Inside the glass ball, the little octopus-like monster was flashing with a strange pulsing light. Its four tentacles were shaking regularly. In the black mass inside the empty shell's head, there was a white light spot similar to an eye.

This little thing had communicated with me once before, that was before I met Ryan, but that time, it didn't speak, it only flickered.

"Did you hear me?"

It had no mouth or openings, but the sound was transmitted to Hoffa's mind very accurately. It was a very magical experience, and he found that he could do the same, as if instinctively. He held the glass ball,

Look at it carefully and use your mind: "Are you talking to me?"

"If not me, who else?"

The little monster in the glass ball flew around in a circle, and pulses of light like electric current shone from time to time in the chaotic black mist of the empty head.

"what do you?"

"The God of Nightmares, the youngest son of Leviathan, and one of the ancient gods." The tentacle monster said.

Hoffa: "......"

If someone claimed to be a god in front of him before, he would definitely add a sutra to him. But after experiencing so many strange stories, he did not doubt this little monster's words at all. After all, he had just said

Seeing the huge shadow in the moon, these things are difficult to understand even from a magical perspective, and can only be described as miracles.

"Did you bring us the nightmare in the sea before?"

"Yes, everyone who meets me will fall into nightmares, and I take pleasure in it." The tentacle monster was not embarrassed at all. It admitted openly, and its voice had no fluctuations or fluctuations.

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"I want to make it clear that I never wanted to kill you. The deaths of those people have nothing to do with me. I just gave you a dream. The contents of the dream are all projections of your own inner uneasiness."

Hoffa thought about it carefully and found that what this guy said was true. It was just that he still found it difficult to accept that a god suddenly appeared beside him. This kind of thing had a big impact on his world view.

"What exactly are gods...?"

He had seen the power of the God of Death before, and now he met a guy who claimed to be the youngest son of the Ancient God. He became more curious about the origin of the world.

"If I have to explain it to you, the gods are like a kind of memory, a kind of inheritance, or more specifically, a synthesis of ideas. When a person is alive, some people know him and some people remember him. But when

He dies, and after the last person completely forgets about him, he ceases to exist.

The same goes for gods. When people believe that gods exist, no matter whether they are evil, good, scary, benevolent, crazy, or rational, then they will exist.

But people don’t believe in the existence of gods. When people’s thinking is exhausted by endless daily life, when people no longer think and no longer need gods, then gods will no longer exist.”

As it said, it continued to float in a circle, "Look, now I'm only as big as a palm. In ancient times, I existed in everyone's dreams, floating in the universe of thinking, running rampant. Even God couldn't control me.

Behavior.

That's because people fear dreams and worship dreams, but now, they no longer care about dreams. This trend becomes stronger as time goes by. I have a hunch that maybe fifty years from now, I will become

Only the size of an ant."

The little monster said a lot, but Hoffa felt conflicted when he heard it.

"From what you're saying, it sounds like God is man-made."

"Maybe." The little monster's answer was ambiguous.

Hoffa looked at his chest. The three-ring scar on his heart was beating slightly like a mark of some kind. It was hard to imagine what kind of power it took to heal such a fatal wound in a short time.

He held the glass ball curiously, "Then why didn't you say anything before?"

"I'm saying, I even warned you to stay away from that believer in the God of Death, but you can't hear or understand my language."

The unknown creature in the glass ball said: "I am not a human being, and I cannot communicate with you through language. However, you now have part of the power of the ancient gods in your body, and you are barely my kind, so you can hear me now Speak."

"The power of the ancient gods...wait a minute, are you the one who saved me and repaired my wounds?"

"It wasn't me, it was the power of the Night God that saved you. Rather than saving it, it's better to say that you deprived him of part of his power and allowed your own life to continue. Look at the scar on your chest, that's The totem of the night god, ancient ancestors would carve this thing on their chests to pray for the blessing of the night."

"I deprive...the power of the gods?"

"It wanted to transform you into a blood relative, but it didn't succeed." It rolled around in the glass ball. "Some wizards are more stubborn, and you seem to be a typical example of them. This means that the gods don't like to interact with wizards very much. Reason for dealing with.”

Hoffa thought for a moment. He thought of the huge spiritual power he encountered in the blood pool. Before that power, the spiritual power he was proud of was like the difference between a mouse and an elephant. He knew , I am absolutely no match for that power.

