What’s wrong with the dream world!

As He spoke, the mist from His yellow robe began to leak out and slowly enveloped Him. At the same time, His entire body gradually faded, as if He was about to leave this world.

Seeing this, the [Prophet] tapped the table lightly with his index finger, restrained the smile on his face, and looked serious.

He did not respond to the words of the Saint immediately, but read out the real name of the Saint in a low voice, a name full of Federal Western style.

"Husk."

"do not go."

The fading figure paused, and the [Saint] regained its solidity.

The faceless, nameless and invisible man now lowered his head, and countless pairs of eyes seemed to be hidden under his yellow robe, looking at the prophet in confusion.

"Ever since I completely mastered the three paradoxes of 'no self, no merit, no name,' no one has called me that for a long time."

Saying the name that has been abandoned will not have any effect on the Saint, but the Prophet, as an old friend, saying His name at this moment has extraordinary meaning.

"Does she occupy such a large part in your future?"

“Many people occupy a considerable place in my eyes, but unfortunately, but happily, no one occupies more space in my vision than that ‘mass’ whose source is unknown and whose end is in sight.”

The Prophet did not directly answer the Saint's question, but he also gave a negative answer. He was not speaking for the Ruler because of the deep roots of her destiny in the Federation and the vastness of her possessions.

"But she is one of the essential pieces of the puzzle that leads to a desirable future."

He looked towards the Saint, closed his eyes, and asked in a meaningful tone:

"Among the six of us, who has the deepest feelings for the Federation?"

He didn't even say what you feel, but let the [Sage] use an objective statement.

The [Saint] did not speak, but just stared at the [Prophet], as if the answer was self-evident.

"Yes, it's me."

The [Prophet] asked and answered himself in a declarative tone, with no trace of pride on his face, only calmness.

"The moment I became conscious, I had already lived in the Federation for countless years."

"It was me who secretly manipulated the five countries to form the foundation of the Federation, and it was me who brought the six of us together to build the Federation."

"It was I who knocked on the door of the [Gatekeeper], it was I who met the reincarnation of the [Reincarnator], it was I who grabbed the sails of the [Sailor], it was I who persuaded the collective of the [Mass], and..."

"It was I who restored your morality."

The [Prophet] opened his eyes, raised his head calmly, and looked slightly up at the [Saint] standing before him.

His gaze was clear, yet seemed deeper than the mist surrounding the Saint. It was a "natural" thought condensed from countless futures.

The prophet knows that the saint is different from the masses and he does not need to take the impossible risk of persuading the masses to share his vision with them.

Because the saint trusts himself.

The [Sage] sat back in silence.

The Prophet continued, speaking in a tone as if reading from a script:

"When it comes to my feelings for the Federation and my concern for its future, no one can care more about it than I do. I have countless futures and connect countless pasts. No one knows how to make the Federation develop better than I do."

"The seventh permanent member will inevitably be born. The Ruler is an indispensable transcendent in the Federation's journey towards a better future."

The [Saint] remained silent, as if he had given up his previous idea due to the [Prophet's] insistence, but he still had reservations about what the [Prophet] said.

The Prophet seemed to know that if he didn't make some things clear here, then something he didn't want to happen would definitely happen in the future, so he continued in a straightforward tone:

"The essence of the Federation is no different from the chaotic world outside of it. Both are social systems maintained by the power of those with fates powerful enough to suppress all unrest within the territory."

"The only difference is that the six of us all like order and hate chaos. So we came together and eventually established a powerful federation based on five countries. It's a vast territory full of order and rules, with only minor conflicts rather than large-scale disasters."

"In pursuit of stability, the order and rules of the Federation are not sparse and flawless."

"But this stability won't last long."

"Times are changing, and new generations of destiny holders are constantly being born. The outside of the Federation is not all ruins."

"The total number of people with destiny in the Chaos World may be smaller than in the Federation, but those who are above the Distortion level, or even Transcendents at the same level as you and me, are more numerous than in the Federation. There are also people with destiny as powerful as yours."

