The seawater slapped his cheeks. When Hoffa woke up again, he found himself lying on a wide beach. In front of him was a vast ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see. The beach was shrouded in thick fog, and the unusually distorted sunlight made it impossible to see anything clearly.
However, he was already used to this situation.
"Little monster, is that you?"
Hoffa sat on the edge of the Sea of Dreams and muttered.
"It's me."
An indifferent voice sounded in his ear.
Hoffa turned his head and saw a strange little monster floating quietly beside his ear. It had a blurry head of black smoke and a white light spot in the middle of its head. Below its body were trembling tentacles — the God of Nightmares, the youngest son of Leviathan.
"Why didn't you become like before? You're quite pleasing to the eye."
The little monster replied, "Fifty years, no one remembers me anymore. Now I can only parasitize the consciousness of other creatures, struggling to survive. "
"Where did you find such a beauty? Can't you become like that in your dreams?" Hoffa laughed. "Your appearance really doesn't conform to human aesthetics."
"Looking for a beautiful female to be my host is just because it's convenient to move around in human society. It can be very convenient, but it doesn't mean anything to our next move."
"Hmph … Everyone thinks so highly of me." Hoffa curled his lips. "I thought you followed me to fifty years in the future."
"I couldn't do it. I was just a child and couldn't withstand the tearing of the power of time, but I still fulfilled my promise. I found you in the world fifty years in the future. "
"I'll help you recover, and you'll help me live."
"That's right."
"But I don't need you to live well."
"It's still too early to say that. Follow me." After saying that calmly, the little monster floated in the air, left the beach, and floated all the way into the fog.
Hoffa got up and followed behind the little monster. He asked, "Are you taking me to the Nightmare World? I'm not afraid of nightmares now."
"This time it's not your nightmare," the little monster said calmly. "It's this world's nightmare."
After saying that, the fog gradually dissipated, and another strange world appeared in front of Hoffa.
Steel fortresses stood tall on the ground, and thick black smoke drifted in the sky, as if there was no day in this world. Several huge airships were floating in the sky. The main color of all the airships was black. In the distance, Big Ben was entangled by countless steel pipes. The streets were lined with steel pipes that led into the distance. They were intertwined with each other, cold and rough, like the thick blood vessels of primitive creatures that covered the surface of their bodies.
"What is this place?"
"London fifty years ago, the world after you left."
The little monster said.
London fifty years ago …?
Huo Fa slowly walked along the unfamiliar narrow street. The street was empty and quiet. The rusty steel pipes didn't have any country's logo, nor were there any signs of any power. If it wasn't for the building in the distance that could barely be distinguished as Big Ben, he wouldn't have recognized that he was in England.
"Germany won?" Hoffa asked.
"No, no one won. Everyone lost."
The little monster said calmly.
At that moment, Hoffa saw a figure coming from afar. It was a scavenger. He was holding a broom and dragging a big box, sweeping the streets. He was wearing a black raincoat, and his body was thin. What was more strange was that there was a strange cage on his head. The cage was as long as an arm and was firmly embedded above his neck. It was sealed with a metal lock.
Just like that, the sweeper mechanically swept the area from afar. When it slowly swept past Huo Fa, Huo Fa noticed that the sweeper had his eyes closed while sweeping the floor.
"Hello … Hello …?"
Hoffa walked to the scavenger and wanted to touch him.
His palm went straight through the scavenger's body.
"You can't wake him up. This is just a part of my memory," the little monster said.
"Why is he dressed like this?" Looking at the scavenger's back, he asked in confusion.
"He's sleepwalking."
The little monster said calmly.
"Sleepwalking!?" Hoffa did not understand.
.....
The little monster did not answer. It circled in a circle, and the London street in front of it was like an ink painting that was soaked in a deep pool. The pipes, the scavenger, and the metal Big Ben disappeared without a trace.
Then, the black cloud reassembled, and the color turned into a deep red like blood. When the black cloud reassembled.
This time, Hoffa found himself standing on the metal frame of a huge factory.
