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Chapter 354 Decide Your Own Destiny (Please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)

Martin didn't mean to be threatening, at least that's what he thought.

Not to mention that there is no point in using threats against two dying elderly people.

Even if he really intended to use some threatening means, these two people would not be able to detect it at all.

But the couple didn't think so. Although they had imprisoned the Lord of Dreams for decades, this matter had nothing to do with them.

These two old men have no ambitions, let alone any so-called abilities.

Therefore, they were completely helpless in front of Martin.

Woody accepted the result calmly, without much emotion even though death seemed to be waving at him.

But it was completely different for Alex, who was sitting in a wheelchair. The sudden appearance of the crow stimulated his aging brain to recall the scene decades ago.

Whether it was accidentally killing his father or violating the contract with Morpheus and shooting the crow, it was an unacceptable trauma for him.

The reason why he had been so persistent in begging Morpheus for forgiveness over the years was not just because he wanted to avoid punishment from the Lord of Dreams.

More importantly, he didn't have the courage to face that night decades ago, nor the courage to face his own mistakes, so he put all his energy into praying to Morpheus, and regarded this matter as his spiritual sustenance.

The more Morpheus refused, the more frantically he begged.

As long as Morpheus doesn't speak, he will never have to face his mistakes. Instead, he can get a strange sense of peace of mind from this kind of prayer.

Even after he died, it wouldn't matter if Morpheus pulled him out for judgment, because he still didn't need to make his own choice.

Instead, all the responsibilities incurred over the past few decades were thrown onto Morpheus.

Martin quickly analyzed Alex Burgess's condition through conversations with the butler, information collected by the Justice League, and past events told by Crow.

This kind of analysis may seem very strange to ordinary people, but it is the psychological state of most people and is very common.

"Don't be nervous, and don't act rashly."

Martin reached out and gently patted the shoulders of the two old men. He did not use magic, but just kindly reminded them: "You know the identity of the person you imprisoned, so you should know that ordinary people can't stop me at all.

Even if it is for the sake of doing good deeds, don't think about doing anything small, lest you ruin the lives of those security personnel."

Martin exaggerated a little bit. Even if all the people outside rushed in, he would be able to capture them without any loss of life.

But when the two old men heard the eerie voice coming from behind them, they didn't think he was pretending. They immediately stopped all actions and resigned themselves to their fate by taking Martin to the basement.

The crow landed on Alex's shoulder, staring at this strange old friend with a pair of bloodshot eyes, but there was no malice in it, it just looked at him.

One of the characteristics of the Immortal Race is that they are isolated from society and have difficulty integrating into new relationships, which is why they are seen as indifferent by others.

This was the case with the crow. He did not have any special feelings towards the human being in front of him who had shot him into a paste. He just wanted to release his master as soon as possible.

But Alex really became more and more frightened under the crow's gaze, and his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

Woody pushed the wheelchair with one hand and used the other to comfort her husband, hoping to ease his tension.

"This is it!"

Woody led the man to the door leading to the basement and said no more.

Although they did not think that they were the main responsible for Morpheus' imprisonment, these thick steel doors were indeed added by Alex later.

There was no way to explain this matter, so they just kept their mouths shut.

"What should we do now?"

The crow flapped its wings, landed on Martin's shoulder, stood beside his ear, and asked in a low voice.

Martin was surprised. "What should I do? They hired someone to install the door, and they also knew how to open it. Why did you come to me instead of asking them?"

The crow shook his head slightly and said dissatisfiedly: "The two of them have imprisoned the master for so many years, causing both dreams and reality to fall into chaos, and have committed an unforgivable crime. I don't want to seek help from two criminals."

Martin listened to the crow's very childish words and smiled helplessly.

After all, it is a creation from a dream, so it is normal for it to have some naive childishness.

Although it was a bit too exaggerated to talk about right and wrong at this time, Martin still did not ask the two old men how to open the door.

He walked to the door, stretched out his right hand and placed it on the door, feeling the coldness of the steel, and his black pupils began to move slowly.

The door in front of him was deconstructed by his magic eyes blessed by death into a state similar to the flow of magic power, and the mechanical structure had no secrets in front of him.

But he was not one of those thieves in the movies who could open an electronic door with a stethoscope, and he had no intention of using ordinary means to open the door.

He used the magic eye just to see clearly whether the door in front of him was enchanted.

After making sure there was nothing, he loosened his tightly clasped palms and stretched out his index finger to draw a symbol similar to the Nine Rings on the door, emitting a faint purple light.

Then he clenched his fist and smashed it hard on the symbol.

boom!
The nine-ring symbol shattered instantly, turning into purple magic particles that flew everywhere. The sound of gears turning came from inside the door, and the complex electronic lock unlocked automatically, and the door slowly moved to both sides.

Burgess's companions, who had no connection with magic, were so shocked when they saw this scene that their mouths opened wide.

The crow was originally a creature born from dreams. Magic was something he was accustomed to, so he had no reaction.

He flapped his wings and landed on Martin's shoulders, urging anxiously: "Hurry up, hurry up, Mr. Martin, open the rest of the doors. Let's rescue my master quickly."

The crow looked at the target so close at hand, and became extremely anxious. He wished he could rush directly to Morpheus right now.

But he has no magical powers in the real world and can only hope that Martin can continue to display his power.

"Don't worry, Morpheus is in there, and he won't grow wings and run away."

Martin waved to the couple behind him to follow.

Then he did the same thing again, using the same magic to open the remaining two doors with completely different structures, revealing the stairs leading to the basement.

Alex looked at this road that he had walked countless times and became nervous as usual.

His body began to tremble violently. Sweat oozed from his forehead, wetting his already thin hair. His hands and feet began to twitch uncontrollably.

