, falling from the sky.

Under the flowers, a huge Silby stone sculpture was built against the mountain, thousands of meters high. It maintained a smiling gesture of holding flowers, just like the Buddha.

Milky white spring water poured down from between his fingers. On the grass at his feet, countless men and women were running happily. They were naked, and everyone was as handsome as an angel. Milk was flowing in the mountains and rivers, and colorful flowers grew on the grass.

Fruits and colorful rainbows hang from the sky.

Some people were lying on a pile of money as high as a mountain and drinking, some were hugging their lovers under a tree, and some were sitting in front of a table more than ten meters long, overeating and eating too much of the exquisite food.

Everything is indescribably beautiful.

The happiest heaven is nothing more than this.

The warm breeze blew over Hoffa's head. He stood on the grass with his eyes wide open. After experiencing the cold cruelty just now and looking at the wonderful thing now, one can imagine the complexity of his psychology.

Little Monster: "This is the real world in their eyes. Most people can no longer distinguish the difference between dreams and reality. If everyone thinks that this kind of life is real, what is the need to resist?"

"Hehehehehehaha..."

With cheerful laughter, several little angel-like girls ran past Hoffa, chasing an extremely happy boy behind them.

My vision went dark, and the wonderful dream like a classical oil painting disappeared.

...

...

Hoffa, who had just woken up from his dream, sat on a chair.

Cold sweat had penetrated his back at some point, and he returned from the dream to reality, surrounded by scattered musical instruments and unconscious band members.

Thousands of people watching his performance in the theater all fell to the ground and fell asleep unconsciously. At this moment, Hoffa could really see the appearance of those who came to the theater to watch his performance. They might be impoverished homeless people.

, or drug addicts, or unemployed vagrants waiting for work, or youthful and rebellious punk teenagers...

"call."

He let out a long sigh.

Ta-ta-ta...

Behind the silent stage, the footsteps of the God of Nightmares could be heard.

The blond woman walked around from behind Hoffa and said calmly and indifferently: "Who would believe that this cold and rough world is real if they are not forced to do so."

"Isn't this exactly what you want?" Hoffa said softly: "If everyone believed in you and lived in a dream, wouldn't it be just around the corner for you to regain your ancient physique?"

"You got it wrong. I am the God of Nightmares, not the God of Dreams." The blonde woman said coldly: "Silby Spencer used me and blasphemed me. He will pay the price for it."

"Then let him pay the price and let him have nightmares."

"I can't do it," said the Nightmare God.

"Why?"

"He can withstand all nightmares and stay awake forever, so there's nothing I can do against him."

"As expected of Silby, even the gods can't do anything to you." Hoffa half laughed at himself and said to himself: "However, you, the god of nightmares, can't kill a cursed guy. He has a little magic.

You can't use it, you just destroy him."

"Do you have some misunderstanding about the gods?" the blonde woman said, "We are the embodiment of the laws of the world, represent the rules, and absolutely obey the laws. I am a nightmare. According to the rules, I cannot interfere with reality.

Even if you want to kill Silby and gain freedom, you must support another human being to kill him and never do it yourself. Just like the God of Death will never take the initiative to stretch out his sickle in front of a mortal, he can only kill people.

It’s human.”

"So you also want me to go back fifty years ago?"

"good."

"You are still really outspoken about your goals." Hoffa covered his face.

The blond woman stared at him until his scalp was numb.

Hoffa raised his head, "I don't want to be anyone's tool, including you, the god of nightmares, the youngest son of Leviathan."

The blonde woman said slowly: "You have no choice."

"I have a choice." Hoffa clenched his fists.

"Sorry, I know what you are thinking, but your existence in the real world at this moment is not as stable as you think." The woman turned around and turned her back to him, "The existence of this world is based on your defeat of Silby Spencer.

Based on Searle, but the longer you stay in this world, the less true this result becomes.

When the time you stay in this world exceeds a certain threshold, the world will be replaced by the nightmare world created by Silby Spencer more quickly.
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