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Chapter 356 Everyone Knows (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)

Morpheus talked to his butler, wanting to know the extent of the damage to the dream, and was anxious to bring new life to this once prosperous country.

Martin did not participate at all. He just squatted on the side of the road, observing the dead and charred branches, and did not even prick up his ears to listen to their conversation.

"Wow, you are so calm! Don't you have any interest in dreams?"

"This is my first time here, and everything here is unfamiliar to me. I can only express my sympathy for your experience, and I don't have any other feelings."

Martin casually broke off a charred branch, but before he could do anything, the branch in his hand turned into fine quicksand and fell to the ground.

He knew how fragile dreams were, so he turned to look at the crow beside him and said to him, "Or do you think I should pretend to be deeply sad, so that you will be happy?"

"Of course not, that would be too boring!"

Crow shook his head. He didn't like that kind of person. It was too hypocritical.

Although everything in the dream is illusory, it is also real in a sense. The two characteristics are intertwined and it is difficult to distinguish them clearly.

"It's really hard for me to see the dream like this. Mr. Martin, do you have any method to help the master recover his dream as soon as possible?"

In the Crow's opinion, since Martin could receive the blessing of death, he must be no ordinary person and had the ability to create miracles.

"The method is very simple. As long as Morpheus is in the dream, this country will eventually be restored. If you are in a hurry, go and find the three lost artifacts."

Martin answered Crow's question quickly, without even having to think.

Because the question itself is the answer. As long as Morpheus is here, it is only a matter of time before the dream is restored.

The crow shook his body, not satisfied with the answer.

Martin raised his hand to interrupt what he wanted to say, and continued: "I know you wish to restore the dream to its prosperous state right now, but this is impossible. At least I don't have the ability to do so. If you are really anxious, you should go find the three lost artifacts!"

The reason why Morpheus is weak is more due to the influence of the Thousand Cats Dream.

Although the three artifacts he separated were also his power, the lost physical strength would eventually be restored.

Morpheus's difficulty now is not that he cannot restore his dream, but how to restore his dream quickly.

In response, the housekeeper Lucien proposed a more direct approach: "Excuse me, you can definitely seek help from your brothers and sisters."

"I would never do that."

Morpheus didn't even consider the possibility of this proposal.

"I was imprisoned for dozens of Earth years, and my brothers and sisters just watched and did nothing."

As he complained, he glanced at Martin beside him and didn't continue.

Among all the brothers and sisters, Fate, the eldest brother, treats everyone the same, and Death does take better care of Morpheus.

Morpheus and the rest of the people like Desire, Despair, etc. each have their own conflicts. They don't like each other and don't interact with each other much.

This is indeed the case. There is more than one person in the Endless Family who is waiting to laugh at Morpheus.

Of course, the reason why he rejected this matter so straightforwardly was that he had confidence in himself and felt that he could quickly restore prosperity and order to the dream.

Martin heard what Morpheus said, but did not make any comments. He grabbed the crow who wanted to give him advice and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"It's useless. Your master has been imprisoned for decades, but he is still stubborn as hell. He is competing with me now. Let him be!"

Anyway, Morpheus would not fail. Although Death handed this matter over to Martin, she certainly could not really leave it alone.

Martin had already figured out Murphys' teenage personality and didn't want to interfere too much. He followed him closely to avoid things that no one wanted to see.

The three artifacts were left in the human world. It would be fine if Morpheus didn't show up, but once he did, it would definitely cause things that mortals could not understand.

Morpheus knows very little about the human world. Even if he subjectively does not want to harm humans who are not related to this, he will inevitably hurt unrelated people.

"It seems like I'm destined to be the babysitter today!"

Martin doesn't think there is anything wrong with being a nanny, it mainly depends on who the person is being protected.

If he were asked to protect an ordinary teenager, Martin would feel bored and a waste of time. But if the object was a being that could affect the multiverse, this would not be babysitting, but a great sacrifice.

"follow me!"

The butler was also very unhappy with Morpheus's refusal.

She felt that her master was too stubborn. How many lives placed their hopes on Morpheus? How could he choose a more difficult path just for his own emotions?

But the master is the master after all. Although Lucien was dissatisfied, she still obeyed Morpheus's orders and led everyone to the palace.

"As a housekeeper, I must remind you that the dream state is already very chaotic and difficult to control. I try my best to maintain the stability of human dreams, but my ability is too poor!"

Lucien was a competent housekeeper who did her best to maintain the dream.

Without her, what Morpheus would see when he returned would not be ruins, but empty space with nothing.

Morpheus knew this, so he didn't take Lucien's words to heart.

Martin followed behind, passing through the ruins. There was nothing worth admiring inside. The broken stones and the creepers crawling everywhere silently told the loneliness after the glory ended, which made the viewers couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"I still can't bear to watch it!"

Martin covered his eyes with his right hand, and he saw more than the average person.

With just a glance from those evil eyes, all the experiences of the lives that had ever lived in this palace appeared before him. And it was not just a cursory movie-like screening, but a complete experience, with complete emotions without any loss.

A huge amount of information was stuffed directly into his head. Even he felt the blood vessels in his forehead throbbing, and he quickly covered his eyes.

Crow, who was standing on Martin's shoulder, saw him do this and immediately became concerned about his safety.

"Death is really an honest person. This blessing weakened all her abilities and copied them to me."

Martin really smiled bitterly this time. He was fully capable of bearing this blessing, but it was still quite troublesome to master its use.

"What are you complaining about?"

Although the crow did not have the utilitarianism of ordinary people, he was still shocked when he heard Martin's words.