This time, he can no longer use Morpheus as a shield to cover up what he did decades ago.

For Alex, decades of happy life suddenly lost their meaning. The pain and regrets of the past came rushing back at him, forcing him to face the trauma of the past.

He seemed to have become the little son hated by his father again, hiding in the corner of the house, shivering, but not knowing where the way forward lay.

"Don't hide, this is your own destiny. Morpheus' sudden appearance interrupted everything, and it was obviously just to put everything back on track." Martin's voice interrupted Alex's painful memories of the past. He stood at the door and did not go into the basement.

The crow rushed in the moment the door opened, with only his master in his eyes.

But Martin wanted to think more. He wanted to fulfill his promise to death, and also wanted to give these two elderly men an ending instead of dying with regrets.

He turned around, and the darkness in the basement surged out, as if merging with him.

Death and darkness always seem to be inseparable.

When Martin tried to guide the two old men to face the true destiny of their lives, he seemed to touch something, causing the darkness to surround Martin, making him even more unfathomable.

"Destiny, is there really an invisible hand controlling everything in this world?"

Alex didn't know where the strength came from. He stood up from the wheelchair tremblingly, removed the oxygen mask from his face, and yelled at Martin in a voice that was no different from a roar for an old man.

As he roared, blood vessels popped out one by one from under his withered skin, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

Woody was frightened by her husband's appearance. He reached out to calm her husband down, hoping he would calm down.

Martin looked solemn, and did not relax because of the other old man's identity. He said softly: "I am not sure whether there is an invisible big hand in this world. But I know that people always have to face their own destiny before they can say goodbye to the past.

I understand your experience. Old Roderick was not a competent father, but he influenced your life. Because of Morpheus's intrusion, your father died unexpectedly. But this does not mean that the relationship between you and your father is over. "

Martin's voice echoed down the stairs and into Alex's ears, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

"You didn't have the courage to end your relationship with your father, so you transferred it to Morpheus. You used him as a haven to escape, so you didn't want to let him go.

But today, whether you like it or not, this relationship has to end."

Martin made a gesture of invitation after he finished speaking, but he did not accept the other party's refusal.

Alex collapsed powerlessly in the wheelchair. The trauma deep in his heart was directly torn open by Martin, exposed bloodily, and he felt waves of excruciating pain.

Woody didn't know what to say, so she could only push the wheelchair and go into the basement with her husband under Martin's gaze.

Martin followed them into the basement and saw the crow using its wings and claws to painstakingly wipe off a corner of the rune on the ground.

When this corner was wiped off, Morpheus, who was originally imprisoned in the glass ball, suddenly felt the long-lost relief.

Everything that had been suppressed in him for too long burst out in an instant, but was controlled by Morpheus's own rationality, and ultimately only produced an impact on the material level.

Martin felt something was wrong, but he still relied on the blessing given to him by death.

He realized what it was, but didn't think much about it.

For the two mortals present, they only saw a pile of sand emerging from the glass ball, crawling along the ground for a while, and gradually gathering into a human shape.

When Morpheus' human form appeared, Alex's body trembled, and the confusion in his mind reached its peak, but there was no abnormality in his body.

As an outsider, Woody didn't react at all.

Martin looked at Morpheus's appearance and saw that he was wearing black clothes, had black hair, and pale skin. His whole body exuded the word "serious". Ordinary people did not dare to approach him.

"This dream master is too depressing!"

Martin complained a little in his heart.

Beings like death, the appearance they show to the world is their essence, their character, and their attitude towards the world.

As the master of dreams, Morpheus is cold and without a trace of dreaminess.

No wonder Death, as an elder sister, was worried that something might happen to her younger brother.

"Owner!"

When the crow saw that Morpheus was out of trouble, it flew excitedly to his shoulder.

Morpheus didn't say anything, but just looked at his crow and knew the whole story.

"Thank you, Martin!"

Morpheus spoke in a deep voice, bowed slightly, and expressed his gratitude to Martin who came to save him.

"It would be even better if my sister could come earlier!"

After thanking Martin, Morpheus complained about death a few more times, blaming his sister's rescue for coming too late.

He didn't believe that his family would find out about this decades later. They must have known about it long ago and were deliberately making fun of him.

But in front of Martin, an outsider, Murphys did not vent all his resentment.

Seeing this scene, Martin breathed a sigh of relief. Morpheus's complaining tone just proved that his heart was still very soft and had not lost his illusory color.

As Death once said, if the people of the Endless Family cannot grasp their own characteristics, they will easily lose control.

"Alex Burgess, do you realize how much damage your actions have brought to the world?"

The Lord of Dreams took a step forward and walked towards the old man. His face was gloomy. Even without using any magic power, an extremely strong light emerged from behind him, and sand symbolizing dreams surrounded his body.

With just one thought, Morpheus knew the harm his departure had brought to the world, and his originally calm face was replaced by anger.

"For a century, millions of people have been sleeping soundly and lost their lives because of your selfishness, and there are still many more who cannot sleep even now."

"Forgive me, Lord of Dreams. I didn't mean to do this. No one has ever told me this. I didn't mean to do this..."

Alex slid out of the wheelchair, knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and repeated those words over and over again, begging for his forgiveness.

"Ugh!"

Seeing that he didn't understand his good intentions at all and was still shirking responsibility, Martin stepped aside and didn't intend to interfere in the matter.

"enough!"

Morpheus' roar interrupted Alex's sleep. He stretched out his hand and blew, and the ochre sand flew out and surrounded the two old men.

Then, their bodies fell limply to the ground, without any movement, their eyes closed, and their breathing slowly weakened until it disappeared completely.

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