"I don't think I have the capital to deprive it of its power." He said slowly: "On your side, after I made my choice, the power of the God of Night faded."

"I am also a member of the ancient gods. You have chosen me. What can it do? Do you want to start a divine war with me? The times have changed. It is no longer a world ruled by gods. It is also a small god who is lingering. , we don’t have the strength to bother anymore.”

Speaking of this, Hoffa gradually understood his situation. Compared to becoming a vampire, nightmares sounded acceptable. However, who do you think he is now? A believer in the God of Nightmares? Merlin Beard, he can't even have nightmares. God knows nothing, and he also knows nothing about the purpose of the thing in the glass ball."

"You are not my believer."

The monster in the glass ball suddenly said, "As for my purpose, I want to restore the physique of ancient times, just like what you saw in the dream. I am too unhealthy now."

"Are you reading my mind?"

Hoffa became extremely vigilant and held the glass ball away from a distance, as if it were a nuclear warhead.

"How else would I communicate with you?"

"Stop coming, if you do this again I will throw you away directly."

Hoffa was about to throw it away, and he said decisively: "No one can read my mind."

"Understandable."

The little monster's head shook inside the glass ball, as if a human being was nodding: "After all, you are still a member of the human race. Everyone thinks that their own thinking is unique and inviolable. But in my opinion, everyone's They all have similar ideas. In order to survive, you need benefits, in order to reproduce, you need sex, and in order to survive, you need emotions. I have read the thoughts of hundreds of millions of people, and with all due respect, your thoughts are no different from theirs... .”

Snap.

The glass ball drew an arc in the sky, flew thousands of meters away, and disappeared into the sky.

Hoffa looked at his palms, and an indescribable uneasiness surged into his heart. He didn't know why that guy sounded a bit like him, especially the tone that seemed to see everything in the world, "Am I usually so annoying?

"He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"If you like throwing things, you can play baseball later."

The voice sounded in his mind again.

"Holy shit!"

Hoffa was startled when he saw a flash of silver light in the sky. The glass ball he threw came back like a meteorite, hitting him accurately in the head, as if what he had just thrown was a boomerang.

, rather than a glass ball.

"Why are you still here!?"

Hoffa said angrily, covering his head.

"Since the moment you touched me in the dream world, some force majeure has locked our fate together. Maybe you should call me your partner and treat me better. After all, I just saved the life of Yagami."

Pass you."

"Why are you so kind in saving me? Maybe you want to take over my body, then devour my soul and turn me into your slave."

"That's what Night God does."

Regarding Hoffa's vicious accusation, the little monster seemed very calm. In fact, his tone did not fluctuate from beginning to end, like a machine without emotion, "I said my purpose, I want to restore the power of ancient times, and you

You should be able to help me, so I saved you."

"Then why don't you let me read your mind?"

Hoffa was unwilling.

"Yes, as long as you want you to grow to that point."

said the monster in the glass ball.

"I'm not interested. I'm a human being. I still want to be normal."

Perhaps to reflect the fact that he is a human being, Hoffa specifically said these words with his mouth.

"Okay."

The monster in the glass ball said calmly, "I do this just to facilitate communication and not waste time, but if you feel that I disrespect you, then I don't have to do it."

Hoffa picked up the glass ball and looked at the monster in the ball with some fear. His palms felt a little hot. The monster in the glass ball was also looking at him.

At this time, a feeling of intimacy arose, as if they had known each other for a long time. He remembered that it was the same when he was in the deep sea of ​​dreams, and he had a strange empathy for this monster.

After a while, he suppressed the unknown feeling in his heart and turned his mind to business. Mance took Chloe away. The fate of the nun was at stake, but he knew nothing about the man.

How did Gua survive being stabbed through the heart with a knife?

"Since you said we are partners, can you answer my question?" he asked, holding up the glass ball.

"certainly."

said the little monster in the glass ball.

Hoffa: "I didn't kill the guy. I stuck the knife into his chest, but he didn't do anything. How did he do it? Is he also a vampire?"

"Only the top vampires can survive the destruction of their bodies, but Mullemans is not like that. The reason why he is immortal is because his soul is not in him, and it is meaningless no matter how much you do to his body.

"." The little monster said: "He is a believer in the God of Death, and the God of Death has already taken away his soul."

"I do not understand."

Hoffa looked confused.
To be continued...