Chapter 265 Where Will the Dream Go (Part 2)

"I don't know how you got here."

Morpheus's first words made Schiller frown, but he could feel that Morpheus was not lying.

If this kind of conceptual existence really doesn't want to say it, no one can force them. Although it is a bit annoying to throw clowns at people's homes, it is far from a threat. Since Morpheus chose to speak, it means that he is willing to speak, so there is no need to lie.

"But we found you the first time you came here."

"You? Who else is there besides you?"

"Destiny, everyone in the universe can't escape the eyes of destiny. He found you the first time you came here."

Schiller frowned. He didn't expect there was something about destiny here.

"Destiny" is the oldest and most special one in the Endless Family. It can even be said that he has transcended the Endless Family and is the highest existence in the entire DC multiverse.

Before the universe was born, the universe was recorded on the first page of the Book of Destiny, which means that destiny is above everything in the universe.

In most cases, Destiny is represented as a hooded man who has no eyes but observes everything, holding a book of souls in his hand. The book of souls is chained around his arm, but in the comics, he can take the book off his arm and give it to someone else.

"Book of Souls." Morpheus said a noun.

"It is a book that records everything in this universe, the past, present, and future, all visible and invisible things, everything that has appeared and has not appeared, all are recorded in this book..."

"Except you."

After Morpheus finished this conclusion, he stopped, and Schiller did not speak, and the room fell into silence.

After a while, Morpheus seemed to be lost in memories. He said, "One day, fate came to find me. This is a rare thing. Few people come to me."

"He told me that he found a person who was not recorded in the Book of Souls. We observed you together, but found nothing."

"In the past, it's not that there were no creatures from other universes coming to this universe, but as long as they entered this universe, their names would be engraved in the Book of Souls, and fate could write their stories in this book."

"But you appeared, but your name did not appear, so fate found me and hoped that I could observe you from the dream and find out the reason for this situation."

"I can observe anyone's dream from the dreamland. When I saw this magnificent building in your dream, I was really surprised." Morpheus' tone rose a little.

"I have never seen such a building in anyone's dream. I am very interested in it, but it is useless because I have no special reason to find you here..."

"Destiny told me that names that do not exist in the Book of Souls and people without stories are likely to seriously affect the coherence of the universe. He must complete your name and story."

"Destiny allowed me to anchor your existence in the dream, and then he began to write your name, but at this moment... you disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Schiller narrowed his eyes.

"That's right, at the moment when destiny wrote, you disappeared from this universe, and even I couldn't grab your dream."

"I can't describe to you what happened at that time because we have different perspectives, but the fact is that in an instant, you and your dream left here together."

"What does this mean?"

"Everywhere within the 'Wall of Origin'."

"I passed through the Wall of Origin?"

"We don't know whether you passed through the Wall of Origin. We didn't see anything."

Schiller's eyes were always narrowed. It was hard for you to believe that a nearly supreme conceptual existence in the DC universe told you that he saw nothing.

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the fact." Morpheus crossed his skinny fingers and said, "When you came back, fate did not act again, as if it acquiesced to all this. I don't know what he was thinking..."

"Why did all this happen when I was asleep?"

"I don't know." Morpheus shook his head, and then he said another guess.

"This may have something to do with my anchoring of your dream. This is just my guess... I don't know where your people went, but your dream has always carried the beacon I left behind, in your deep dream."

Schiller understood Morpheus's speculation. The beacon in the dream was like a rope tied to Schiller's body. When he left this universe for Marvel, this rope ensured that he could return to this universe again.

Of course, he knew that the crossing was most likely caused by the system, but he didn't ask Morpheus this because he was not sure whether fate and the Sandman had observed this mysterious system.

Morpheus explained everything to him, but it seemed that nothing was explained. Schiller asked, "Why didn't fate try to write my name in the Book of Souls again?"

"I don't know. He didn't tell me. From beginning to end, I just observed you in your dream for a while, and then left a beacon in your deep dream. As for the answers to those questions you want to know, you may have to ask fate in person."

