Chapter 801 Nightmare Dimension

Outside the Great World of Truth, on the No. 4 space station, Morrell left the Great World of Truth with Yitris.

Traveling through the space and walking in the starry sky, Morrell was about to activate the power of the Infernal Gate and bring Yitris back to the Boya Great World. An elegant study.

"Dream?"

After a moment of astonishment, Morrel quickly regained his composure when he realized that something was abnormal. Of course, at this moment, the power in his body was already close to boiling.

"Yes, Dreamland, to be precise, this is the office of the Dreamland librarian."

A deep voice sounded, and a figure sitting behind the desk spoke, but before that, he was clearly there, but Morrell didn't see him.

A black tuxedo, a silver chain exposed from a pocket watch in his breast pocket, gold-rimmed glasses, a teak pipe, flaxen curly hair, deep light blue eyes, and a face in his forties, with a thin body and a long face. With two mustaches and an interesting and kind smile on the corner of his mouth, a mature, steady but not dogmatic and knowledgeable image was reflected in Morel's eyes.

"I'm sorry to meet you in this way, Sean, but I just woke up, and it's not suitable for me to go directly to the Boya World at the moment."

Meeting Morel's gaze, the man spoke again.

Hearing this, the thoughts in his mind changed for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Morrell bowed and made a greeting ceremony.

"Meet the tower master."

At this moment, Morrell already knew the identity of the man. After all, there are not many people in this world who can pull him into a dream so effortlessly.

"Don't be so polite, please sit down, and please forgive my presumptuousness."

Stretching out his hand, Hypnos, the master of the Eternal Tower and the eighth-level powerful wizard, sent an invitation to Morrell.

Hearing this, without hesitation, Morell sat across from Hypnos, facing an eighth-level person, even if he was not the real body, he had no more choices, but fortunately, this eighth-level person was not There was no ill will against him.

"For a formal introduction, I'm Hypnos, a seeker on the path of truth, a part-time writer and a part-time drama creator."

Everything returned to the ordinary. Sitting opposite Morel, Hypnos seemed like a mature, talkative, lively scholar with a friendly attitude and no alienation as imagined.

"it's here,

First of all, I would like to thank you for your help to Yermungad. That little guy was born because of me, but if he wants to really come out, he must get rid of my influence. I can't help him on this point. "

Having said that, Hypnos let out a sigh.

"In return, you can pick a book from this study to take away."

Looking at Morel, his light blue eyes were clear, and Hypnos made his promise.

Hearing this, Morrell's heart was not at peace. Apparently, this rumored existence who had been sleeping in a boundless dream was very clear about everything.

"Don't be nervous, the reason why I know these things so clearly is because this little guy, Yemengade, was not only born because of me, but also grew up under my watch, just like my child."

As if seeing through Morel's thoughts, Hypnos added with a smile.

Hearing this, Morel remained silent. Another implication of this sentence is that there are few things in this world that cannot be hidden from him, it just depends on whether he wants to know or not.

"Finally, it is also an important reason why I took the liberty to invite you here this time. I hope you can help me bring this book into the liberal arts world. Judging from the current situation, you are the most suitable candidate. Of course, I You will be paid accordingly.”

Looking at the silent Morel, Hypnos stated his main purpose this time, and as his words fell, a book as thick as a dictionary with a pitch-black cover and a smear of blood in the middle appeared. above the desk.

Stretching out his hand and stroking the cover of the book with his slightly withered palm, Hypnos showed a hint of regret on his face.

"It's kind of ridiculous to say it. Many people call me the weaver of dreams and the creator of dreams, but in fact I rarely dream. I don't know until now. Even if I have lived for a long time, but I only had three dreams in total."

As he spoke, his body and mind relaxed, and his light blue eyes shone with remembrance. At this moment, Hypnos, who had already cut off the shackles of time and lived forever, recalled the past like an ordinary old man.

"I was only ten years old when I dreamed for the first time, and I was still a child. At that time, I officially embarked on the path of a wizard. After that, I had a piece of dream land of my own. Of course, this may also be this void. The first piece of dream land."

"The second dream was tens of thousands of years ago. I don't remember clearly. After that time, Yermungand was born."

"The third dream was not long ago. This book is the product of this dream. I have a hunch that this should be my last dream if nothing else happens."

Scratching the pages of the book with his fingertips, Hypnos let out a sigh, as if he was feeling something.

Hearing these words, Morrel's heart was shaken.

As a dream weaver, Hypnos only had three dreams of his own in his life, which is a bit surprising, but what really makes people sigh is that each of his dreams is simple.

His first dream gave birth to the first piece of dream land in the void, perhaps it was because of the existence of this piece of dream land that Hypnos discovered and opened up the road of dreams.

His second dream created Yemengard, creating a seventh-order great life in nothingness, which is a truly incredible miracle.

Thinking of this, Morel unconsciously cast his eyes on the book on the desk that was as thick as a dictionary. As the product of Hypnos' third dream, or even the last dream, what kind of existence is he? up?

"Can I have a look at this book?"

Curiosity spread in his heart, and Morell did not deliberately suppress it.

Hearing this, he suppressed his exclamation, and a gentle smile appeared on Hypnos's face.

"certainly."

Stretching out his hand, Hypnos made a gesture of invitation.

Hearing this, Morel reached out and picked up the book.

Very light, like a feather, this was Morrell's first feeling, but when he actually picked up the book, he felt an inexplicable heaviness, and the dark cover and the blood color made him feel even more He felt a touch of absurdity and ominousness.

Strange feelings intertwined, and Morel reached out and opened the cover of the book.

Do you want to know the true meaning of life? A simple question, written in blood, is the preface of this book. Looking at such a sentence, Morel's eyes froze.

"Although this book is said to be a product of a dream, to a certain extent it is also a book written by me. Most of the materials in it come from my experience of wandering in many worlds and dreamlands, and some of them I deliberately pursued. There are also those that I have come into contact with unconsciously."

"Of course, compared to the traditional sense, this one can be said to be incomplete, or it can be said to be open-ended. It is absurd but all-encompassing. I named it Nightmare Space."

His eyes fell on Morrell, and Hypnos spoke softly.

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