In the biting cold wind, Hoffa's hair was covered in ice and snow in the blink of an eye, turning white. He had never been to the South Pole, but the temperature in the South Pole could not be any lower than here.
"This is … the late Devonian period … the Super Ice Age …"
Silby said in a trembling voice. The white gas that came out of his mouth turned into ice shards. "The whole world … is … covered in ice and snow. 70% of species … species … have gone extinct …"
"You … you … why did you … bring me … to these places …" Hoffa asked in a trembling voice.
"I want … to show you … to show you … what is … what is … true cruelty!"
In the harsh cold, Silby said in a trembling voice, "You … although you … understand the power of the rules, but … what drives … you forward is … not responsibility, but your biological instincts, your reproductive instincts … if … if that little girl didn't die, you might have … stopped improving. If … if I didn't spur you on, maybe … you … you wouldn't have come here …"
"Shut … Shut … Shut … Up … Up …"
Hoffa's face was cold. It was not only because of the extreme cold, but also because of Silby's merciless dissection.
But Silby did not shut up. He continued, "You … you went with the flow, you were … accepted … by … by … when … did you take the initiative to do something? In this … long river of time, you will not … actively chase after fate. Even your two girlfriends … are … are … are … are … not … not … not … you are afraid of getting hurt, but … in reality, no matter how you avoid it, you will get hurt everywhere …"
Hoffa could not take it anymore. He stood up in the ice with difficulty and lifted Silby. In the howling wind, he stuttered, "Put … put … put … put … bullshit. I jumped out of your … cage. I came to you … could it be … could it be … that I didn't … take the initiative?"
"Then, was it … voluntary or … forced?"
In the bitter cold, Silby's eyebrows were frozen white, but the eyes under his eyebrows were still calm and pure. "Just … just taking the initiative once … is enough for you … to brag about it for the rest of your life? Have you ever thought … if I die, if I die … where will you go? Is it to have a bunch of children and watch them … become, become … as ordinary as you, or … sit on the beach and hope that the sun never sets behind the horizon … "
Silby's merciless voice whipped Hoffa's soul. Coupled with the endless coldness, it caused his soul to tremble.
"What you're doing … is far from enough. You're, you're … wasting time, wasting your life. Your life is … worthless … because you've never truly served the world …"
"Bastard …"
The strong cold air made Silby's face as green as ice. Although his words deeply hurt Hoffa, he did not dare to let Silby freeze to death here. He pulled him into the gray shadow world.
He knelt on the barren land with Silby in his arms. Ghost Walk isolated them from the bitter cold, but it could not remove the ice and snow that had covered them. They were already frozen stiff.
Silby snapped his fingers in Hoffa's arms. He brought them back into the tunnel of time. But this time, they did not go forward. Time and space flowed backward, and the long and mottled tunnel of time flashed by.
Finally, the cold wind stopped howling, and the temperature of their bodies gradually rose.
When Hoffa's eyes could see again, he maintained his kneeling position and returned to the Tower of Babel. From the distant ancient era to 1945, he returned to the Dream God.
If it were not for the ice and snow brought back from hundreds of millions of years ago that was still melting in front of him, he would almost think that he had an absurd dream.
After the temperature rose, Silby finally stopped stuttering. He said, "You don't believe in the world, and you talked nonsense with me in the dream. But the truth is far from what you think. Look at the extinction of these creatures, look at the most terrible disaster in history. In reality, if it weren't for these disasters, no one would have appeared, and there wouldn't have been any observations. Compared to that, what was my plan worth? It's just a drop in the ocean. "
He said softly, "Life is more tenacious than you think. I want the world to become better. You know what to do. Hoffa, help me!"
Hoffa pushed his hand away, stood up, and looked at him with a horrified expression. "No … no … that's impossible …"
He could not refute Silby's words, but he did not want to help him. If he helped him, the opportunity to familiarize himself with the future would be completely cut off. His future would inevitably be another world, a completely unknown world.
"Is that so?" Silby said flatly.
"I don't know how to help you. Go find someone else," Hoffa said firmly.
"Aren't you here to defeat me? I'm here now. "Silby spread his hands." Come on, continue. "
Huo Fa was suddenly enraged. It was the anger of being schemed against by the other party all this while, as well as his shameless playfulness.
