Thought It Was 'The End', Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 108
Even after returning after several years, she had diligently made progress.
Were these prophetic dreams?
The nightmares that had followed her since childhood were closer to prophetic dreams.
In her dreams, Adeline saw various future situations.
Even though her memory of the novel’s content was hazy, she could accurately predict when Lucian would get hurt and when Lloyd would be abandoned in an alley, all thanks to her dreams. Otherwise, there was no way she could remember the content so precisely, as if she were a hardcore fan savoring every line.
If it weren’t for the dreams, she would have tried to change her future death by sheer hope, but there were definitely parts she benefited from.
In her dreams, Adeline traversed different ages.
At 10 or 11 years old, she dreamt of herself at 17 or 18.
‘Probably because the villainess was still alive in the novel until that age…….’
Dreams about the near future were almost always prophetic. The dreams showed exactly who was doing what and where. Although the outcome of being horrifically murdered was always the same, Adeline gleaned many hints from her dreams.
The difference in age between herself in reality and in her dreams made it easier to distinguish the dreams.
As she grew older, it became more challenging, but the dreams consistently helped her.
However, now, unlike those days, they weren’t as kind.
Perhaps because she had become an adult, there was no longer any mercy.
The dreams would start with her being chased by someone trying to kill her or be stabbed without warning. Honestly, this was also terrifying, but since the pain only lasted a moment and ended quickly, it was better.
Adeline was killed by almost everyone.
Among the assailants were even those she thought, ‘Wait, you hated me too?’
There were times she closed her eyes while dying, thinking, ‘What was his name again….’ The futility of dying at the hands of someone whose name she didn’t even know.
‘I feel like I’m going to die…….’
Fortunately, thanks to Shane keeping her confined in the bedroom, Adeline barely managed to hold on. When she woke up from a nightmare, Shane was sleeping tightly holding her, and Adeline could finally realize that it was just a nightmare that he was trying to kill her.
If the nightmares were showing Adeline some possibilities because she had disrupted the world’s predetermined story, then among the countless dreams, there would be some truth.
To determine what it was, she needed to compare it with reality.
If it had been a while ago, Adeline would have run away without looking back.
If she had had this nightmare on the day she was kidnapped upon returning to Delmuz, or right after being forced into marriage, she wouldn’t have thought twice.
‘No, to be more honest.’
Even if it was just before she promised Shane that she wouldn’t run away.
She would have begged Lucian on her hands and knees, risked her life with Lloyd, or kneeled and pleaded with her parents and brothers for them all to get far, far away from Shane and Genevieve.
No matter how different the ending was from the novel, it would still mean that ‘Adeline’ was a stumbling block in this world.
Happiness? What’s that?
You have to be alive to enjoy anything.
You prefer being alive to being dead, don’t you?
If staying in the same space means everyone dies or I die, I’ll leave, just live well together.
I’ll watch from afar, very far, how you live.
As a third party who isn’t even a supporting character or an extra.
That’s what she would have done.
But Adeline promised Shane.
She promised that she would not run away—that she would return to him, always.
Now, she couldn’t back down.
‘I was complacent.’
After the ‘villainess’ returned, the ‘female lead’ became endangered, so she thought it was naturally the ‘villain’s’ doing.
Seeing evidence that it wasn’t made her feel relieved, but then the nightmares struck her, warning her not to let her guard down.
Adeline ground her teeth.
When she was young, she tried hard not to fall asleep. Many nights she pinched her hands and arms, slapped her own cheeks, and cried because she didn’t want to sleep.
But now Adeline didn’t resist the oncoming sleep and nightmares.
Even if she was tired, she focused her senses more to find something in the dreams.
The dreams of being killed by the hands of loved ones and seeing all her loved ones dying were terrifying, but on the contrary, it meant she had regained her unique weapon.
Among the countless possible worlds the dreams showed her, Adeline had to find the existence of the ‘sorcerer.’
