291: The obsession of the previous life

Chapter 290: The Obsession of the Previous Life

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Two hours later, Dick slowly opened his eyes.

"Master..."

Anberer'er slowly emerged from Dick's forehead, her face flushed, looking as if she had just experienced something unspeakable.

Opening his calm eyes, Dick looked at Anberer'er and shook his head, saying, "Still need to practice."

"Yes... yes, Master, you are too strong. I did this and that, but you remained unmoved, just like an ascetic monk without desires..."

Dick sneered, not agreeing with Anberer'er's statement.

Ascetic monks?

Do those numb and indifferent fools deserve to be compared with me?

Then again, the dreams Anberer'er created were indeed immature. Although the script she prepared was exciting, there was still a considerable distance from excellence.

In just two hours, Dick experienced more than a dozen dreams infinitely close to reality, and Anberer'er played more than a dozen different roles.

Sometimes, she was a voluptuous and beautiful noblewoman, encountering Dick at a ball...

Sometimes, she was a mature and charming teacher, giving Dick a lesson in the classroom...

Sometimes, she was a heroic and valiant knight, having a heart-to-heart talk with Dick in a military tent...

The character portrayals were full enough, and the plot could be captivating, but it lacked a touch of realism, looking more like a rough guy's fantasy before alcohol poisoning.

Impractical!

True beautiful dreams are often simple and unadorned, and true moving moments are often just some unintentional daily moments.

"Anberer'er, the dreams you create should be more aligned with reality, more targeted, and cater to his preferences!"

Listening to Dick's lecture, Anberer'er blinked and couldn't help but say, "But Master, I... I don't understand you. I don't know what type of woman you like..."

This was the most crucial point. Anberer'er couldn't create beautiful dreams based on Dick's preferences. She didn't understand Dick's past and could only try according to the preferences of ordinary men.

But precisely, Dick was not an ordinary man at all.

Did Dick really like those stunningly beautiful, hot-bodied, and voluptuous women?

Hearing this, Dick fell silent. After a while, he slowly spoke, "The type I like is very ordinary, just... a virtuous wife and loving mother."

"Someone else's wife? Master, you actually have a fetish for stealing someone else's love! Then I know how to write the script..."

So that's it. Anberer'er understood. Dick was a Cao thief!

"Don't talk nonsense," Dick glanced at Anberer'er irritably and said flatly, "I don't like second-hand goods. The virtuous wife and loving mother I'm talking about... is just ordinary, commonplace, plain..."

Dick fell into reminiscence. That was his previous life not long ago, where he and Isurna, after becoming the strongest, retired from the world stage early and lived in seclusion on the remote East De Continent.

The two of them didn't have children, didn't socialize, didn't fight for fame or fortune, but just lived a simple life on the edge of the world, working from sunrise to sunset every day.

This was one of Dick's attempts.

He believed that as long as he chose to lie flat, not conquer the world, slay gods and subdue demons, annihilate time and space... perhaps he could have a good end once.

After ninety-eight consecutive lives of not dying well, a good end had become Dick's obsession. He wanted to see if he could successfully die of old age just once!

Then... then Dick was killed by Isurna on the bed, completely breaking his defense.

But no matter what, Dick always missed the life of his previous life. As a wife, Isurna was absolutely the best in the world.

Even when she wore the plainest linen clothes, without any makeup on her face, and without any gold or silver jewelry on her body, she was far superior to those heavily made-up enchantresses.

Just seeing Isurna standing there, Dick wanted to lie on her lap pillow and listen to her humming lullabies to fall asleep. It was an irresistible attraction.

Starting from the sixty-sixth life, Isurna had always been Dick's wife, always trustworthy. No matter what happened, she had never backstabbed him once.

This was also why Dick had such a huge reaction to Isurna's backstab and hadn't let go until now.

And more importantly, her backstab... was simply unreasonable, seriously illogical. Dick still hadn't figured out why.

To be precise, Dick couldn't find Isurna's motive for backstabbing him at all, yet the backstab truly happened.

This was a creepy sense of disconnect.

Isurna loved him very deeply, to the point of being unable to extricate herself. With her personality, she would rather die than kill him.

Dick wouldn't overthink things he couldn't understand. In this life, he had a chance to become invincible. Using the strongest demon king system System, perhaps he could figure out the truth of the previous life.

Dick swore that he must tear through the river of time and space, return to the previous life, and question Isurna face-to-face about why she backstabbed him!

Suddenly, a white floral dress appeared in front of Dick. Anberer'er changed her clothes, and at the same time, her hairstyle changed, becoming a waist-length hime cut with bangs.

Dick's pupils contracted, his throat felt dry, and he quickly frowned, saying, "What are you doing?"

"Master, when I invaded your brain, I captured a wisp of your memory fragment. It was a very blurry female figure, and she looked like this..."

Before Anberer'er could finish speaking, Dick waved his hand and interrupted, "Change back immediately."

"Oh..."

Anberer'er responded, and quickly changed back to her original thick bangs and big waves, while also muttering softly, "I... I thought you would like it..."

"Don't change like that again in the future. Your figure is not suitable for this style."

Dick glanced at Anberer'er's chest. Since evolving into a Nightmare, her figure had become extremely imposing, even comparable to Cecilia's.

"Also, invade Donald's brain from now on. I will use Soul Touch to guide you inside."

Hearing Dick's arrangement, Anberer'er instantly showed visible reluctance. She still had hundreds of scripts to do something suggestive with Dick.

Seeing Anberer'er's crestfallen face, Dick smiled again, "Of course, if you make progress, I can give you some rewards."

As soon as she heard about rewards, Anberer'er immediately thought of the scene where Alice came earlier to ask for a reward.

"Also, I can ask for anything?"

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Looking at the expectant Anberer'er, Dick nodded gently, "Yes, just like Alice, you can ask for any reward you want."

When answering, Dick specifically emphasized "just like Alice," making Anberer'er fall into endless fantasies, her anticipation growing even stronger.

Meanwhile, Dick was a bit speechless. The women around him, including the female ghost, were all the same...

Speaking of this kind of thing, shouldn't the man's side be more eager?

But thinking about it, the desire for this kind of thing comes from procreating, and coincidentally, Dick avoids it like the plague, so naturally, his desire is low.