"To be able to receive a little blessing from death is something that many lives desire but cannot obtain. Now that you have received so much, you are still complaining?" "But I don't lack such things in the first place!"

Martin shielded his eyes with his hands, trying to control his situation while calmly answering Crow's questions.

The crow didn't know Martin's experience, so he could only say with some sourness: "In mortal terms, you are now suffering from the troubles of a rich man. It may seem like a trouble, but in fact you are just bragging."

"I'm not that bored."

Martin controlled the blessing in his body. He did not intend to accept the full authority of death. He carefully controlled the power and directed it all towards the power he wanted.

Discover, see and guide death!
Martin only retained these three powers and abandoned all others without hesitation.

Although he did not have a personality as exaggerated as Death, he was able to accurately cut off the blessing of Death by virtue of his wide knowledge and got rid of those things that were a burden to him, but retained the characteristics of Death to the greatest extent.

"Although I do show off, I usually just joke with my friends and I won't do such boring things in front of strangers."

"Oh, that really hurts my heart. I thought we were friends already?"

The crow suddenly became dramatic. He covered his heart with his wings and fell to the ground with his two little chicken legs shaking.

"Your acting is terrible."

Martin grabbed the crow's chicken feet and lifted it up, then watched Morpheus push open the palace door and hurriedly chased after him.

"Stop messing around, it's time to get down to business!"

The crow stopped at the right time, flapped its wings quickly, and ran into the palace after Martin.

Morpheus' palace is very complex in structure, with multiple styles pieced together, just like a child casually built it with Lego bricks. There is no so-called rationality, but it has a dreamlike style.

The main hall used to house the throne is in the style of the Vatican. In addition to various statues with strong religious styles, there are glass windows that are half-covered to let the sunlight shine out, only in a few places, creating an extremely mysterious style.

Morpheus didn't look at the palace for long and walked straight towards a small door.

Martin followed behind, glanced at the building and gave it an "average" evaluation.

The crow pecked his head and urged him, "Now is not the time to appreciate art. There are many doors in the palace, and they lead to different places. If we fall behind, it will be difficult to find my master."

"Don't worry! Morpheus is not a hard-hearted person. He will wait for us."

Martin is full of confidence.

However, Morpheus, who was walking in front, speeded up his pace again after he heard him say this.

Martin said nothing more, but winked at the crow, as if to say, "See what I said was right."

Crow shook his head slightly, and waited until Morpheus stepped through the door before saying, "Don't be too obvious. If you make him angry, this trick won't work."

The creatures in the dream world obviously knew the temper of their creator and they all went along with him, but they did not make it public.

"It's a good thing to expose it. It's a give-and-take thing. That's the real fun. Otherwise, you guys are always watching other people's dreams appear and disappear in the dream world, but you can't participate in them. Isn't that too boring?"

Martin strode after Murphys, and after passing through the door, he saw rows of bookshelves appear in front of him.

These bookshelves were made of all kinds of materials, but most of them had decayed and collapsed, leaving only a pile of boards on the ground with no sign of books inside.

“This is where all the dreams of life are stored.”

The housekeeper Lucien explained to Martin: "It doesn't matter if it's a good dream or a bad dream, or what you dream about. As long as the thought comes out, the dream will appear in this kingdom. After being woven by the dream master, the dream will fall into the book and be sealed up."

"Unfortunately, my master has been missing for a century, causing irreparable damage to the human race on Earth. More than a million people have fallen into eternal sleep, missing out on their lives and never being able to make up for it. There are even more people who have lost the right to dream, and are tortured every night, unable to fall asleep."

This process is not as simple as Lucien said, otherwise, the life created by Morpheus can completely take over and replace him and temporarily perform his duties.

Morpheus looked at the ruined library, stretched out his right hand, and fine grains of sand fell to the ground, quickly forming a sandstorm that covered the dilapidated house.

In the yellow sand, dreams emerged one after another: joy, fear, beauty... all were captured by Morpheus and began to transform into books of various shapes, falling on the bookshelf.

Nothing special happened at first. This was the son of Morpheus, and for him it was as easy as waving his hand.

Even though the Dream Lord is now in a relatively weak state, there will still be no problems.

Morpheus was soon content to simply weave dreams of the present, and he began to use his magical powers to go back to the past.

To awaken those who have fallen into eternal sleep and give them back the opportunity to create their own lives.

He also wanted to make up for the past and restore the dream world to its former prosperity.

"Okay, now I understand why you can't replace Morpheus to keep the network running."

Martin felt exhausted as he watched the sandstorm grow bigger and bigger.

Although this dreamland sounds very dreamy, it actually combines the characteristics of both fantasy and reality.

Lucien and Crow are both lives born from the dream world. They can maintain the dreamlike side but cannot affect the real material world.

This is something that only Morpheus can do.

"Mr. Martin, I ask you to use the blessing of Lady Death to stop my master."

Lucien raised the big book in her hand to block the flying sand and shouted loudly to Martin.

"This will not work. The Dream Kingdom has declined too badly. With the master's current strength..."

Before the butler finished speaking, the dust in the sky suddenly stopped, and the dream was now appearing. Although I entered the dream in an orderly manner, what Morpheus wanted me to do was obviously a failure.

The dream master stood in the middle of the bookshelf, looking at his hands with a confused look on his face.

But regardless of other people's advice, Morpheus made up his mind.

He turned to Lucien and Martin and said bluntly: "I am too weak now. If I want to restore the Dream Kingdom, I must find the three lost items."

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