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Chapter 832 Nightmare Dimension

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    Outside the Great World of Truth, at Space Station No. 4, Morrell left the Great World of Truth with Yitris.

    Traveling through the space and walking in the starry sky, Morrell was about to activate the power of the Infernal Gate and bring Yitris back to the Boya Great World.  An elegant study.

    "Dream?"

    After a moment of astonishment, Morrell quickly regained his composure when he realized that something was abnormal. Of course, at this moment, the power in his body was already close to boiling.

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

    A deep voice sounded, and a figure sitting behind the desk spoke, but before that, he was clearly there, but Morrell didn't see him.

    A black tuxedo, a silver chain exposed from a pocket watch in his breast pocket, gold-rimmed glasses, a teak pipe, flaxen curly hair, deep light blue eyes, a face in his forties, thin body, long face, and long hair.  With two mustaches and an interesting and kind smile on the corner of his mouth, a mature, steady but not dogmatic and knowledgeable image was reflected in Morel's eyes.

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

    Meeting Morel's gaze, the man spoke again.

    Hearing this, the thoughts in his mind changed for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Morrell bowed and made a greeting ceremony.

    "I have met the tower owner."

    At this moment, Morrell already knew the identity of the man. After all, there are not many people in this world who can pull him into a dream so effortlessly.

    "Don't be so polite, please sit down, and please forgive my presumptuousness."

    Stretching out his hand, the owner of the Eternal Tower, the eighth-level powerful wizard Hypnos sent an invitation to Morrell.

    Hearing this, without hesitation, Morell sat across from Hypnos, facing an eighth-level person, even if he was not the real body, he had no more choices, but fortunately, this eighth-level person was not  There was no ill will against him.

    "For a formal introduction, I am Hypnos, a seeker on the path of truth, a part-time novelist and a part-time drama creator."

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

    "Here, first of all, I would like to thank you for your help to Yemengade. That little guy was born because of me, but if he wants to really come out, he must get rid of my influence. I can't help him at this point  .¡±

    Having said that, Hypnos let out a sigh.

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

    Looking at Morel, his light blue eyes were clear, and Hypnos made his promise.

    Hearing this, Morel's heart was not at peace. Obviously, this rumored existence who has been sleeping in a boundless dreamland is very clear about everything.

    "Don't be nervous, the reason why I know these things so clearly is because this little guy, Yemengard, was not only born because of me, but also I watched him grow up, just like my child."

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

    Hearing this, Morel remained silent. Another meaning of this sentence is that there are very few things in this world that can't be hidden from him, it just depends on whether he wants to know or not.

    "Finally, it 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 liberal arts world. Judging from the current situation, you are the most suitable candidate. Of course, I  You will be paid accordingly.¡±

    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 pitch-black cover and a smear of blood in the middle appeared.  above the desk.

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

    "It's kind of ridiculous to say it. Many people call me the weaver of dreams and the creator of dreams, but in fact I rarely dream. I don't know until now. Even if I have lived for a long time, but  I only had three dreams in total."

    As he spoke, his body and mind relaxed, and his light blue eyes shone with memories. At this moment, Hypnos, who had broken the shackles of time and lived forever, recalled the past like an ordinary old man.

    "I was only ten years old when I first dreamed, and I was still a child, so?The time was when I officially embarked on the path of a wizard, and after that I had a piece of dreamland of my own. Of course, this may also be the first piece of dreamland in this void.  "

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

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

    As his fingertips ran across the pages of the book, Hypnos let out a sigh, as if he was feeling something.

    Hearing these words, Morrel'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 really makes people sigh is that each of his dreams is simple.

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

    His second dream created Jormungandr, creating a seventh-order great life in nothingness, which is a truly incredible miracle.

    Thinking of this, Morel unconsciously cast his eyes on the book on the desk that was as thick as a dictionary. As the product of Hypnos' third dream, or even the last dream, what kind of existence is he?  up?

    "Can I have a look at this book?"

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

    Hearing this, he suppressed his exclamation, and a gentle smile appeared on Hypnos's face.

    "certainly."

    Stretching out his hand, Hypnos made a gesture of invitation.

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

    Very light, like a feather, this was Morrell's first impression, but when he actually picked up the book, he felt an inexplicable heaviness, and the dark cover and the smear of blood made it even more impressive.  He felt a touch of absurdity and ominousness.

    A strange feeling intertwined, Morel reached out and opened the cover of the book.

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

    "Although this book is said to be a product of a dream, to a certain extent it can be regarded as a novel written by me. Most of the materials in it come from my experience of wandering in many worlds and dreamlands. Among them are the things I deliberately pursued.  , and some I have come into contact with unconsciously.¡±

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

    Eyes fell on Morel, Hypnos spoke softly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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