The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

Seeing the bullet fall silently, Morian did not pursue it further.

He acted decisively, ordering the pig-headed butcher to stand up and attack Levim, who appeared to be incapable of fighting.

pedal!pedal!pedal!

Heavy footsteps pounded the island's surface as the pig-headed butcher gripped his blood-slicing cleaver and charged toward Levim on the high platform in a desperate charge.

Its goal wasn't to cause any damage to Levim, which was practically impossible.

The Pig-Head Butcher's real purpose is to attract the attention of "Chariot" and Levim, creating some chaos.

At the same time, without looking back, Morian began to run wildly in the opposite direction from the battlefield, towards the edge of the Dream Island.

In just a few seconds, he had reached the edge of the island and leaped into the illusory sea of ​​clouds below.

Of course, this was not done to commit suicide.

Morian knew that they were in a deep dream, and no matter how real the world looked on the surface, what they saw was an illusion.

In an instant, a strong sense of weightlessness overwhelmed me, and my vision spun and turned upside down rapidly.

As he fell into the air, he sensed that the pig-headed butcher's aura had dissipated.

Clearly, the containment object was destroyed by the other party, which only delayed the situation by a few seconds.

Instead of panicking, Morian forced himself to let his thoughts wander and actively imagine and recall a scene that left a deep impression.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery suddenly reappeared, and a solid feeling came from my feet.

The howling, fierce wind swirled around his ears, and before him stretched a dimly lit road. On either side, the shadows of trees swayed violently in the wind. Morian slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

He succeeded, and through the active guidance of his subconscious, he fell into the dimly lit highway of Bet City, the same highway where he first came into contact with "Grey Paradise".

Almost at the same instant he landed, the space behind him began to distort.

The arrival was none other than Levim, clad in a bishop's robe, and the silent "chariot" soldier.

The moment he arrived, the two of them stepped onto this dreamlike highway battered by wind and rain.

Livim's robes billowed in the wind as he glanced around, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Not bad, by utilizing the self-consistency of the subconscious in deep dreams, you've escaped to an area that's more advantageous to you. This might give you a slight home-field advantage?" Levi's voice pierced through the wind and rain, carrying a mocking tone.

After saying that, he said no more, simply turning the pages of the law book in his hand, as if he wanted to end the chase.

The light on the codex flowed and converged on the towering body of the "chariot," elevating its aura to a new level.

The familiar narrow path reappeared, once again extending a "duel invitation" to Morian.

boom!

The sound of tearing through the air echoed as the "chariot" instantly transformed into a series of afterimages, charging forward with an even more terrifying speed than the previous two times.

Perhaps blessed by the code, this time, it moved so fast that it was almost invisible, so fast that it seemed to pierce through everything.

However, Morian's face did not show despair; instead, it revealed a smug, calculating smile.

Just like last time, he didn't try to dodge or defend, but stood quietly in place.

Then, he silently took out the "Key of Caius".

With a wave of the key, countless glittering stars transformed into an unstable "door" that formed in front of Morian.

However, the entrance to the passage faces the opposite direction.

As the passage opened, a figure so fast it was invisible disappeared into it, and then the passage closed instantly.

The whole process was so fast it felt like an illusion.

?

Where is my huge "chariot"?!

Levim's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Morian to come up with such a method, using a spatial artifact to teleport the "chariot" back to the dream island they had just been on.

"...Well done." He praised coldly, his tone already carrying a hint of murderous intent.

"But you still only have death as your end. After all, dreams are my domain, and here I am the absolute master."

"Pfft."

"Dreams are indeed your domain, dreams you create," Morian sneered, his eyes revealing absolute clarity. "But don't forget, they are also my dreams."

He paused, then continued:

"When my consciousness is dragged into this deep dream, my subconscious also constructs a part of this dream world, only your will is stronger, dominating the surface form of the dream, am I right?"

Levim remained silent, but the murderous intent on his face intensified.

Because what the other party said was absolutely right. Although he could exert absolute dominance in the dream, at the same time constructing the dream of the "dragged in" was indeed the biggest drawback of the "nightmare".

At this point, Morian suddenly closed his eyes, consciously constructing and materializing the things in his memories within this deep dream.

And there is only one being powerful enough to kill this strongman in front of him.

He recalled the aura of the gray door in the containment space, the apocalyptic scene when "Gray Heaven" descended, and the enormous eye that occupied the entire sky.

The next moment, the end came.

An endless expanse of gray spread from all parts of the dream, instantly staining half the sky gray.

In the center of that colorless sky, an enormous, incomprehensible outline gradually emerged.

It was a "pupil" with countless wings on its back, the wings on its back seemingly made of flesh and blood, devouring all light and vitality, leading all things to "the end".

The mere "gaze" of this eye caused a sense of oppression that made the entire deep dream tremble violently, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

Levim's composure vanished. He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. He could only stare intently at the supreme being in the sky that occupied the entire sky and was beyond description.

His strength, his will, his greatest reliance in the dream, all seemed so small and powerless before this pupil.

As that pupil's gaze fell upon him, Levim's life force began to rapidly fade, his robes turning an endless gray.

Not long after, he turned into countless dust particles and headed towards his own "end".

This master of dreams, the absolute commander of the Royal Guard Division, was instantly erased from his own deep dream by a "false existence" manifested by his ability.

However, the flesh-and-blood eye that occupied the sky did not disappear with the death of its power's owner after killing Levim.

Instead, he turned his gaze down again to Morian, who was standing trembling in place.

The moment Morian was "stared" by this eye, he suddenly froze, feeling an absolute aura of the end enveloping his entire body.

He could clearly feel that his consciousness and thoughts were fading away, as if they were preparing to head towards that absolute "end," but he was powerless to stop it.

Not only that, even the road beneath our feet and the trees on both sides have lost their color, turning into grayish-white fragments and dust, which inevitably drift into the sky.

The entire dream world is responding to the unconscious call of that eye, spontaneously moving towards the "end".

Even if He is merely a projection, a "false existence" imagined in a dream, He still influences the entire dream!

At this moment, Morian couldn't even manage a bitter smile. He could only struggle to move to a gray, withered tree trunk and sit down helplessly.

To kill a powerhouse of Levim's caliber, the only option is to take a huge risk.

However, it seems that things have gone too far.

It's unbelievable that after the owner of the dream died, He was able to maintain the dream instead of letting it dissipate.

He looked down at his lower body and saw that his legs and torso were tinged with a faint grayish-white, and all his senses had vanished.

His vision grew darker and darker, and he could no longer hear any sound. Morian struggled to lift his eyelids and stared into the huge pupil in mid-air.

Just as consciousness was fading away, in a daze, the scene before me seemed to suddenly change.

Through the slits in his eyelids, Morian could vaguely see the light filling his entire field of vision.

It was a faceless figure with countless wings surrounding its back.

Half of His body radiated pure holy light, while the other half was stained with deep depravity. His form seemed similar to one's own, yet one could never clearly see His face.

Although he couldn't see the face clearly, Morian could sense that the other person's gaze was indeed fixed on them.

Then he saw it.

As if in a silent invitation, the faceless figure moved towards his direction...

A hand slowly but with absolute certainty was extended.