"The Federation needs more guarantees. There should be more and more people on our side who are willing to abide by the rules and possess sufficient abilities."

"You want to punish her, but how can someone who transcends the realm of 'power' be punished?"

After listening to the words of the [Prophet], the [Saint] finally just left a sentence.

"You are really old. Seize the little time you have left and look for a future that will extend your life."

Then, He disappeared between heaven and earth.

After confirming that the [Saint] would temporarily obey him and not cause trouble for the [Ruler], the [Prophet] changed his serious expression and returned to his usual disrespectful state, muttering to himself with emotion:

"My destiny doesn't allow me to extend my lifespan. Two hundred years or so is already considered an extension of my lifespan. Any longer and I'll encounter a terrifying situation that I currently can't find a solution to."

"And it's not just me who's getting old. Some of us have also lost a lot of enthusiasm for the Federation. After all, not everyone can treat the Federation as their home like I do, working overtime all the time."

"But I don't care. As long as there is fresh blood joining, the Federation will never grow old."

However, the look of emotion did not last long.

Soon, the Prophet's mouth curled up as if he thought of something happy.

It is actually a dangerous behavior to criticize and interfere with the number one person in the field of "power" from the outside.

Because violence that can suppress power is also a kind of power, and this behavior will not make the [ruler] retreat, but will only make her lurk until she once again possesses overwhelming power mixed with violence.

Fortunately, this transcendent in the field of "power" is not a purely political creature, nor is she a puppet of power. She is very talented and knows how to interpret her own destiny rather than being driven by it.

In reality, there was no problem in explaining the situation of the Ruler and his own response measures to the Sage, but the Prophet still had some selfish motives.

After all, a [saint] is not [the masses]. Although he can see the big picture, his "morality" is higher than that of the [masses] whose bottom line is rich and varied. If he knew what he saw, then although it would not interfere with his plan, he would definitely punch himself.

After all, only Sailor would agree to exploit someone's feelings...

Even if you have not done anything, due to the outside world's prejudice against those who possess the "omniscience" realm, as long as you have seen it, it is equivalent to doing it.

Standing by and letting it develop is the same as doing it.

Ugh……

The [Prophet], feeling the weight of the entire Federation on his shoulders, sighed, his expression becoming heavy again.

"Suffer the [Nightmare], and I, the [Prophet], will bear the blame!"

……

……

At 7:30 in the morning, on the big white bed, [Nightmare] opened his eyes on time, with a rare confused look in his eyes. This was a sign of a high-intensity dream, not a state that could be refreshed by using the "Dream Man".

Liu Liangrui's arrival disturbed his sleep. Although it only took more than ten minutes in reality and did not disrupt his dream plan, Yu Xiu De, who received a lot of fresh information, still prolonged his dream time and arranged some blank unconscious sleep time into his dream itinerary.

For example, there are recollection dreams that solidify memories, fantasy dreams that aid thinking, and real dreams that aid understanding... and there are also realistic dreams that plan and analyze what the future will be like.

“There’s always a sense of foreboding.”

So many things have happened recently that I'm going to take a day off from work today and take care of the problem with those two neighbors.

Yu Xiu De, who had escaped from the dream and regained a sense of reality, picked up the mobile phone next to the bed.

But when Yu Xiu De put down his phone and was about to get up to brush his teeth and wash up, a phone call came in.

Yu Xiu De picked up the phone again.

The contact person displayed on the phone screen is my younger sister.

The Silence of the Lambs: Chapter 145 Whenever I feel a little guilty about you...

"..."

After hesitating for a moment, Yu Xiu De decided to answer the phone.

He didn't immediately drag the two into the dream. On the one hand, his old classmate had already gained a little trust from him, and during their phone call yesterday, he also assured him that he didn't need to be cautious in his daily life. On the other hand...

It was because he didn't want to see Fang Xuemu's arrogant face at this time.

When I received a call from Fang Xuemu last night, the unreasonable and annoying voice of Xiao Deng was about to overflow from the speaker even in my dream!

