

That was a little girl of about three or four years old, with black hair and blue eyes, and she couldn't be said to be completely different from Bruce, but could only be said to be exactly the same.

"You should still remember the battle yesterday, right?"

Bruce nodded very stiffly. His gaze could not move away from the little girl's face from beginning to end.

"The monster that hatched from the Laughing Egg was erased by you using your own willpower and the willpower of the Gray Lantern Ring. But did you forget another existence?"

"Who..."

"Parallax, that is the Yellow Lantern Beast that entered your body and helped you trick that monster at the last moment."

"When you erased the monster in the eggshell, it wanted to drag you to perish together, thus shaking your entire consciousness space. Parallax would be harmed within your consciousness space. In order to avoid the harm brought by the dream collapse, it drilled into the eggshell that hatched the monster..."

"Then, it drifted into my Mind Palace along with the turbulence of the dream. At that time, the dream space had completely collapsed, so I took everyone back to reality, but... this process of returning somewhat exceeded my expectations."

"What do you mean?" Bruce suddenly had a trace of realization.

"When the Gray Lantern Ring was created by me, it was indeed just to let you superimpose willpower to defeat that monster. But what I didn't expect was that when it returned to my hand, it produced some different functions..."

"For example?"

"For example, turning my willpower into reality."

Before Bruce could continue to ask, Schiller explained, "In order to let the others who entered the dream space to fight return to reality, I said 'Return to reality'. But at that time, I was carrying the Gray Lantern Ring at maximum power, so some things that shouldn't have appeared in reality were also materialized in reality..."

Schiller and Bruce's gazes fell on the little girl together. Schiller said, "... That is the Yellow Lantern Beast, Parallax."

"Theoretically speaking, Lantern Beasts have no physical form. They must possess a person's body to act."

"But I don't know if the power of the Lantern Ring exceeded imagination, or if its own desire for a physical form was too strong. In short, after I said that sentence while carrying the Lantern Ring, not only did the consciousness of the other few people return to the real world, but so did it..."

Bruce reached out his hand to cover his eyes, took a deep breath, and then said, "But why does she look so much like me?"

"I speculate that this might be because it drilled into the eggshell that hatched the monster in order to avoid the harm of the dream collapse..."

"You must know that you and that embryo are two sides of the same body. That is to say, you are him, and he is you. That eggshell became the basis for Parallax's body in the real world, so..."

Bruce reached out a hand and said, "Alright, taking a step back, but why is it a little girl?"

"You might not believe it, but this Lantern Beast seems to think it is a female..."

The muscles on Bruce's face began to twitch. Schiller shrugged and said, "You don't need to probe the principle too much, because things are already irreparable. Do you have a way to stuff her back in? Anyway, I don't."

Schiller put the little girl on his desk, let her step on the desktop with her feet, and then Schiller supported her hands, letting her walk forward two steps, approaching Bruce. Schiller said, "I can see that your whole body is written with refusal, but the problem now is, if you let her run around on the street, within ten minutes, the news that you abandoned your illegitimate daughter will be on the news..."

Bruce stared at the little girl's face. He had to admit that Schiller was right, because except for the different gender, this little girl looked almost exactly like him. If someone said this was his illegitimate daughter, Bruce had no room for refutation, because they looked really too much alike.

"From an ethical relationship, she is indeed your daughter, because she hatched from your dream. It can also be said that you gave birth to her. The blood relationship between you two is even closer than father and daughter. She not only possesses the same body as you, but even possesses a soul similar to yours..."

"Is her soul not Parallax's?"

"This is hard to explain..." Schiller pushed his glasses and said, "The Yellow Lantern Beast Parallax is an ancient creature representing fear. Before this, it was indeed like this. But when it longed for a physical form and realized this dream, its life form underwent some changes."

"At least for now, its soul and body are completely coordinated. It is not that Parallax's soul entered a human body, but that the two constitute a new life."

"Once the barrier between dream and reality is broken, then anything can happen. Some things in the dream that don't follow logic, when materialized in reality, must conform to some rules of reality. You can understand it as a kind of 'transcoding'. In the process of being transcoded, Parallax really became a human... at least looks like a human."

"Looks like..."

Before Bruce finished speaking, he saw the little girl in front of him grin, revealing a smile, but this smile was really terrifying, because in her grinning mouth, there were two rows of sharp fangs. ===== CHAPTER 283 =====