Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 105 The Story of a Long Time ago (Part 1)

“In a dream, can you see my game system?” Dorn was a little surprised.

Last time he was pulled into a dream by the nightmare, Donn couldn’t even see the blood bar.

Dorn exhaled the own system panel, which was very successful, and there was no difference in reality.

Then, in the skill column of the personal panel, Dorn saw the extra skill-[Dream Lv5].

[Into the dream]: Dream-building skills from the nightmare. Can drag a single goal into a dream that is built by you and controlled by you. In your dreams, no one can beat you.

“Not through [Synchronous Stomach Bag], and it’s still a full-level skill.” Dorn turned off the panel.

The source of this skill should be the red and black aura that just lingered around him.

What are those things?

The last will of the nightmare horse?

Still death language?

If that’s the case, why would Nightmare give this ability to himself?

“Also, I feel that nightmare cares about Amy.”

Apart from this, Donne can’t get other exact information for the time being.

But Donne had more perception of this pitch-black space.

He feels that he seems to have the ability to construct this space, perhaps this is the power from [Dream].

“In other words, it seems that the current owner of this dream is already me.” Dorn analyzed this way, “even, I feel that after taking [Into the Dream], as long as I want, I can withdraw from the current dream at any time.”

Perhaps this is why he can see his system here, because this dream has become his territory, completely different from the one constructed by the previous nightmare.

Moreover, Dorn could further feel that in this dream, there was still a trace, very weak, surging and operating like the weakening power of the west.

Dorn did not perform any manipulation of this weak power and the current own dream.

Because he felt that the power that was about to dissipate seemed to want to show something in his dream.

…

The originally dark scene changed again.

This time, Don saw the lush woods and meadows. There is also a winding river, shining brightly under the sunlight.

After looking around, Dorn saw a corner of a castle at what appeared to be the border of the woods.

“That seems to be the old castle of Urtado, but it is not abandoned.” Dorn squinted his eyes and looked at it.

Originally planned to explore the border of the woods to see what the old castle of Ulta was not abandoned, but after walking a few steps toward the woods, Dorn was hindered.

There seemed to be an invisible high wall standing in front of him.

“It’s kind of like a wall of air in a game, so, is that an unexplorable area over there?” Donne touched his chin. “What does that nightmare want to show me?”

Back on the grass by the river, he heard some noises.

“Yeah-yo-yo-yo-”

It looked like the wailing of some little beast.

Dorn followed the voice to find, and behind a bush, he saw the nightmare.

However, it was not the fat nightmare he had seen before, but a pony.

The red fur, not too sharp forehead, would probably reach Dorne’s knees when standing.

At this time, the nightmare foal, with its hind feet clamped by a trap, the sharp serrations advanced into its flesh, causing it to mourn in pain.

“This is the juvenile body of that nightmare?” Dorn was a little surprised, reaching out his hand and trying to touch the head of the foal.

However, I didn’t come across.

His hand went straight through the forehead of the Scarlet Horse.

“Illusive,” Dorn murmured.

But Dorne felt that, as the true owner of the current dream, he wanted to forcibly modify the current dream, even if he touched the pony.

But it doesn’t make sense to do that.

“Nightmare seems to want to show me what happened before.”

So, it would be nice for Donne to be a spectator.

After waiting for a while, a figure walked in from the woods.

It was a girl in dirty burlap, a girl who looked a little ugly. The girl is short and thin. Humped, walking with a limp right foot.

She has a horseshoe-shaped mouth, and when she walks, she gasps heavily, revealing a very irregular tooth.

At the same time, her right eye was closed tightly, as if unable to open it.

The ugly girl walked along the river, gathering wild flowers in her hands. Afterwards, she seemed to hear the wailing of the foal, and walked in the direction Dorne was standing.

“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“嘤嘤嘤——YoYoYo——” The Nightmare Pony was still wailing.

The girl put down the wild bouquet in her hand, turned and limped, and trot away with difficulty.

Dorn watched the girl leave without saying anything.

Just as a spectator, watching quietly.

After a while, the girl came back with some herbs and clean cloth strips.

The girl broke apart the traps on the back feet of the foal, crushed herbs and smeared them, and then bandaged them with cloth.

The nightmare is very human, there is no movement, and no more wailing.

“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The Nightmare Pony licked the girl’s palm gently.

The girl’s palm was scratched when she just opened the trap. It was not serious, but there was still a lot of blood dripping down the wound.

The horse licked the girl’s hand lightly, and also licked the girl’s blood.

Subsequently, the picture was shattered and recast.

…

When everything around him became clear, Don found himself standing in a closed cellar.

“Is this the cellar of Hurtado Castle?” Dorn looked around.

There were no bones in the cellar that had been seen before, only a short bed covered with hay.

The basement was a bit damp, and Dorne could smell a real musty smell. Only a coal lamp was lit inside, but the light was faint.

The girl stood by the bed before, and in front of him stood a young man who looked five or six years older than the girl.

There is a red birthmark on the man’s right cheek.

“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

But the young man looked unhappy and impatient.

“Enough! Enough! I don’t understand what you are gesturing, and I don’t want to understand!” The man interrupted the girl roughly. ”

“I don’t care if it’s true or not, you don’t want to run out again in the future! You are a filthy bastard born to a lowly maid! My father has an illegitimate daughter like you, and he has already lost enough face on the family! ”

“Now, are you still going to let those low-minded people watch our jokes? Do you know what you are called in the realm now? Call you the lowly witch of Hultado!”

The more the man talked, the more angry he became, and the girl’s expression became gritted.

“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

But the man ignored him and turned his head to leave: “Father is very ill now. Before I inherit his baron position, I don’t want to see you make any more ugly rumors.”

“Eh-eah-eah-”

It seemed that because of hearing the word father, the girl’s expression became a bit agitated, and she picked up a small briquettes from the bedside.

Run to the man to stop him.

Then write something crookedly on the stone wall.

It is Donah, but the handwriting is ugly—[Big Brother, Dad is sick, I, see Dad].

The man looked more and more annoyed when he read the words written by the girl.

He lifted his feet in hard leather boots and kicked the girl severely.

“Bah! I told you! Don’t call me Big Brother! Disgusting!” The man looked at the girl with indifference and contempt, like looking at trash on the ground, “Father won’t see you, and father doesn’t want to see you.”

Afterwards, the man left along the cellar passage.

However, he could still hear his rather indifferent sentence: “Anytime, whenever you look like a person, Urtado will pinch his nose to recognize you as an illegitimate girl. But you are a disgusting freak.”

The girl knelt on the ground and did not get up.

Tears shed tears in the only open eye.

“Yo-yo-” The Nightmare Pony got out from under the bunk and licked the tears on the girl’s face.

Dorn:…