Dreams are another box of memory.

Sometimes it is not unreasonable to believe in the warnings of dreams.

The night before the opening of the eighth layer of the fortress, Tang Xian told Li Xiaoyu about his past.

That night he had a dream.

In his dream, he saw the overlap of two worlds, saw the baby in the arms of the stone statue, and saw the baby saying to himself, never go to the eighth layer.

Tang Xian didn't care about dreams. After all, he also had a dream of eating dragon meat by himself. But the Don plane is still alive and well.

It's just that after that night, Tang Xian still felt that the dream came too coincidentally.

It's almost like having a kind of prophetic early warning ability.

If all the environments in the dream are taken from reality, but they have been abstracted, then have you really been to that place?

The place that my father called the junction of two worlds, a place that humanity has yet to name.

In that dream, he dreamed of many huge plants, nestled on the edge of human buildings, like the periphery of Baichuan City.

In his dreams, he also heard the roar of a dragon and the roar of a fox.

Now that I think about it, is that fox Qing Jiuyu? Is that dragon a Don plane?

If this is the case, then this dream reveals a lot.

At midnight, Tang Xian was still asleep, and this time he had a strange dream.

Dreams are always mindless. It is also difficult for the dreamer to perceive that this is a dream.

But Tang Xian could easily detect it.

He wondered, was this really a dream?

Looking at his hands, they are small, like children who are still learning to walk.

The surrounding scene looks like it's somewhere in a pyramid.

But there are precision instruments that Tang Xian has never seen before, and the whole scene also carries a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Huge futuristic machines stand in the middle of it.

He stared at it all in a daze, thinking about where it was.

This should not be any known pyramid.

Between the levels of the pyramid, there will be an exaggerated civilization fault line as in the game.

And here, even the eighth-story building developed by the Li family is completely incomparable to here.

Mechanical lifeforms glowing with silver light walked by.

Perhaps because his body was too short, these silver bodies of more than two meters looked like behemoths in Tang Xian's eyes.

He looked at the lines carved into the silver body, and suddenly remembered the Judge Knight.

It's just that those trial knights are also called bronze terracotta warriors.

Tang Xian speculated, could this be a higher version of the Knight of Judgment?

Before he could think about it, he was crushed by a hard projectile.

It looked like a metal ball that had been thrown from a short distance.

"Hit it, siren, look at him, he's bleeding, it's so beautiful."

"Ouranos, I said, don't laugh at him, let him know that he's a piece of waste, and he'll be depressed again."

There shouldn't be pain, Tang Xian thought.

Human beings should be able to dissipate their own aggression, and they should not feel pain, nor should they be able to hurt themselves.

Tang Xian pressed his wound. Hands were covered with blood.

The metal ball that hit him was also stained with blood.

Turning around, he followed the voice.

It was three children who looked about the same age as they were in their dreams, and a little girl looked at her in silence.

The other two should be the two men called the Sirens and the Ouranos.

Tang Xian couldn't remember where this was at all, but instinctively felt disgusted.

He wanted to teach the two children a lesson, but when he tried to do so, he saw himself.

It's like a sudden change in perspective.

He saw his little self, dressed in white and clean clothes at that time, like some kind of test subject.

And then the little self stared viciously at the three people over there - and then passed out.

It looks like a three- or two-year-old child, but it can shed so much blood.

At this time, Tang Xian discovered that this game has probably changed from first person to third person.

He became an observer.

He tried to make sounds, tried to make attractive movements, but no one could hear or see.

It's like it doesn't exist.

Tang Xian didn't dwell on this phenomenon, so it's okay, maybe he can better observe the dream?

But after walking for a while, he realized that he couldn't get too far away from the fainting child, and there was an invisible barrier around him.

Similar to unopened areas.

He could only wander around the young child, observe, think.

Others soon appeared, dressed in overalls similar to those of medical staff, with anxious expressions, carrying the unconscious child away.

The field of vision also changed again as the little boy shifted.

With the help of medical workers, the little boy quickly recovered.

As soon as he woke up, Tang Xian found that he was back in the little boy's body.

Like his soul.

He looked at his hands and wanted to complain about the fun experience.

But he couldn't speak, and the little boy didn't say Tang Xian's words.

He didn't make any moves with Tang Xian's will.

He just sat on the hospital bed, looking at those cold mechanical instruments, and tears burst into his eyes.

When a three- or two-year-old child cries, there is hardly that kind of silent crying, most of them cry loudly, hoping to attract the attention of adults.

Because crying is probably one of the few ways to express your needs.

But this little "Tang Xian" just sobbed in a low voice.

No one will come to his aid.

That's the best thing you can get.

Crying louder seems to only add to the annoyance.

Maybe it will attract others to bully you?

Tang thought quietly, is this his self before he was three years old?

Is this the missing part of your memory?

There was no answer.

After resting for a while, the little "Tang Xian" left the hospital bed.

Although the healing techniques here can almost be said to be quick in treating flesh injuries, his head is still bandaged like a mummy.

As he walked down the empty hallway, he could occasionally hear faint laughter in the distance, tinged with sarcasm.

But the child followed the sound anyway.

It was a small activity room.

But it also seems to be a place for these children to learn.

Because there is a huge electronic writing board.

There are still some very strange knowledge on it, Tang Xian looked over and found that most of it was mining knowledge.

Indeed, when he entered the school district, he felt that a lot of mining area knowledge was readily available.