"Do you think I'll fall into the same pit twice!? Do you think I'll use the Mind Flow Curse in front of you? Just like when I used the Shield Curse in the Hogwarts? "
He said angrily. "Why would I use the curse you developed to attack you? Ever since I returned to this time and space, you've been trying to make me learn the Mind Flow Curse. But I'm sorry, I don't know how to use it now!"
Silby was slightly shocked, but he quickly regained his composure.
"That's a pity. It's a pity that I don't have time to train another opponent," he muttered. "Since you've seen through my thoughts, then kill me. The ending won't be any different. Savior, you've won."
After saying that, he sat down, lowered his head, and stretched out his neck for the kill.
Hoffa's face was fierce. He strode forward and placed his hand on Silby's neck, but he couldn't bring himself to break it.
"What?" Silby looked up in confusion. "You can't bring yourself to do it? Am I not bad enough? "
Hoffa said, "You don't have to do this."
You don't have to do this. Silby shook his head with a mocking expression. "Do it."
Hoffa said, "I won't kill you, because those people are under your control in the dream. If you die, they'll die with you."
"Oh, you're worried about that." Silby took out his wand from his pocket and waved it casually. "End the dream."
The Dream God in the sky immediately opened his mouth, and endless bubbles floated out in all directions, slowly bursting in mid-air.
Silby put down his wand. "I'm done. Do it."
Hoffa didn't expect Silby to remove the dream so quickly. The process was almost unimaginably smooth. He hadn't done anything, and hadn't even said a few words. This made him even more at a loss.
He had stopped the explosion of the Hogwarts, and the fifty-year prison had only helped him revive Aglaia. Although he had killed Fatir and Chloe, killing Silby wouldn't change anything. He was already dead, and he was cursed. Even if he didn't kill him, how long could he last? On this 10,000-meter-tall tower, without food or water, he probably wouldn't last a day.
Looking at the body that belonged to Chloe, Hoffa seemed to have aged a few decades. He sighed. "End it … It's all over."
With that, he put down his arm, picked up his wand, and walked out of the platform, intending to leave.
However, when he walked to the edge of the platform at a height of ten thousand meters, a red light silently appeared on the ground. The light came from the European continent. It was like a firework. After it silently exploded, it quickly returned to normal.
But Hoffa knew that it was definitely not fireworks, because he was standing at a height of more than 10,000 meters. A fire that could be seen from a height of more than 10,000 meters must have been caused by a violent explosion.
Then, more fire exploded from various parts of the European continent, silent and dazzling under the night sky. It was as if small shiny mushrooms had grown out of the ground.
Hoffa suddenly turned around and stared at Silby. "What did you do?!" He had a hundred reasons to suspect that Silby had caused the series of explosions. After all, he had played with muggles' explosives before.
But Silby shook his head calmly. "I didn't do anything. I just woke them up according to what you said."
"How is that possible?!" Hoffa replied in disbelief. "Why is there such a big turmoil? Why are the flames of war suddenly burning everywhere?"
Silby stretched his neck and looked down for a moment. A hint of sarcasm appeared on his face. He said calmly, "Do you know about the stock market crisis of 1929?"
"Huh?" Hoffa did not know why Silby brought it up at this time.
"From 1927 onwards, the stock market soared. Those Americans had a fanatical dream of getting rich for two whole years. The dream grew bigger and bigger, and they all thought that they could reap without sowing. They made a fortune in the stock market and invested their life savings in it.
In the end, the stock market completely collapsed in 1929. When those stupid Americans woke up from their fanatical dream of getting rich, the cold reality completely defeated them. The disaster spread all over the world, and this was the origin of World War II.
And now, my dream is a hundred times better than the stock market dream of 1927. Now they have woken up. Although they are not dead, the reality has still defeated them. The same turmoil will spread all over the world in a few days. "
Silby looked at him sideways. "Since you dare to ask me to remove the dream, go and stop it. Savior, stop the biggest turmoil so far."
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As if a huge bubble burst, those who woke up from their dreams fell into a panic. On Wall Street in New York, people woke up from their dreams. In their dreams, each of them was a billionaire. The weather was fine, and they were sitting on a yacht in the harbor of Bartley. The yacht was full of world-famous models.
