I Like This Dream!

Anna Sullivan is not much different from the first time we met, she is still the same thin and small look. Lance looked at her, trying his best to suppress the joy in his heart that his great revenge had been avenged. It was this thin girl who negated his efforts time and time again, even deceiving the gods.

It's always the case, this loser gets what Lance can't get despite all his efforts. She was born in the right place. As the only young lady in the Sullivan family, even if she was frail, lonely and timid, as long as she could still breathe she could enjoy blessings, status, fame and wealth that Lance could not even imagine. With the same surname of Sullivan, there is a huge gap between the two, like a carelessly raised dog and a canary holding the moon.

So he stopped comparing and increasingly devoted his attention to the Light Sect that his mother had talked about countless times. In the secular world, you are the future head of the family, and I am a humble sideline, but in the kingdom of God, how can you secular people compare with the pious me? As his faith became stronger day by day, Lance began to gain a sense of superiority in the food, clothing, housing and transportation that he was inferior to others, because God said to be temperate, and what those people enjoyed was only proof of their depravity. On the day of judgment after death, the ignorant devil who only knows how to enjoy will cry bitterly for everything he has done. As for Lance, he was determined to kill his relatives out of justice. When these relatives with the same surname but living different lives were wailing in the fire, he would go to the side and recite the Sutra of Penitence.

This idea reached its peak when he was sent to St. Andrew's Theological Seminary. Lance began to believe that he was chosen by God, and that everything he experienced in the Sullivan family was a test of God's choice. Because of his piety, he was allowed to receive baptism from the seminary (a reward that only devout quasi-priests can receive), and then he transformed into alpha and gained powerful ice powers. This series of getting his wish also made the Sullivan family pay more and more attention to him, so what? Lance sneered inwardly at the flattery over there. He felt as if he had been reborn. He was no longer a poor Sullivan branch who needed to be looked up to, but the Lord's spokesperson on earth and a candidate apprentice of the shepherd.

Until Anna Sullivan appeared again.

She transferred to the academy under the spotlight, and just that face and last name made Lance feel stuck in his throat. He was ashamed to associate with such a vulgar sinner, and was eager to educate her so that others could know that they were not the same person. Or better yet, let this once proud man bow his head and convert. However, every time Lance wants to educate this sinner who does not understand the situation, her cunning and ferocity will disrupt Lance's plan.

His plan was not in fact a failure. Anxu was isolated, whipped, and imprisoned. It seemed to his companions that Lance had always had the upper hand, but only Lance himself knew that this was not the case. Look at her! Look at this crazy woman who doesn't care! He could tell from her boring eyes and peaceful face that Anna had not been punished as she should have been. Lance had spent too long in resentment, and he could smell the pain, and such a shadow was reflected in Anna. Not even a trace could be found on him. How can a painless punishment be called punishment?

Anna's indifferent attitude made him even more angry. Lance hated her for not caring about the things he was afraid of, as if he hated her for leaving good things in the bowl that he couldn't eat when she was young. Receiving God's favor was the last straw. Lance couldn't sleep for two nights after learning the news, and after Anna successfully sang the prayer of mercy, he dropped everything in the room to the floor hysterically. It's so unfair. If even God's favor falls on that person, what's left for Lance?

Lance didn't bother Anna anymore. He wasn't stupid, but he knew he couldn't avoid her. Anna Sullivan has become Lance's inner demon. She is always with him. If she cannot be solved, she will be with him for the rest of his life.

He suppressed his ecstasy and hatred and stared at the God's Favored One who fell in front of him, half-body covered in blood. The girl suddenly raised her head and glanced at him.

She smiled and actually laughed out loud.

Lance felt his scalp numb, as if there was an electric current rising from his feet, which made his hair stand on end in shock. Am I afraid? ! He thought angrily, how could I be afraid of her? No no, I...

He turned his head and looked around, and suddenly found strange expressions on the faces of the onlookers. Just now, they were watching the battle seriously, making the sign of the cross from time to time. It was a solemn occasion no matter what, but now everyone's face had a weird twist, as if they were... smiling, a smile that was exactly the same as Anna Sullivan's.

God's favored one.

The word suddenly rang in his mind, as if someone was whispering to Lance, making him shiver. God's favored one, various rumors are whispering in my ears. They say that God's favored person can make enemies surrender, make everyone who sees him feel happy, and can subdue strange beasts... God's favored person, the implementation of the gods' will. Walker, believers are born to surrender to such people... Is this the power of God's favored ones? Lance looked around hesitantly, feeling that he was alone and helpless for a moment, and his hatred almost lost to the unbreakable faith in his heart.

