In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 265: Where will the dream go (in)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

Murphys' first sentence made Schiller frown, but he could feel that Murphys was not lying.

If you really don't want to talk about this kind of conceptual existence, then no one can force them. Although it is a bit annoying to throw a clown at someone's house, it is far from the level of threat. Since Murphys chooses to speak, he will It means that he is willing to speak, so there is no need to lie anymore.

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

"You? Who else but you?"

"Fate, everyone in the universe cannot escape the eyes of fate. He discovered you the first time you came here."

Schiller frowned, he didn't expect there to be fate 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 higher than everything in the universe.

For the most part, Destiny appears as a hooded man who has no eyes but observes everything while holding a book of souls wrapped in chains around his arms on, but it's also shown in the comics that he can take the book off his arm and give it to someone else.

"Book of Souls." Murphys said a noun.

"That is a book that records everything in this universe. The past, present, and future, all tangible and intangible things, all things that appear and do not appear, are all recorded in this book..."

"Except for you."

After Murphys finished his conclusion, he stopped, and Schiller didn't speak, and the room fell into silence.

After a while, Murphys also seemed to be lost in memory. He said: "On a certain day, fate came to find me. This is a rare thing. Few people come to me."

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

"In the past, it was not that there were no beings from other universes who came to this universe, but as long as they entered this universe, their names would definitely be engraved on the book of souls, and fate could write them in this book. story."

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

"I can observe anyone's dream from the dream kingdom, when I saw this magnificent building in your dream, I was indeed taken aback." Murphys' tone increased a little.

"I've never seen such a building in anyone's dream, I'm very interested in it, but it doesn't help, because I didn't find your special reason here..."

"Fate told me that a name that does not exist in the book of souls, a person without a story, is likely to seriously affect the coherence of the universe, and he must complete your name and story."

"Fate let me 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 fate put pen to paper, you disappeared from this universe, and even I couldn't catch your dream."

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

"What does this mean?"

"Everywhere within the 'Wall of Origin'."

"I passed through the wall of origin?"

"We don't know if you passed through the wall of origin, we didn't see anything."

Schiller's eyes are squinting all the time, and it's hard to believe that a near-supreme conceptual being of the DC universe is telling you that he doesn't see anything.

"Whether you believe it or not, it's the truth." Murphys crossed his thin fingers together, and he said, "When you came back, fate didn't act again, it seemed to acquiesce to all this, I I don't know what he's thinking..."

"Then why is this happening while I'm asleep?"

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

"This may have something to do with my anchoring of your dreams, this is just my guess... I don't know where your people have gone, but your dreams have always carried the beacons I left behind, In your deepest dreams."

Schiller understood Murphys' speculation. The beacon of the dream was like a rope tied to Schiller's body. Back to this universe.

Of course he knew that the time travel was probably caused by the system, but he didn't ask Murphys that way, because he wasn't sure whether fate and Sandman had observed this mysterious system.

Morpheus explained everything to him, but as if he didn't explain anything, Schiller asked: "Why didn't fate try to write my name on the book of souls again?"

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

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

"Since the existence of the universe, we have performed our duties, and our work is by no means meaningless. The domain controlled by each member of the endless family is very important to the universe, and so is the destiny. So."

"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 Although I don't know why this is done, there must be a reason for him."

"We are not interested in the existence of any individual, we don't care how your life develops, and what each of you did in your life..."

"When I saw your dream for the first time, I was a little surprised. You are the first human being who surprised me. Before this, no matter how many dreams I have experienced, I have never felt this way. .”

"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 mention the others, I should have contacted desire?"

Morpheus shook his head and said, "Desire doesn't work at all."

"I once heard a story from the wind that blows through the dreamland..." Murphys' tone always has a poetic beauty.

"Death is my sister, and every person she takes away every day of every century makes her have a deeper understanding of her duty..."

"That's not a wonderful feeling. Feeling the mortal fate of everything coming to an end is the price for her having such great power, so I often wonder what price I will pay for my ability ?”

Schiller also seems to be attracted by his description, he has always liked these topics related to philosophy, he said: "I have always been curious about the perspective of high-dimensional creatures, and I have been guessing, what kind of perspective will you use? Think in a different way? What answer can you come up with?"

Murphys showed another strange expression and said: "Until today, you let me understand that I did not create the dream, but the dream created me."

"The doorbell you put in makes me feel that that is the price I need to pay for controlling the dream."

"He is too crazy to understand. I tried many ways, but he always has a way to escape my grasp and make a mess of my family."

Schiller heard Murphys sigh slightly, and he said: "Maybe it's not me who is controlling the dream, but the dream is controlling me..."

As he sighed, the globe spinning on the table slowly stopped. When Schiller woke up, the figure opposite him had disappeared, as if it had never been there.

Schiller stood up, walked behind the table, then picked up the globe on the table, moved it with his hand, let it rotate slowly, and then he said to the air: "If a dream is too real, When you wake up, you wonder if you're still dreaming."

"And perhaps, the price the Oneiroi 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. A big smile.

He gestured with his hands, as if he wanted to describe a dream that made him extremely happy~IndoMTL.com~Suddenly, his hands stopped in mid-air and froze again, as if returning to reality The gap made him feel depressed all of a sudden, the corners of his mouth slowly dropped, and then turned into a downturned look.

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

Schiller looked at the globe that had stopped in his hand, and said to Jack: "Your boring days are coming to an end, and Batman should be back soon."

Jack moved a bit, he raised his face, peeked out his eyes from between his fingers, looked at Schiller and said, "Say, shall I prepare a big surprise for him to welcome him home?"

"As you please."

Schiller puts the globe on the table, then turns back and takes a book from the shelf.

Jack put his hands behind his back and whistled as he approached the table. Then, a second before Schiller turned back, he grabbed the globe and held it in his arms.

He hugged the globe like a dancing partner and said to it, "Look! My little darling...I love you so much, I can only imagine how much joy you will bring me, we Come dance, right now..."

In the living room of the manor at dusk, Schiller sits behind the table reading a book quietly, while Jack spins and dances in the living room with a globe in his arms.

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

When he stopped, the globe spun, and the smile on Jack's face deepened.

At this time, Bruce's car was speeding on the road until a large sign appeared in his field of vision, which read: "Gotham Ahead".