Chapter 582: Schiller Failed Again (Part 1)

Constantine no longer had the decadent attitude of a playful face. Smoke filled his brows. When his brows were pressed down, he looked a little indifferent, revealing the sense of distance in the bones of the British, making him look sexy in a British style.

Constantine squatted down and tilted his head to look at Morpheus. No one knew how beautiful the dream god was in his eyes.

But there was no doubt that when he looked at Morpheus's face, the intoxicated look would not lie. Perhaps, what he saw was not a certain person, but a beautiful dream that he had longed for but never got.

"Morpheus, I didn't get the answer I wanted last time I came to you, and you no longer allow me to enter the dreamland, so I can only use this method to say goodnight to you in person."

Constantine looked into Morpheus' eyes and said, "I knew from a very young age who I should go to when I want an answer, and I also knew that if he didn't want to tell me, I could ask him in another way..."

After fading away the cynical decadence, the sharpness, paranoia and indifference in Constantine's eyes were no different from those crazy people in Gotham.

Schiller, wearing a suit, stood next to Morpheus. He stood up straight, put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned his head and looked at the rainbow skyline in the distance of the dreamland. At this time, his shadow overlapped with Constantine's, and the temperaments of the two were inexplicably similar.

In this matter, their attitudes were similar, and no god would have the right to refuse to answer their questions because of his status as a god.

If you can't get an answer by inviting them to be your guests in a civilized way, then it's the same for them to point a gun at people, demons or gods.

Morpheus lay on the ground, looking at the sky with his eyes. He was not actually injured. The mental damage was much greater than the physical damage. When he saw the empty and desolate dreamland around him, and thought about the subsequent repairs, Morpheus knew that his long career had come to an end.

"You won't have a good dream." Morpheus looked at the sky of the dreamland with a dull look, where there were colorful clouds and misty fog. He said: "You... and you, and the person standing on the bow, you won't have a good dream."

He was referring to Constantine squatting in front of him, Schiller standing beside him, and Batman looking far away on the ship.

"This is not a curse, I am just telling you a fact. Only those who do not know the existence of the Dream Kingdom can have a truly beautiful dream."

"When you know that your dream is created by me and there is a special place to store all your dreams, you will never have a beautiful dream."

"This is the rule of the Dream Kingdom. Only those who are willing to give up the truth, not think about the source and destination of dreams, and fall asleep peacefully with expectations can have a truly beautiful dream."

"And you, you damn truth-first people, you broke in here and learned the truth of dreams, and dreams will no longer look for you."

Morpheus rolled his eyes, looked at Constantine, and said, "When you come here to me for a beautiful dream, instead of lying down, When you are in bed, relax your body, and close your eyes with hope, you have lost the qualification to dream. All those who know the existence of the god of dreams in this world will no longer dream. "

Morpheus looked at Constantine and said, "You have done it all yourself. You have made deals with too many demons. They will harass you in your dreams because you owe them a debt. Their appearance in your dreams is not a nightmare, but they are harassing your soul. This is not my business. "

"And the reason why I am willing to agree to your other request is that there is a kind of people in this world who are born with different powers from others, or curses. They are plagued by disasters and blood on their hands, but they have no other choice. "

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Constantine asked him.

Morpheus took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "You and this man broke into the dreamland and threw a big bomb here, blowing my home beyond recognition. You actually asked me if I sympathized with you?!"

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Constantine stood up and looked at the sky of the dreamland. At this angle, no one could see whether he felt sad because of this truth.

Perhaps, chasing a beautiful dream seems very childish, not like what adults should do, nor like what Hell Detective Constantine should do, but he still stubbornly wants to get the truth.

Constantine was silent for a while, then turned to look at Batman and said in a voice that Batman could just hear: "...This is magic. When you are trying to pursue the truth, you have already lost everything."

He took a few puffs of cigarettes, exhaled smoke, and that dissolute smile climbed onto his face again. He said to Schiller in a brisk tone: "Well, it seems that this matter has come to an end. You have also repaid the favor I helped you deal with those guys with green lights before."

He threw the cigarette butt that was about to go out on the ground, stepped on it with his foot, then bent down, stretched out his hand, pulled Morpheus up, and said to him: "Sorry, I just want the truth."

"Don't worry." Schiller took out another cigarette from his suit pocket and lit it. He took out another one and handed it to Morpheus. Morpheus didn't take it with a dark face, but Schiller didn't mind.

"He came to you just to seek an answer, but I don't. I don't need a sweet dream." Schiller looked at Morpheus, and his eyes made Morpheus feel a little cold on his back. Soon, Morpheus found that this was not his illusion.

"It's like this. Constantine told me the story of his encounter with you before. I heard that you have believers, right?"

Morpheus snorted in annoyance, but did not refute. Seeing Schiller staring at him, he could only say: "Managing dreams is also very troublesome. Everyone has different amounts of good dreams and nightmares, and the combination of elements in dreams is also different. I need someone to help me manage these."

