Chapter 801 Nightmare Space

Outside the Big World of Truth, at Space Station No. 4, Morel took Itris and left the Big World of Truth from here.

Traveling through space and walking in the starry sky, Morel was ready to activate the power of the Gate of Infinity and take Idris back to the Boya World. But just as the idea came to him, after taking a step forward, he suddenly found himself in a place. An elegant study room.

"Dream?"

After being stunned for a moment, Morel quickly regained his composure after realizing something was abnormal. Of course, at this moment, the power in his body was close to boiling.

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

The low voice sounded, and a figure sitting behind the desk spoke. Before that, He was clearly there, but Morel did not see Him.

Black tuxedo, silver chain showing pocket watch in breast pocket, gold-rimmed glasses, teak pipe, flaxen curly hair, deep light blue eyes, face in his forties, thin body, long face, and haircut With a mustache and an interesting and kind smile, a mature and steady but not rigid and erudite image came into Morrel's eyes.

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

Facing Morell's gaze, the man spoke again.

After hearing this, the thoughts in his mind changed in a flash, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Morel bowed and made a greeting.

"I've met the tower master."

At this moment, Morel already knew the man's identity. After all, there were not many people in this world who could pull him into a dream so effortlessly.

"No need to be so polite, please sit down, and please forgive me for being presumptuous."

Stretching out his hand, the owner of the Eternal Tower, the eighth-level powerful wizard Xiupnos, extended an invitation to Morel.

Hearing this, without hesitation, Morel sat opposite Hypnos, facing an eighth-level person. Even if he was not the real person, he had no more choices, but fortunately, this eighth-level person did not No ill will towards Him.

"Formal introduction, I am Hypnos, seeker on the path of truth, part-time homemaker and part-time theater creator."

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

"it's here,

First of all, I want to thank you for your help to Jormungandr. That little guy was born because of me, but if you want to truly come out, you must get rid of my influence. I can't help him at this point. "

At this point, Hypnos sighed.

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

Looking at Morell, his light blue eyes were clear, and Hypnos gave his promise.

Hearing this, Morel's heart was not at peace. Apparently, this being who was rumored to have 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 Jörmungandr was not only born because of me, but also grew up under my watch, just like my child."

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

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

"The last one 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 world of liberal arts. Judging from the current situation, you are the most suitable candidate. Of course, I Corresponding remuneration will also be paid.”

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 dark cover and a piercing blood in the middle appeared. On top of the desk.

Stretching out his hand and touching the cover of the book with his slightly dry palm, Hypnos had a look of sadness on his face.

"It's a bit ridiculous to say that many people call me the weaver of dreams and the creator of dreams, but in fact I rarely dream. It's unknown until now. Even though I have lived for a long time, I still have no dreams. I have only had three dreams in total."

As he spoke, his body and mind relaxed, his light blue eyes flashed with memories. At this moment, Hypnos, who had cut off the shackles of time and became immortal, was recalling the past like an ordinary old man.

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

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

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

As his fingertips ran across the pages of the book, Hypnos sighed, seeming to be feeling something.

Hearing these words, Morel'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 is really amazing is that each of his dreams is simple.

His first dream gave birth to the first dreamland in this void. Perhaps it was the existence of this dreamland that led Hypnos to discover and open up the path of dreams.

His second dream created Jormungandr, a great seventh-level life in nothingness, which was a truly incredible miracle.

Thinking of this, Morel unconsciously turned his attention to the thick dictionary-like book on the desk. As Hypnos's third dream, or even the product of his last dream, what kind of existence is he? Already?

"Can I have a look at this book?"

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

Hearing this, he restrained his sighs and a gentle smile appeared on Hypnos' face.

"certainly."

Extending his hand, Hypnos made a gesture of invitation.

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

It was very light, like a feather. This was Morel's first feeling. But when he actually picked up the book, he felt an inexplicable heaviness. The dark cover and the touch of blood made it even more... He felt a touch of absurdity and ominousness.

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

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

"Although this book is said to be the product of a dream, to a certain extent it can also be regarded as a book written by me. Most of the materials in it come from my experience of wandering around the dreamlands of many worlds, and some of them are what I deliberately pursued. There are also things I’ve been exposed to unconsciously.”

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

His eyes fell on Morel, Hypnos spoke softly.

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