"My dream is collapsing!"
Although it was his most important secret, the uncle in front of him knew about it, so after hesitating for just a moment, Wayne, who was troubled by this, chose to reveal the difficulties he was currently facing.
"Hmm, just as expected."
When Noah heard about his grandnephew’s dream changes, he displayed an understanding expression, as if unsurprised, and nodded lightly.
According to Wayne’s description, his dream has become extremely dangerous. Originally, no matter what he experienced in the dream, even death, it wouldn’t affect reality. Any negative damage he endured in the dream wouldn’t carry over to the real world.
He would only gain combat experience from the dream and could acquire some of the power from the monsters he killed, thereby strengthening his body in reality.
But now he felt the threat of death in the dream, and the damage he suffered in the dream actually fed back to reality, making the dream no longer safe for him.
He dared not attempt to discover what would happen if he received fatal damage in the dream and what his body in reality would suffer. Although in the dream, he possessed power equal to his real self, there weren’t many dream monsters that could harm him. However, the master of the dream realm had also become extremely dangerous, giving him the feeling that he could be killed at any moment.
"Uncle, do you know the reason?"
Even facing a majestic dragon head as impressive as the Sun, the well-acquainted Wayne detected Noah’s change in expression and immediately asked.
"I probably know what’s going on."
"Please, Uncle, do tell the reason. I’ve been feeling uneasy all this time, always with a sense of panic and an ominous premonition that a terrifying disaster is about to befall."
Wayne respectfully inquired.
"Your premonition is quite accurate. You are indeed about to have disastrous luck."
Noah spoke with a smiling face.
"Disastrous luck? My dream originates from our family’s ancestor, could it be?"
From Noah’s change in expression, Wayne reached a dreadful conclusion. In fact, he had long held such suspicions, only he didn’t dare confirm them.
He knew the origin of his dream; it wasn’t something born out of nothing. It was precisely because he possessed the bloodline of the Augustus family that he could have such a miraculous experience.
Since the dream had undergone such startling changes, it also meant the existence supporting the creation of the dream had undergone great changes, which was the most reasonable explanation.
"Smart, your ancestor has encountered a small problem, hence your dream has been disrupted, causing such changes."
Noah spoke in a light tone, but no matter how casual the tone, it could not hide the seriousness of this matter, as the Demon King ruling the undead kingdom immediately changed his expression.
"Uncle, what happened to the ancestor? Is there anything I can do to help?"
Wayne’s expression instantly became tense. He couldn’t help caring about this issue, whether because of family ties or personal interest. He had to admit that his achievements today were inseparable from the family ancestor’s influence.
Otherwise, as a Tifflin by birth, he might still be struggling in some dark corner, perhaps living well, but never entitled to bear the honorable Augustus surname.
"It’s good that you have the heart for it, but as for helping, even I can’t help, so it’s not your turn."
While acknowledging his grandnephew’s intentions, Noah also dealt a blow. When his grandnephew’s face turned a little unsightly, Noah continued,
"With your current strength, you don’t have the right to know, since knowing is of no use. But since you are directly affected,
so you can learn a bit about the situation. At the very least, if something happens, you can be mentally prepared and won’t be utterly bewildered."
"Please, Uncle, do tell. I promise not to reveal a word of this outside."
Noah spoke plainly, not playing games with his grandnephew.
If he played riddles, leaving his grandnephew to brainstorm and imagine wildly, who knows what might happen. Wayne was, after all, carrying the hell bloodline uplift that the entire family should have received.
In some ways, this grandnephew was the perfect vessel for hell’s will, of course, only within the Material Realm.
Already having a bad premonition, Wayne’s face turned extremely unsightly at once.
He now knew the reason, but even knowing it, what preventive measures could he take? Even if he provoked a Divine, in the Material Realm, the means a Divine could use against him were quite limited, yet facing hell’s will, his only dignified point would be knowing how he perished when the time came.
"Don’t worry too much. Someone is already working to solve the problem, but you should also be prepared in advance. If you feel any discomfort, contact me immediately."
"Uncle, what do you think will happen to me?"
If he had a choice, Wayne would rather oppose a True God. That would be preferable to facing a hellish threat.
Hell’s will is neither an individual entity nor possesses self-awareness. The only way to eliminate it is simple.
That is to completely destroy Hell, annihilating all its layers materially and exterminating all Devils in the Transcendent realm, ensuring they have no chance of resurrection. Thus, hell’s will would dissipate, lacking any foundation for existence.