"Although humans are not the most diligent in work, you have the deepest understanding of dreams and your brains are still quite flexible, so I do have a few human believers. Why are you asking this?"

"It's like this, Your Majesty Morpheus, I know very well how powerful your divine power is and how vast your divine authority is, but a few human believers are really hard to match your noble status."

"As far as I know, , your brothers and sisters should have more believers than you. I heard Constantine say that human souls and beliefs have special meanings for all gods..."

"I have studied human consciousness and dreams for many years, and I know the vastness of the dream world. This is an unknown land that has aroused the curiosity of mankind throughout the ages. I think your great achievements should be better spread..."

Morpheus felt more and more wrong as he listened. He took two steps back vigilantly. I looked at Schiller and asked, "...What do you want to do? ? ? "

"As the saying goes, every profession has its own specialty. If you want to develop faith, you must have enough believers. If you want to increase believers, you must have someone to preach. If you want to preach with the highest efficiency, there must always be someone to organize them. Perhaps... Do you need a professional teacher? Where is the emperor?"

"I don't need..."

"Listen to me first. I know you are probably thinking that after we leave, you will find a poor guy and throw this mess to him, and then you will be free."

"But last time, I asked about fate and didn't get an answer. So, after leaving here, I have to find a way to find a doorbell and see if I can knock on the door of fate."

"Oh, by the way, something happened before that made me think deeply about death. Death is also a very attractive mystery to me. I am looking forward to having a conversation with death..."

Morpheus's face became more and more ugly. He looked at Schiller and asked, "Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not, I'm just narrating A possible fact. "

"Then do you know what you are doing? In our view, you and all human beings are as small as dust. Your life and death are only a thought away for the Endless Family. "

"Oh, really? Then why don't you persuade fate to write my name in his book? "

Morpheus was choked, Schiller restrained the smile on his face, he looked at Morpheus and said seriously: "I remember that when we met last time, you told me that all members of the Endless Family must pay the price for their great divine power. "

"The price of death is to witness every death with your own eyes, and you, perhaps the price you have to pay is that you will never know whether you really exist or it is just a dream. "

"You have to give up the divine power of the dream god and hand over the dream kingdom to others. If one day, you find that you are not really there, or you don't have to exist, then just like the dream will eventually wake up, you will disappear completely. "

Schiller's words are not alarmist, because in the comics, Morpheus is indeed dead, he committed suicide.

In the comic "Sandman", when Morpheus decided not to serve as the master of the dream kingdom anymore, he allowed the three witches to kill him, and another member of the Endless Family took him away by death. When the dream god representing the dream chose death, it meant that the dream woke up.

Just like all dreams, when the dream is broken, people wake up from the dream and return to reality, the dream disappears forever, and there will never be a second dream like it in the world.

Perhaps, this is the price Morpheus has to pay for his great power. As long as it is a dream, there will be a day to wake up.

However, Schiller has a way to make a dream never wake up, because in his consciousness space, the dreamer and the one who controls the real world are not the same personality, which means that he has many endless dreams.

"I remember that when we first met, you said that you had never seen the tower in anyone's dream world. "

"Since you are planning to give up your current job, why don't you book a room with beautiful scenery and comfortable conditions for your retirement trip in advance?"

Morpheus opened his mouth. He didn't expect that Schiller came to talk to him about this, but he was not stupid. He said: "... Then who caused me to give up my current job?"

Constantine lowered his head to study the flowers and plants under his feet, and Schiller looked up to count the clouds in the sky.

Morpheus sighed, and he had to admit that he wanted to give up the dream kingdom and find a new owner for it, not entirely because Schiller came here to make trouble.

He is a god with a stronger humanity in the Endless Family. Because it is not entirely a concept of rules, he will also be infected in various ways. Since the dreams of humans in the dreams he manages are varied, Morpheus will be more or less affected.

"Perhaps, I should tell you a fact, which will make you feel more balanced in your heart." Morpheus said a little helplessly: "It's not just you who don't have beautiful dreams, but also me."

"From the day I was born, I have been facing endless work. Such a long and endless life is not a beautiful dream. If it goes on like this, I won't be able to bring beautiful dreams to others."

As the master of the dream world, Morpheus has almost unlimited power. He is the dream, and the dream is him. If he has problems with himself, the dreams of all creatures in the universe will be affected.

After he began to get bored with the endless work, the source of beautiful dreams became exhausted. If this continued, all that would be left for all living things would be nightmares.

So, when he realized that he was no longer passionate about this job, he knew that he should retire.

Schiller's actions of ringing the doorbell and driving in by boat can only be said to have accelerated Morpheus's retirement, but without him, Morpheus would eventually give up the dreamland and return to the embrace of death, just like in the comics.

When Morpheus' attitude began to waver, Schiller keenly noticed this, so he said:

"In fact, I didn't come here to apply for the job on a whim."

"I am a fairly experienced pope. If you don't believe it, I invite you to enter my dream. The gods I once believed in will confirm what I said..."

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