Below him was a steel assembly line. On the assembly line, there were pieces of Zizi's meat that had been cut off. The clanging of the machines echoed in his ears.
The machines were constantly moving, and the mechanical arms were spinning, grabbing all kinds of meat on the assembly line and throwing them into a huge crimson blender.
The meat was squeezed into minced meat and fell out of the machine. Then, it was transported away by the assembly line. It was the cold world of dieselpunk.
In the distance, rows of people with cages on their heads walked out of the workshop. They were all men. Their eyes were closed, and they were holding some raw materials for food in their hands. Dead deer, dead cows, dead pigs, and dead sheep.
The men who were holding the corpses all wore metal cages on their heads. Their eyes were closed, and like ants, they put the dead animals on the assembly line. The machines cut them into pieces, and then they passed through the assembly line and into the crimson blender.
"This is a Berlin food factory." The little monster floated in Hoffa's ear. "Factories like this are everywhere, and they are responsible for providing food to the living."
"These people … are all sleepwalking?"
Hoffa looked at the men working on the assembly line. He could not believe that these people could work with their eyes closed.
"Everyone," the little monster said calmly.
At this time, on the assembly line, two men with cages on their heads walked out with their eyes closed. They threw a thin and old human body onto the assembly line. The cold machines on the assembly line dismembered the body in the blink of an eye and introduced it into the blender.
This scene made Hoffa's stomach acid churn. He bent down and covered his mouth in shock. "They eat people too?"
"Ethics no longer exist," the little monster said calmly.
.....
Before Hoffa could express his opinion, the horrifying meat factory turned into blood-red smoke and dissipated bit by bit.
Then, the smoke reformed again. This time, the little monster brought him to a cafeteria of more than ten thousand square meters. There were hundreds of windows in the cafeteria, and thousands of neatly arranged tables and chairs.
In the cafeteria, countless people with cages on their heads were lined up with their eyes closed. Each of them held a metal tray in their hands, and they moved forward slowly like a colony of ants.
Behind the windows, chefs in black clothes with metal cages on their heads placed food on everyone's trays with their eyes closed.
The food was boiled vegetables and processed protein. The protein even had hair and teeth. It did not look appetizing, and would only make one feel nauseous.
But no one saw it.
Hoffa walked between the tables and chairs, and the more he walked, the more shocked he became. The people with cages on their heads sat on the chairs, mechanically picking out the food from the trays and stuffing it into their mouths through the gaps of the cages. There were tens of thousands of people in the cafeteria, but there was not a single sound. There was only the clanging of knives and forks, which made one's scalp tingle and hair stand on end.
They ate in silence.
The little monster said, "This is a world created by Silby Spencer using me. In this world, no one is spared from the dream. They sleepwalk, work, reproduce, and live in the real world. "
"Keeping all of humanity in captivity?"
"You can say so."
"You're really something … Silby …"
Hoffa looked at the cafeteria, and the people with cages eating silently. For some reason, he felt like laughing. There was no crime, no violence, and everyone was equal. Wasn't this the legendary utopia?
But his lips twitched a few times, and he could not laugh at all.
It was too terrifying.
"No one resisted?" He asked with a trembling voice, "There are so many people in the world, so many wizards, and no one resisted him?"
"They resisted." The little monster's calm voice had a rare hint of sarcasm. "But not in this world. Do you want to go to their dreams and take a look?"
"Their dreams?"
"Yes, the dreams of the captive people from fifty years ago."
"Take me there." Hoffa murmured. After seeing such a cold and terrifying world, his brain was about to shut down. He thought he knew his old rival, but now it seemed that he knew nothing about Silby.
The little monster flew to a sleepwalker who was eating silently, and flew around his head.
Then, Hoffa's vision turned black, and his consciousness fell.
When he woke up again, the cafeteria had disappeared, and the people eating had disappeared. The monotonous smoke reorganized again, and this time, it took much longer than Hoffa expected. In the end, the smoke separated into different colors, and gradually formed colorful flowers that fell from the sky.
