Bernal looked at the puppet-like Rogeria while a few tentacles wrapped around his waist and picked him up.
After he got up to her eye level, Bernal placed his hands on Rogeria's face and rubbed it playfully.
Bernal played with it as if he had obtained a new toy.
Throughout the entire process, Rogeria remained expressionless while she allowed Bernal to toy with her.
After some time, Bernal got tired of it and withdrew his little hands.
"It's time to give you a new name."
Rogeria, who had been like a puppet, finally reacted. She looked at Bernal in confusion and repeated what he had said.
"Name…"
"Yes, a new name. From the moment you obtain your new name, you will bid farewell to the past and begin a brand new life."
"New life."
Bernal nodded, then smiled happily like a ray of warm glowing sunshine.
"Yes, a new life. Welcome to my world, Alia."
"Alia."
Alia was Rogeria's new name, while the real Rogeria was in the dream created by Bernal.
Rogeria did not use her powers to create too many layers of dreams because she had never imagined that Bernal would break free from them.
In particular, under the premise that some dreams were more blissful than reality, no one expected Bernal to be able to break free.
Even Bernal himself was surprised.
However, he had some idea of the reason for this situation.
"What an unexpected development. Being in a realistic dream which is more wonderful than reality is indeed a reveling experience."
A tinge of recollection and obsession flashed in Bernal's eyes.
In the last dream, the feeling of treating the world as a chessboard was enjoyable.
"But illusions are ultimately illusions."
Fake things could never be real.
There were still people waiting for him to return home in the real world. He could not disappear just like that.
"Let's go, Alia. From today onwards, you will be my personal maid responsible for my daily life."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sparkle appeared in Rogeria's empty eyes.
At this moment, Rogeria, no, Alia's personality was officially born.
However, like a newborn, this personality had many things to learn.
With the dragging of the tentacles, Bernal walked out of the cave with Alia.
As soon as they came out, the familiar moon hung in the sky, reminding Bernal of some unpleasant memories.
Although it was a dream, it often relied on reality to exist.
Not to mention that it was a dream established by a God, it seemed reasonable to predict the future based on reality.
With this thought, the ground at Bernal's feet instantly shrouded in darkness.
Gulp gulp!
The black tide surged and spread out. With the moonlight shining, Bernal's eyes lit up.
The crown-like pupil could be seen clearly in his eye.
Everything in the dream was fake, but not entirely.
For some reason, the power he acquired from the Evil God in those dreams could affect the real world.
It undoubtedly saved Bernal a lot of trouble.
As the black tide spread, Bernal's perception was expanding.
"Is it too late?"
He could faintly hear the approaching clattering sound of horse hooves.
Even from a distance, Bernal could feel the sickening aura of death.
The hoofbeats and the deathly aura came from a squad of knights who had come to search for Bernal.
The person in the lead was none other than Victor, who Bernal had killed in the dream.
"Uncle Victor."
Bernal looked in the direction and said the name calmly.
Surprisingly, perhaps because he had experienced it once, Bernal did not feel too sad at the moment.
Realizing that, Bernal placed his hand on his heart and felt his heartbeat.
He looked at Victor and the others who had already entered his vision.
The abomination was identical to the one in the dream.
"Even so, I'm not moved?"
The corners of Bernal's mouth curled up. In the face of the death of someone he knew, Bernal smiled.
"So that's how it is? The price of the contract is stripping away my feeling of sorrow?"
After understanding this, Bernal reached out his hand toward Victor.
Gulp gulp!
At the same time, the black tide surged and attacked Victor and the others like a tsunami.
Having lost his emotion of sadness, Bernal expressionlessly attacked Victor and others who were already mutated.
He even found it fascinating.
"As guardians of the city and the knights of the country, this is not enough!"
Bernal seemed as happy as a child seeing a toy.
"Let me help you guys a little!"
Beside him, Alia watched all of this in silence. She watched as Victor and the others got swallowed by the black tide.
Alia looked at the black waters on the ground, her dark eyes reflecting the insides of the black tide.
The strange and ominous dark energy invaded the bodies of the knights and transformed them.
"Hehehe! Once you guys become stronger, I'm sure my father will be happy too!"
Perhaps due to the influence of his body, Bernal acted like a child in his style and words.
"But I'm tired of getting attacked by monsters all the time."
Bernal seemed to have thought of something as he looked around the monster forest.
Ever since he came to this world, his impression of the monster forest had been poor.
No one could treat an existence that could threaten their life kindly.
For a long time, the monster forest had been his nightmare.
However, all of this could finally come to an end today.
The nightmare that had plagued him for a long time was about to end.
"Arghhh!"
Painful wails sounded from the black tide and reverberated through the entire forest.
Gulp gulp!
Soon, the devoured knights stood up from the black tide again.
An unknown black liquid flowed down their bodies. At this moment, the once detestable knights were gone, and they had returned to their original appearances.
If one ignored the dripping black water, they looked no different from ordinary people.