"If he wants the world to fall into a deep sleep."
Huo Fa raised his head and looked at the heavy rain. "Then, he must have a goal."
The reinforced concrete world was a dystopian social jungle. Dilapidated old neon lights shone on the streets, and the rain under his feet reflected the young man's tall figure. He looked down at the glass window by the street, and the black-haired, black-eyed face in the mirror was cold and determined.
"Global sleep must be a means, not an end."
"Don't you know his goal?"
The God of Nightmares asked with a chuckle. "You are his most important opponent. Even if he has to spend a lot of effort to imprison you in the Time Cage, I think you might know something about his goal."
"Sorry, I don't know."
Hoffa said frankly, ignoring the God of Nightmares' provocative attitude.
A month ago, he returned to his own era from the world fifty years in the future. It was already 1945, and the time he spent in the future was deducted.
If the world fifty years in the future was only affected, and most people were in a nap. Then the world he saw now had entered a deep sleep.
The previous war was gone, the allies were gone, and the Axis Powers were gone. Just as Nicole Lemay had told him, no one won, and everyone lost.
The rain poured down as if it would never end. In the mist, a few pedestrians walked past them. They were carrying black iron cages, and their footsteps were slow but steady. Their faces behind the cages had sweet and satisfied smiles, as if they didn't hear the cold rain falling on them.
In the thirty days since he returned to the world, Hoffa had been trying to find Silby Spencer, but to no avail. The world was so big, and he had no idea where to find that man. The God of Nightmares' power was almost completely controlled by Silby, and other than some provocation, it was useless.
Hoffa gritted his teeth and raised his hand to knock a sleepwalker to the ground.
"What are you doing?" The God of Nightmares exclaimed. "You're crazy. We can't go into the dream to find him. If you get lost in the Sweet Dream World, there will be no hope."
"I won't."
Hoffa said firmly. "It's not that easy."
After saying that, he forcefully removed the cage from the pedestrian's head.
After the cage was removed, the man's chest heaved up and down violently as he struggled like a fish out of water. He opened his eyes, his pupils dilating as he howled in grief.
"Look, dream dependence. These people are already addicted to dreaming."
The God of Nightmares said worriedly, "That's the scary thing about a sweet dream. Once you fall into it, it's harder to get out than a nightmare."
"Give … give … back … to … me …"
As he spoke, the person on the ground dug into the floor tiles. The veins on his skinny arms bulged as he dug out all ten of his fingernails. Then, he rolled over and grabbed his throat with both hands. He grabbed so hard that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"If we don't return the cage to him, he might kill himself. The coarseness of the real world is not something a person who has experienced a sweet dream can endure. "The God of Nightmares looked at him with a sigh.
"How much time does he have?" Hoffa asked coldly.
"Maybe three minutes, maybe two."
"That's enough."
At that moment, the flow of time in the real world slowed down by thousands of times. The falling raindrops became fixed decorations in the air, mixed with ruby-like red liquid. The neon lights did not change color for a long time. The man on the ground twisted and struggled like a withered root sculpture with his tongue sticking out.
"Don't you want to think about it? It's definitely easier to destroy his body in the real world. You know, he's cursed."
"Cursed …"
Huo Fa laughed self-deprecatingly. He still remembered the tragic explosion he had caused back then, and the determination he had to crawl out of it.
Speaking of which, he felt that he actually knew Silby quite well, but it was precisely because he knew him that he did not dare to waste even a moment. This guy was meticulous, decisive, and ruthless, and had an endless supply of backup plans. In the two short encounters with him, he did not gain any advantage over him. In fact, he had paid a heavy price.
The first time was the wand. The second time was Fatir's life.
This time, he had even less information than he had in the past. Hoffa had no idea what he was doing or what he was thinking.
"He's not that weak. I know, he must be plotting something. I can't waste my time with this kind of person. I must find him. "
After saying that, he put the cage on his head without hesitation.
.....
As if he was pushed into water, he started to fall with a splash.
.....
When he opened his eyes again, the world in front of him had changed.