But when they woke up, they found themselves in ragged clothes, penniless, and standing in the bleak winter street. Mud and feces were under their feet. They were so hungry that they almost digested their stomachs. The economy had collapsed, and everything had returned to square one.
First, they fell into confusion in Zizi. Then, panic spread like a plague. In the blink of an eye, it spread to the whole city. They ran around and fell into a frenzied riot. They shouted crazily, "Where are those incompetent politicians? Let us go back and prosper again! Prosper again! Prosper again! "
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In a nursing home in Paris, a group of old ladies woke up from their dreams. In their dreams, each of them regained their youth and beauty. They would always be young and beautiful. They had countless suitors around them. The most arrogant entrepreneurs and politicians bowed in front of them, thinking that they could get close to them.
But after they woke up, they found themselves standing in the middle of a shabby sanatorium. Their skin was sagging, and they were as thin as a match. Age spots that looked like mold were growing all over their bodies. Their beauty and youth were gone like bubbles. Nobody would care what they were thinking anymore.
The cold truth made them cover their faces and run in all directions in panic, letting out ear-piercing screams. Let us go back, let us go back, this is not real!!
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In Japan, a group of far-right officers woke up from their dreams. In their dreams, they had planted the red and white sun flag in every inch of land in Asia. There, they had built another common empire. In that empire, the Yamato people had become the most superior race in the world.
But when they woke up, they found that the tanks had rusted and the planes had aged. They were living in a military camp that was only the size of a square inch. Their bodies were covered in dirty bandages.
They were stunned for a moment. Then, they rushed out of the military camp. They saw that the factories outside had collapsed. Energy was exhausted. The economy had collapsed. Warships had sunk. The red and white flag had fallen to the ground. It was as dirty as toilet paper.
The first officer who saw this scene committed seppuku. Then, more officers took out their weapons and shouted fanatical slogans. It was as if this could restore their confidence. No one knew who fired the first shot. Then, they fell into a state of great panic and killed each other.
It was not just Japan. Italy, Germany, and even Britain, France, Russia, and the United States were the same. Similar things were happening all over the world. People who were awake fell into despair. After falling into despair, they began to look for scapegoats to divert the despair in their hearts. But the only thing they could see was their companions beside them.
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.....
On the 10,000-meter tall tower, Silby stood up coldly with his hands on his knees. "In English, there is no word more harmful than 'you don't have to do this.' I don't have to share my magic power with the entire human race. You don't have to kill me. Let's just make do with each other. "
He walked step by step toward Hoffa. "But the truth is, I have to do this. You have to fight with me to the end!"
Hoffa pointed at him with a trembling finger. "You …"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosions on the ground came one after another. They were getting faster and faster. Even the Iberian Peninsula under their feet was quickly spread by the flames of war.
Silby approached step by step. "What kind of demand there is, what kind of supply there is. Do you think they don't know that they are dreaming? Of course, they know. They just don't want to wake up. "
"You …!!"
Hoffa was shocked beyond words. He did not expect that he would be crazier after waking up. He wanted to walk toward Silby, but the side effects of the Mind Flow Curse held him back.
Countless crazy thoughts rushed into his mind from all directions. Those were the crazy desires of countless dreamers. "Let us go back. Let us prosper again. Let us go back. Prosper again. Let us go back! Prosper again!!! "
"Ah!!"
Hoffa knelt on the ground with his head in his hands. That voice almost tore his brain into a pile of mush. Countless people longed to return to the Dream World. They hoped to return to the Garden of Eden. But they did not succeed. Their voices of despair reached Hoffa's ears through the mind. The torment in his heart almost drove him crazy.
"Ah!!!"
He grabbed his head and stumbled on the high platform. He fell, got up, and fell again. It was as if he could get rid of the voice in his head.
But it was of no use.
The voice was getting louder and louder. It was like a landslide, a tsunami, and a hurricane! While they were destroying the world without restraint, they also caused an unprecedented impact on Hoffa's mind.
Silby looked at Hoffa sadly. "You think that your opponent is me. But as Ravenclaw, your opponent will always be the greed, ignorance, and ignorance of this world."
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