Is it a shout?

Is it a roar?

Is it the roar of the end?

Or is it the voice of despair?

Duke can't tell!

I don't want to tell the difference!

He's going to vent! He's going to rewrite everything!

Is 21% deviation enough?

If it's not enough, the master will help you brush to 100%, 200%...... 1000%！

Today I will help you brush Nesario into a bald strong, and tomorrow I will be happy!

Wipe!

I don't believe it!

Is power really everything?

Fate really can't be shaken!?

No!

Never!

Everyone has the right to dream!

I give so much!

I've changed the world so much!

Why am I not qualified to break my fate and turn my dreams into reality!?

In the realm that Duke couldn't see, with his soul as the center, a strange wave of ripples spread. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The calm spiritual world began to roll up a violent wind, it set off a monstrous wave, it stirred every dream.

Many images rushed to the face, but they were not their own dreams...... They are someone else's dream. In this moment, Duke saw humans, elves, dwarves, and even orcs and goblins, as well as their wishes and requests. He endured the pain of their nightmares and savored their sweet feelings.

If the dreams that Duke's previous memories could produce were a mere 10 terabytes, then the dreams that he was stirring up now were countless billions and countless trillions.

There are countless dreams with countless images, but Duke's dream of fate stands out among countless dreams, struggling forward, leaving all other dreams behind.

"Ahhh

This is a call beyond the mortal!

"Ahhhh

This is a cry that shakes the dream world!

"Ahh

This is a roar that shakes the long river of fate-

Whenever this sound seems to reach its peak, and there is no possibility of elevation, it seems that a higher mountain will appear for it to surpass, for it to step on under its feet, as a proof of leaping.

Countless dreams began to resonate with Duke's dreams, making the strongest sound that could spread throughout the dream world.

Suddenly, Duke felt himself being pulled up, pulled to a place full of light and color.

Almost at the same moment, his heavy, suppressed breathing eased, and his frozen sluggish train of thought smoothed.

I didn't open my eyes, but I felt like I was immersed in an emerald green world with a trance-like feeling.

In that green flowing space, another illusion appeared. Unlike the other mixed images around it, it maintained its shape and grew, completely overpowering the tiny figure in the mage's robes.

Right!

Compared to what appeared in front of him, Duke was insignificant.

An elegant dragon appeared, both physical and illusionary. She spread her wings as if she had just woken up. Her body was draped in the pale green of the dusk forest. Duke looked up, expecting to meet her gaze, only to find that her eyes looked like they were sleeping. However, he had no doubt that the Dream Lady would be able to fully perceive his presence.

The corners of the green dragon's mouth curled slightly, revealing an arc that was incomparably gentle for a dragon.

"You didn't hesitate to drink the [Dream of Death] to see me? It seems like you want to sacrifice yourself to change your fate? Besides, I won't let you make that sacrifice, Duke Marcus. From the day you came into this world and entered my realm, you have been the dream person who has interested me the most. ”

The most attractive dream man ......

As a legendary guardian dragon who has guarded the Emerald Dream for I don't know how many years, what kind of dream has Ysera never seen?

Same-cutter dreams, superficial dreams, which makes Ysera feel tedious.

If you don't want excitement, at least something fresh.

Duke's dreams occasionally entered Ysera's vision.

That's just the point of attention, far from the situation where she appears.

It's just that today is different, and the dream that is strong enough to change millions of people and millions of lives deeply attracted her, and she appeared.

Seeing Ysera's arrival, Duke seemed to instinctively want to stand firm on the ground, or rather, find a place to stay. However, from the beginning, the ground around Duke was not real.

It feels like stepping on an unformed rice cake, and it is difficult to withstand force and easily deform.

But Duke wasn't an unseen turtle, and he almost subconsciously thought of the astronauts.

This is the Emerald Dreamland, a place made up of 'dreams'.

If that's the case......

Duke dreamed, or rather imagined, in front of Ysera.

A soft gust of wind blew in the Emerald Dream, and Ysera's huge eyelids seemed to move, and she looked at Duke with amusement, not stopping Duke's actions.

Immediately Ysera was surprised to see that Duke's liquid, what she called the Dream of Origin, solidified under Duke's powerful mental mind, forming a chair that looked like wind but was actually solid.

Duke sat down and adjusted himself to eye level with hers, facing her massive dragon head, less than ten meters away.

Duke apologized dryly, "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to encroach on your domain, but I couldn't make me feel guilty." ”

"It's okay, Duke. ”

"Thank you, Ysera......"

"What is the matter with the sudden search today?" the expression on the green dragon's face should have been a smile.

Duke sighed, he didn't have the time to go around with Ysera. Because for the emerald dream that mortals can't even imagine, the biggest characteristic of 'dream' is that it is unpredictable, and as the master and guardian of this world, Ysera has also inherited almost the same quality.

Go around in circles with her, and she can talk to you for a hundred years without repeating it.

"You are so elegant, so polite, that you don't even put on a dragon stand for me as a little mortal. Why do you pretend not to see everything, and why did you repeatedly refuse the pleas of a great red dragon when Crassus, oh, or Cleostraz found you?"

"Kleo Ostraz! Duke, I think you know a lot. Isera was noncommittal.

"Knowledge and history exist in books. Duke pointed to his head, "Okay, can you answer my question?"

Ysera's massive figure seemed to float backwards.

The green dragon in her vision twisted and twisted, and her body showed some psychedelic ripples, as if she and Duke, one underwater, the other on the surface. When a drop of water drops into a quiet pond, ripples obstruct each other's vision.

Her eyes were closed, but her face never left the dream intruder. (To be continued.) )