The cold, cramped, damp, and steel-filled world just now had disappeared without a trace.
The warm sun shone on Hoffa's face from the sky. He stood in an extremely dreamy kingdom. The leaves on the trees shone with a sparkling green light, and the fruits they bore were colorful ice creams. The air was filled with a sweet aroma.
The fountains on both sides of the road were spewing milky white milk. Every ten meters or so, there was a golden Sparkle table. There was no end to the table. On it were all kinds of delicacies that humans could think of since ancient times. Roasted suckling pigs, roasted whole lambs, roasted whole cows, and even roasted beautiful women and handsome men. Some of the food could not even be named. It was extremely extravagant.
Hoffa picked up a glass of red wine from the table and drank it in one gulp. After drinking it, the glass automatically filled up.
He then tipped the glass down. The wine that poured out turned into elves and ran away hand in hand.
It felt like surfing the Internet in the future. But it was a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times more real than surfing the Internet. He had completely immersed his consciousness in a complete utopia.
Hoffa thought, if there was a place that had truly realized the ultimate ideal of communism, which was extremely rich in material things, it should be here.
"Blasphemy."
A slight sneer came from behind. Hoffa turned around.
The God of Nightmares appeared out of thin air and turned into the beautiful blonde woman who had looked for him fifty years later. Her body was wrapped in yellow silk, forming a perfect S shape. There was no flaw to be found.
"See that? That guy is determined to go against me."
The God of Nightmares gritted her teeth.
"The food here can't be finished."
"The time here can't be spent."
"The scenery here is the most beautiful."
"The singing here is the most melodious."
Stirring singing came from afar.
It turned out that men and women were singing on the stage.
They were dressed in all kinds of clothes. Some were wearing the clothes of ancient Egyptian pharaohs, some were wearing pleated skirts from the Middle Ages, some were dressed like Renaissance painters, and some were even happily naked.
The men were handsome, and the women were beautiful. It was as if everyone was wearing the best beauty camera.
Below the stage, there was a group of audience who were cheering for the performance and cheering for their crude singing and dancing.
"This is the dream world they share," the God of Nightmares said hatefully.
The God of Nightmares said hatefully. "They share their fantasies here and fulfill their wishes that they could not fulfill in the real world."
"Who are those people?"
Hoffa looked at the fanatical audience. They seemed to be dressed very plainly, and did not fit in with the bright and dreamy side of this world.
"They're not real people. They're the subconscious of the group."
The God of Nightmares lowered her voice and said, "The performance needs an audience to be exciting, but everyone wants to stand in the center of the stage. No one wants to be an audience, so the dreamer imagined a group of audience to satisfy their vanity."
"Is that so?"
Hoffa understood.
But at this moment, the group that was cheering subconsciously stopped clapping. The smiles on their faces disappeared and became gloomy. Then, they turned their heads in unison and looked at Hoffa and the God of Nightmares. The atmosphere immediately became gloomy.
Not only that, a few men in police uniforms slowly walked out from the four corners of the street. They narrowed their eyes and locked their gazes on Hoffa's face, as if they wanted to see something from his face.
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat. "Someone has their eyes on us."
The God of Nightmares also saw the guys in police uniforms. Her face turned pale. "Oh … We've been discovered."
She thought for a moment. "Kiss me."
"What?" Hoffa did not react.
The God of Nightmares immediately hugged him and kissed Hoffa's lips. This kiss was very real. It was soft and delicate, and her breath tickled Hoffa's face.
But this was not as simple as a kiss. Hoffa stiffened his shoulders and slowly hugged the God of Nightmares' waist. He looked over the God of Nightmares' shoulder.
The eyes of the group's subconscious landed on his face like searchlights. They were scrutinizing him, and it was enough to make the bravest person panic.
After twenty long seconds.
Thump, thump …
Hoffa's heart was in his mouth.
The few policemen had their hands on their batons, and they had no intention of letting go.
