In the dark gloomy dream prison,

No matter how Wu Xian punched and kicked the big nose who was squatting on the ground wiping the dagger, he felt like a ghost himself,

His punches and kicks went right through the guy's body, causing no harm.

Wu Xian was stunned.

Something wasn't right!

In theory, if this was his dream, his territory where he called the shots, that bloody big nose would have been beaten to a pulp a long time ago.

But why couldn't he do anything to that damn bastard?

Wu Xian couldn't wrap his head around it.

He took a few deep breaths and moved his trembling body away from the hunched figure of the big nose, fueled by anger.

Wu Xian immediately recalled the previous incident where he tried to touch the prison bars and was repelled by an inexplicable force... So he was merely an observer in this dream?

Could it be... that this wasn't his dream at all?

Just as Wu Xian came to this conclusion, the old man with the big nose suddenly sighed,

"Grace, you are the first person I've seen in all my years in the Judicatory who remains true to yourself under torture. I lost."

Grace?

The name sounded so familiar!

Wu Xian hurriedly walked over to the girl with her head lowered, crouching down cautiously before raising his head to look up at her.

A single look was enough, despite his fear being suppressed,

But deep within his heart, he felt a shock that transcended all constraints, a combination of fear, anger, and heartbreak he had never felt before in this eerie dream.

Yes, if the person in front of him could still be considered a person...

Her left eye was completely a black hole, her right cheek pierced, and even half of her tongue could be seen.

If she had suddenly appeared in front of him, due to physiological reflexes, Wu Xian would probably avert his gaze after just one glance, unable to recognize who the person was at all.

But after hearing that familiar name, coupled with her distinctive golden hair and the faint impression left on her face,

Wu Xian finally deduced one result,

Yes, this tormented woman before him was undoubtedly the girl Grace who had come to seek shelter last night.

He understood!

He finally understood.

This place wasn't his dream, but the nightmare of the girl Grace.

No wonder he had no ability to intervene in the dream since he arrived here, except for observing. It was someone else's territory, and he naturally couldn't interfere.

However, how did he unknowingly enter the deepest dream within Grace's heart?

If everything was not real,

Why did Grace have to suffer such cruel and brutal treatment in her own dream?

Before he could figure it all out, he saw the big nose slowly standing up, calmly saying,

"I promised you, I will prepare the grandest bonfire execution ever witnessed. Eight witches will wash away the devil's corruption with you, going to heaven together."

Marvin eventually gave up on extracting secrets from Grace's mouth.

If a person could withstand even torture, death would be nothing more than a reward, not a threat.

Grace's tongue had just been cut off in anger by Marvin, and only a small amount of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. She had already lost too much blood, but if Marvin hadn't given her medicine to suppress bleeding in advance, she probably wouldn't have held on till now.

Yes, what sustained her to this point had already died.

The preparations for the bonfire execution by the Heretic Judicatory were effortless, and perhaps in less than a day, the entire imperial city's population would hear that a new witch was being burned alive in public. People, who viewed the bonfire execution as the most exciting event of the month, would arrive early at the execution site, hoping to see all their misfortunes vanish with the witches' death.

How absurd...

When she was still in the Howell Family, she had even looked forward to participating in the witch's bonfire execution,

And now she had become the main character in the ceremony, naked and bound to the pyre, just like a suckling pig, waiting for the final moment to arrive."I have let you down... Master Apostle," Grace said in a weak and muffled voice, almost using up all her strength.

Wu Xian, who had been standing by and contemplating their current situation, immediately had a realization upon hearing this. How could he not have thought of this before?

Grace was clearly a hardcore fan of role-playing. It was probably because of this that she constantly argued and conflicted with her family, ultimately solidifying her decision to run away from home.

Before coming to his hotel, he had no idea how long she had been wandering alone outside. And yet, he failed to notice any of this. Instead, he simply focused on minor issues, only allowing her to stay for one night in the hotel, indirectly rejecting her desire to stay longer.

He could sense that Grace was a proud person. In the face of unsuccessful negotiations, she wouldn't resort to various flirtatious or pitiful tricks to manipulate men, unlike some girls. She disappeared without a fuss, without him even catching a glimpse of her as she left the hotel.

What a fool! How could he not consider the possibility that after Grace ran away from home for so long, she might have been penniless and had nowhere to go? She had placed her last hope in this hotel, which allowed her to indulge in her witch role-playing, and yet he heartlessly cut off the last straw for this young girl due to his own selfish interests.

So... Ever since she left the hotel, she sealed her own spirit within this terrifying nightmare.

Indeed, in the medieval world, poor women recognized by the Church as witches often met their end at the stake. And since Grace was such a dedicated role-player, she probably had plunged herself into the identity of a witch at this moment.

Thus, in her dream, she constructed a sinister and terrifying Inquisition, where she and numerous unfortunate witches endured endless beatings and interrogations. She was even foretold by the executioner that she would die by burning at the stake. Isn't this the ultimate fate of a witch?

Upon realizing this, Wu Xian was suddenly overcome with fear. In other words, once Grace died by burning at the stake in her dream, in reality, she would also have no attachment to the world, having fulfilled the final mission of a witch. She would commit suicide!

Wu Xian immediately tried to wake up Grace from her fragmented nightmare, just as he had tried attacking the big-nosed man before. But his attempts were futile, his hands passing through her body without any effect.

What should he do? Wu Xian was overcome with panic and drenched in sweat.