If he hadn't seen the ice crystals that hadn't fallen to the ground yet.

The next round of ice blades that he didn't have time to throw were like mirrors, reflecting Lance's image at this time. He saw that his hair was standing on end. His hair was like a candle in the sky and did not fall down even if it shook. It was fluffy and plump, and he looked like a clown. Now Lance remembered Anna's power, lightning, the lightning that killed the Sullivan family. The numbness on my scalp just now was not due to fear, it was simply due to being touched by electricity!

Lance breathed a sigh of relief, then became furious and furious. Kill her, destroy her! Only in this way can the devil that haunts him be killed! The next round of ice blades made Anna kneel to the ground. Lance showed a hideous smile and said: The next step is the right hand, the right foot, a pair of eyes and a tongue. This is how His Excellency Saint James sacrificed himself. Given to God, the favored ones should imitate that saint and complete this holy act through the hands of the winner during the pointing ceremony. How admirable.”

The beloved one who was kneeling on the ground raised her head again. She supported the ground with her only right hand, and her face finally no longer looked carefree. Lance watched with satisfaction as her eyes burned with rage, the ecstasy of finally becoming the victor making it almost impossible for him to think. He didn't have time to think about the fact that the opponent wearing the Lock of God's Punishment could actually discharge electricity (even if it could only make people's hair stand on end). Lance was already eighteen years old and was about to graduate. How could he miss the last chance?

What's more, Anna hasn't said anything back since just now. Thinking about it this way, doesn't it mean that the failure to punish Lance for so long just shows that the ability of the God's Favorite is nothing more than this?

Beg for mercy! Lance sneered, If you can ask for my forgiveness, all you may lose is your hands and tongue.

The fly always thinks that the owner doesn't kill it in a clean house because the owner is afraid of it.

If there were survivors who had faced An Xu directly on the night of the Sullivan massacre, they would have been wary of An Xu's face at that time. Small arcs of electricity flashed in the girl's eyes. Her vision went blank and her breathing was strangled, as if a butterfly was struggling to emerge from its chrysalis.

There was one thing Nancy had been wrong about. An Xu does not have the second power of thinking. The reason why she can remember things through memory is because of her extremely strong mental power. The superpower pool is blocked. In theory, An Xu should be the same as an ordinary ascetic. No matter how successful the meditation is, it is impossible to feel the superpower circuit. Just like when the upstream is blocked by a dam, you cannot be downstream. Find even a tributary.

When An Xu used a quarter to succeed in meditation, she actually dug a hole in the dam by taking advantage of the gap created by the Sutra of Beggar's Mercy and using her mental power for free like brute force.

She is like a prison escapee, gathering strength with every meditation and continuing to dig into the prison walls. People who were unaware of her special situation watched her dig in with a smile, unaware that the prisoner was preparing to escape, and used this daily act of digging to build their strength. The shackles that bind An Xu are already covered with invisible cracks. They can stop An Xu thousands of times, but they will eventually be destroyed in thousands more attempts.

That time has come.

The furious An Xu suddenly entered an ethereal state, as if jumping out of a cramped and angry body. She took in a sharp breath, her inner world roiling, swallowing up all her external senses. An Xu couldn't see the surprised eyes of the onlookers, couldn't hear Lance's chatter, and couldn't feel the ice needles that were about to hit his face. All she heard was——

click

Like the first sound on the glacier after spring returns to the earth, the ice-breaking sound came from Anxu's soul. The invisible shackles turned into dust, and the mental power, abilities, soul, or any term that could be called her core, that had been blocked for a long time, suddenly stretched out at this moment. She felt her spirit lightened, and she was so happy that she wanted to cheer, as if a snake was crawling out of its shed, a new butterfly spread its wings, and buds burst out of the ground. The wetness, coldness, and discomfort in her body no longer bothered her.

An Xu was swelling, and suddenly she saw the broken Locks of Divine Punishment on the ground, saw the clown standing in front of her who shut her mouth in shock, and even saw herself covered in blood. An Xu accepted the change from the first-person perspective to the third-person perspective in the dream well, probably because she felt a cold sense of relief after being separated from the role she was playing.

Anxu no longer felt depressed and unhappy, whether it was because of Lance, Chris, Esther, or Nancy; she was not overjoyed about what she was going to do next. How happy could she be if she killed a fly?

Sigh, she thought, I have been so happy and sad recently when I step into the role, I almost forgot that I was dreaming.

A bolt of lightning as big as a bowl suddenly struck down.