In the midst of the torment, Hoffa could not help but think of Aglaia, who was waiting for him fifty years later. His shoulders relaxed slightly, and he closed his eyes.
The group's subconscious that was watching them gradually relaxed, and the vigilance and gloominess on their faces disappeared. Then, just like before, they cheered for the singing and dancing sleepwalkers on the stage.
Her lips slowly parted, and the God of Nightmares reprimanded her in a low voice.
"You were too calm just now. You didn't feel like you were enjoying it at all. The group's subconscious is the law enforcement of this land. As long as you behave differently from others, they will riot and kill you. "
"Just like white blood cells and bacteria?"
Hoffa asked calmly.
"A very subtle analogy. I can't describe it better."
The God of Nightmares said.
"Hmph, you're something, Silby."
Hoffa sneered.
As soon as he sneered, the policemen who had just walked a few steps away turned their heads at lightning speed. Their eyes were fixed on Hoffa's face, and he had goosebumps.
This time, all the group's subconscious stopped clapping. They turned around and surrounded them. Hoffa had a bad feeling.
This time, he did not need the God of Nightmares to remind him. He hugged the God of Nightmares and gave him a few French kisses, as if he was eating watermelons.
But it was useless now. The policemen were furious, as if they had been played. They turned from walking to running, and ran faster and faster. As they ran, they pulled out their batons from their waists.
The God of Nightmares pushed away Hoffa, who was biting his face, and his expression changed slightly. "Why are you standing there? Run!"
"How did I get discovered?!"
Hoffa did not understand. He had kissed the God of Nightmares, and he was acting like a passerby.
"You didn't enjoy it with your heart!" The God of Nightmares scolded Hoffa. "You don't love this place, and you don't love me. The group's subconscious is very sensitive. They noticed your difference!"
"Why would I love you?"
Hoffa said in disbelief. "You only treat me as a tool."
"Stop talking nonsense. Run."
The God of Nightmares picked up Hoffa. As he ran, he turned into a six-legged centaur. He had been a beauty just now.
Even at this time, Hoffa could not help but want to vomit. He had been a beauty just now, and he did not have any psychological resistance when he kissed him. But he had turned into a centaur, and he was a male. This was somewhat unbearable.
As soon as the two of them ran, the subconscious of the group, which had quieted down, exploded. They all ran after them. Some of them turned into police dogs while running, barking wildly. Thus, the scene turned into several police officers and a group of police dogs chasing after the two of them. It was very lively.
The few people who were singing and dancing on the stage stopped and looked at Hoffa and the police running past in confusion.
They ran past classicist people who were having a picnic, past pre-modernist punk bosses who were going crazy, and past a group of post-modernist Virgo young people who were focused on making bubbles.
There were more and more people watching them, and the group's subconscious became fiercer and fiercer. The police ran as if there was no limit to their speed. Their legs were like a Mirage.
"Hundred Thousand Stillness!"
Hoffa raised his hand and pointed behind him, intending to use the power of time to slow down the speed of the group of people.
But to his surprise, the powerful ability that he had just obtained was ineffective. There was no reaction at all. One had to know that this ability had even defeated the dark Magus Grindelwald.
"It's useless!?"
Hoffa asked the God of Nightmares.
"That's your bloodline power in reality. This is not reality. How can you change the rules of time?"
The God of Nightmares said loudly.
"Damn it."
Hoffa quickly figured out the difference. "Then what should we do?"
"Think of something you can use. The more specific, the better!"
The God of Nightmares reminded Hoffa loudly. "This is the Sweet Dream World. Your beautiful wishes will come true."
"Do I have to think?"
"Hurry up!"
Hoffa closed his eyes. Think … Think …
He closed his eyes and thought for a while. When he opened his eyes again, an AK47 appeared in his hand. His face lit up with joy, and he immediately started firing with his machine gun.
Tongues of fire spewed out, but the bullets fell on the police. They calmly pulled out their explosion-proof shields and were unharmed.
"Be brave. This is a dream."
The God of Nightmares scolded Hoffa loudly. "Don't be bound by those rules!"
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