Speaking of this, the sleep demon suddenly showed a somewhat strange expression and said: "No... I didn't suggest you go to his house to install a doorbell. You'd better not do this..."

"Since the existence of the universe, we have each performed our duties, and our work is by no means meaningless. The fields controlled by each member of the Endless Family are crucial to the universe, and so is fate."

"As I told you before, names that do not exist in the Book of Souls may cause damage to the universe. He hopes to write your name on it. This is one of his jobs, but in the end he gave up doing so. Although I don't know why, he must have his reasons. .”

“We are not interested in the existence of any individual. We don’t care how your life develops and what you do in your life…”

“When I first saw your dream, I was a little surprised. You are the first human who surprised me. Before that, no matter how many dreams I had, I didn’t have this feeling. ”

“Maybe this is what makes you special. Maybe you are special to every member of the Endless Family, but you haven’t come into contact with other members yet…”

“Other members?” Schiller thought about it and said, “Let’s not talk about the others for now. I should have come into contact with desire, right?”

Morpheus shook his head and said, “Desire doesn’t work at all.”

“I once heard a story from the wind blowing through the dreamland…” Morpheus’ tone always carries a poetic beauty.

"Death is my sister. Every person she takes away every day in every century makes her have a deeper understanding of her duties..."

"That is not a wonderful feeling. Feeling the inevitable fate of everything coming to an end is the price she pays for such great power. So I often wonder what price I will pay for my ability?"

Schiller seemed to be attracted by his description. He always liked these topics related to philosophy. He said: "I have always been curious about the perspective of high-dimensional creatures. I have been wondering, how will you think? What answers can you get?"

Morpheus showed a strange look again. Expression said: "Until today, you made me understand that it was not me who created the dream, but the dream that created me."

"The doorbell you put in made me feel that that was the price I had to pay for controlling the dream."

"He is too crazy and unreasonable. I have tried many methods, but he always finds a way to escape my control and make my home a mess."

Schiller heard Morpheus seemed to sigh slightly, and he said: "Maybe it is not me who controls the dream, but the dream that controls me..."

With his sigh, the rotating globe on the table slowly stopped. When Schiller woke up, the figure opposite him had disappeared, as if he had never been there.

Schiller stood up, walked behind the table, picked up the globe on the table, turned it with his hand, and let it spin slowly. Then he said to the air: "If a dream is too real, when you wake up, you will doubt whether you are still dreaming."

"And perhaps the price that the dream god has to pay is that he will never know whether he really exists or... just a dream."

Schiller's sigh echoed in the room. Suddenly, Jack, who was lying on the single sofa, woke up. He rubbed his eyes, sat up from the sofa, and then sat there with his mouth open, revealing a big smile.

He gestured with his own hands, as if he wanted to describe that he had just had a beautiful dream that made him extremely happy. Suddenly, his hands stopped in the air and froze, like the gap back to reality, which made him depressed all of a sudden. The corners of his mouth slowly fell, and then turned downward.

He sat on the sofa in disappointment, covered his face with his hands and said, "I'm back to this boring reality again, my God..."

Schiller looked at the globe in his hand and said to Jack, "Your boring days are almost over, Batman should be back soon."

Jack moved, raised his face, and showed his eyes from the gaps between his fingers, looked at Schiller and said, "Do you think I should prepare a big surprise for him to welcome him home?"

"It's up to you."

Schiller put the globe on the table, then turned back and took a book from the bookshelf.

Jack put his hands behind his back, whistled, and moved closer to the table, and then grabbed the globe in his arms before Schiller turned back.

He hugged the globe like a dance partner and said to it, "Look! My little baby... I love you so much, I can imagine how much happiness you will bring me, let's dance, right now..."

In the living room of the manor at dusk, Schiller sat behind the table and read quietly, while Jack hugged the globe and spun and danced in the living room.

The light of the setting sun poured into the room, and Jack danced round and round, with an intoxicated smile on his face.

When he stopped, the globe started to spin, and Jack's smile deepened.

At this time, Bruce's car sped along the road until a big sign appeared in his field of vision, which read: "Gotham Ahead".