Fortunately, Fang Xuemu realized that Yu Xiu De was also in trouble at that time, so he restrained his temper and simply reported that he was safe and that he accidentally failed to stop himself and even lost the body, and did not make any further entanglement.

But restraint is only restraint after all. Some people's nature of wanting to be beaten cannot be suppressed...

Yu Xiude pressed the answer button, turned on the speaker, and deliberately put the phone farther away.

Sure enough, as soon as he let go, Fang Xuemu's loving voice couldn't wait to burst out from the speaker!

"Hey~ what's going on~~~"

A sarcastic girl's voice came from the other end of the phone, and she seemed not surprised that this communication was not a dream.

Fang Xuemu, who has rich experience in being a masochist, knows that this is a rare opportunity to show off.

Just like Hakimi can't help but touch the teacup on the corner of the table, Fang Xuemu will definitely jump in the face if she finds the opportunity!

He was merciful even when he was in the right. He was just like a saint, just like his sister Fang Xuehan!

……

"Last night, the poor superheroes [Twins] were serving as the night guardians of Narrow Sea City as usual, eating ice cream, listening to music, and patrolling the city... Hey~ guess what?"

"Suddenly, I was attacked by a super criminal from the military!"

The voice was sarcastic and sharp, and he emphasized the word "super criminal".

"Why would someone with a military background want to disguise themselves as a super criminal and attack innocent superheroes? It's so hard to guess~~~"

"Old Fish, as an ordinary citizen of the Federation, do you know any inside information?"

"..."

Yu Xiu De sighed slightly in his heart. Although he was unhappy, he did not scold Fang Xue Mu immediately.

Because in his opinion, he was indeed in the wrong this time, as he was the one who implicated Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan.

What made him feel even more guilty was that two days ago, he had used Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan to lure the "dream lover" to his side and lectured them harshly...

This time the boomerang hit himself.

"This incident was my fault. I implicated you."

Yu Xiu De is not the type of person who is stubborn and wants to save face.

He tried to keep his tone as gentle as possible, even though Fang Xuemu's arrogant tone had already made him feel a little itchy.

"And you don't have to worry. Although killing a military fate holder even in self-defense would be troublesome, I have already taken care of it."

"Did you solve it?"

The voice on the other end was stunned for a moment, then raised its pitch by an octave, as if in disbelief.

"You solved it?!"

"Yes."

Yu Xiu De could probably understand why Fang Xue Mu reacted so strongly.

The holders of the military's fate are the holders of the fate within the system. Without special circumstances, even if they are at the same level, their status is naturally higher than that of the superheroes within the semi-system, not to mention that Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan are just implicated.

The fact that a military fate holder could muster the confidence to attack an A-rank hero only proved that Yu Xiu De was in even greater trouble. Moreover, this wasn't an illegal religious riot like the last "Real Dreamland"... Wait!

A soft and flustered female voice came from the speaker. It was Fang Xuehan's voice.

"Brother, the disaster caused by the 'Real Dreamland' cult in Qianpeng City the day before yesterday, you couldn't have really been the one who ordered it. Are you really the prototype 'Nightmare' that those cultists believe in?"

From Fang Xuehan's words, one can tell that she is very familiar with the disaster that occurred in Qianpeng City the day before yesterday, which is far beyond the understanding of ordinary superheroes outside the city they are in.

"Should I remind Mom and Dad to pack up and leave the Federation? Dad hasn't gone to work yet, and Mom's still making breakfast... We can't take the high-speed train or plane, but we can drive... Do you need us to pick you up?"

Although the tone was flustered, the content was very organized and did not seem to be a spur-of-the-moment idea.

Hearing Fang Xuehan's increasingly rapid speech, and even hinting at some action, Yu Xiude quickly soothed her:

"Don't panic."

His tone became more serious.

"Things aren't what you think. The Federation has already concluded the truth about 'Real Dreamland' and brought the culprit to justice. The military fate holder who attacked you does not represent the Federation."

"So that's it..."