Under the flowers, a huge stone statue of Silby was built against the mountain. It was thousands of meters tall, and it maintained a smiling gesture of holding flowers, like a Buddha.
Milky white spring water poured down from his fingers, and on the grass at his feet, countless men and women were running happily. They were naked, and each of them was as beautiful as an angel. Milk flowed in the mountains and rivers, and colorful fruits grew on the grass, and a rainbow of colors hung from the sky.
Some people were drinking wine on gold coins as high as the mountains, some were hugging their loved ones under the trees, and some were sitting in front of tables that were more than ten meters long, and the exquisite food could not be finished no matter how hard they tried.
Everything was indescribably beautiful.
The happiest heaven was just like this.
A warm breeze blew past Hoffa's head. He stood on the grass, and his eyes were wide open. After experiencing the coldness and cruelty just now, and seeing the beauty now, one could imagine the complexity in his heart.
The little monster said, "This is the real world in their eyes. Most people can no longer distinguish the difference between dreams and reality. If everyone thinks that this kind of life is real, what's the need to resist?"
"Hehehehehehahaha …"
Accompanied by cheerful laughter, a few angel-like girls ran past Hoffa, chasing a happy boy behind them.
His vision turned black, and the beautiful dream like a classical oil painting disappeared.
.....
.....
Hoffa, who had just woken up from a dream, sat on a chair.
Cold sweat had soaked his back, and he returned to reality from the dream. Beside him were scattered instruments and unconscious band members.
The thousands of people who watched his performance in the theater were all lying on the ground, unconscious. At this moment, Hoffa really saw the faces of the people who came to the theater to watch his performance. They were either poor homeless people, drug addicts, unemployed people waiting for a job, or young rebellious punk teenagers …
"Phew."
He let out a long sigh.
Da da da ….
Behind the silent stage, the footsteps of the God of Nightmares came.
The blonde woman walked from behind Hoffa to his front, and said calmly and coldly, "If it wasn't for the fact that they had no choice, who would believe that this cold and rough world is real?"
"Isn't this what you want?" Huo Fa said softly, "If everyone believes in you and lives in the dream, then wouldn't it be just around the corner for you to recover your ancient physique?"
"You got it wrong. I am the God of Nightmares, not the God of Sweet Dreams," the blonde woman said coldly, "Silby Spencer used me and blasphemed me. He will pay the price for this. "
"Then let him pay the price. Let him have nightmares."
"I can't do it," the God of Nightmares said.
"Why?"
"He can endure all nightmares and stay awake forever, so I can't do anything to him."
"As expected of Silby. Even a god can't do anything to you." Hoffa muttered to himself, "But you, the God of Nightmares, can't kill a cursed guy. He can't use any magic at all. You can just destroy him."
"Do you have some misunderstanding about gods?" The blonde woman said. "We are the embodiment of the world's laws. We represent the rules and obey the laws. I am a nightmare, so I can't interfere with reality.
Even if I want to kill Silby and gain freedom, I have to help another human kill him. I won't do it myself. Just like how the God of Death won't reach out his scythe in front of mortals. Only humans can kill. "
"So you want me to go back 50 years?"
"That's right."
"You're really straightforward about your goal." Hoffa covered his face.
The blonde woman stared at him until his scalp went numb.
Hoffa looked up. "I don't want to be anyone's tool, including you, the God of Nightmares, the youngest son of Leviathan."
The blonde woman said slowly, "You have no choice."
"I have a choice." Hoffa clenched his fists.
"Sorry, I know what you're thinking, but the real world you exist in now isn't as stable as you think." The woman turned around with her back facing him. "The existence of this world is based on you defeating Silby Spencer, but the longer you stay in this world, the more unreal this result will be.
When you stay in this world for more than a certain period, this world will be replaced by the Nightmare World created by Silby Spencer sooner.
At that time, everyone around you will be sleepwalkers. By then, even if you want to go back, it will be useless. This is why he exiled you 50 years in the future. "
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