But I don't know where this familiarity comes from.

Or did you really study it when you were very young?

Tang Xian didn't have time to think too deeply, but he was interrupted by a crowd of ridicule.

"Look, Konstantin, I said it, the doctor will definitely wrap him like a rice dumpling, because I have specially told him to wrap it like a ......."

Tang Xian didn't listen to these voices anymore.

In his eyes, these children all look similar, and their faces are blurred.

It's like I remember these people, but I can't remember what they looked like.

Only the eyes can see clearly.

There is no such innocence of two or three-year-old children, and their eyes are indifferent like an adult.

Today's Tang Xian, of course, understands the meaning in these eyes.

It turns out that I have been bullied.

Although not sure if this little kid is himself.

Tang Xian wasn't very angry, he was just thinking about where the hell was here?

Is it the real fortress?

The other six people looked like their opposites.

With a look of indifference and mockery, they dissected themselves in a variety of probing tones.

All of them are proving how stupid they are.

It's similar to why there are seven gods who are like themselves.

It was indeed a classroom, and soon after the little boy sat alone in the corner, listening to the ridicule, the teacher came.

The teacher is a woman who is pregnant.

The sound is familiar, familiar.

Tang Xian just couldn't remember who she was in this dream.

Her face, like that of several other children, was blurry.

The content of the class is some knowledge of the human world, not common sense, but some advanced physics and mathematics related knowledge.

Time in dreams is always eerie, and this lesson seems long, long.

There seems to be countless memories of the class intertwined and interspersed in it.

This knowledge is very mixed, some of which are the knowledge of the mining area, and some of which are the knowledge of the human world.

There are also some vague, or fleeting, not very good memories.

Such as being bullied.

Tang Xian got the names of these children from these memories.

Constantine, Siren, Ouranos, Jumang, Xihe, Ganesha.

I still don't know what they look like, though.

But three-year-old children basically belong to the age when they don't have any sense of disobedience when they hang on the pacifier.

Even if the appearance of these people is clear, after more than 20 years, they will not be recognizable.

One of them is a girl, compared to others, Ju Mang just seems indifferent, for this little Tang Xian, he didn't bully much, it was more like looking at an unrelated existence.

After figuring out the names of these people, Tang Xian still didn't know what he was called.

Or as this kid is called, he is called a waste, an idiot, and a defective product by others.

It's like an anomaly. This feeling made Tang Xian feel a little novel.

After all, it was he who despised others all along.

That teacher never called his name in class.

will look at Tang Xian with the same disgusted expression.

Even if the voice was so familiar, it was a very intimate familiarity, unlike the familiarity of these people with a sense of disgust.

But the feeling is different from reality, her smile should be very beautiful, but it is only left for other children.

More often, this young "Tang Xian" is seriously remembering what women have said and learning all kinds of knowledge.

endure all kinds of sarcasm and ridicule that are not emotional, but are enough to make people feel humiliating.

This place, most of the time there are only nine people.

The female teacher and her husband, and then the seven children.

Everyone gathers here as if with some kind of mission, and men and women are responsible for preaching and teaching.

Children seem to want to enrich their knowledge of the world as much as possible, and then inherit it.

In the Great Hall of the Mechanical Throne, they live here, and they don't have to worry about food, water, and all kinds of supplies.

For others, it's not just boring learning.

Outside of studying, bullying defective products seems to be a pastime that several other boys are happy to enjoy.

Bullying in the world is actually the same.

Only here, the hierarchy seems to be more pronounced, and everyone is currying favor with the kid named Konstantin.

It seems that in the future he will be the master of this world.

Another manifestation of the hierarchy is the bullying of Tang Xian, a defective product.

The whole dream was intermittent, and there was a strong sense of disconnection.

Tang Xian felt several times that he was about to wake up, but he just didn't wake up.

Every time this happens, it is when the child who is treated as a defective product is beaten and tortured by other children until he passes out.

It's hard to imagine that these children are born with strange powers, and they don't have any scruples at all.

Things like the one that broke the blood from the smashed head like the one at the beginning of the dream are simply commonplace.

Because it was in a dream, Tang Xian felt that everything was like a story.

He is rarely moved by stories that earn tears, and he has hardly ever shed tears in his life.

Shouldn't there be?

Tang Xian couldn't think of it himself.

It's just from a one-person perspective that I feel when this child is being bullied in all kinds.

When he saw this child curled up and crying in the most deserted corner, Tang Xian's heart was still twitching.

Nobody cares about him.

No one will love him.

There is no way to escape, and no one will come to save them.

At that time when the world was still being defined and the worldview was still in the fragmented stage, this child had already begun to experience the darkest experience of being a human being.

- Learning is the most interesting thing besides food.

When Tang Xian saw the child write this sentence, his whole consciousness froze.

It's like a veil that was originally vague, suddenly blown away by the wind.

The child wrote these words, and Tang Xian was suddenly able to understand the despair.

Even the teacher in class, who had the impression that she was supposed to be a very gentle woman, never took care of herself.

But at least in the classroom, these people don't bully themselves.

So learning is a joyful thing.

When knowledge is infused, at least I don't remember all kinds of embarrassing experiences.

Perhaps it is only in that brief period of time that there is a feeling of being alive.

Of course, the seriousness he showed became a source of ridicule for him.

"How can a higher life be concerned with the desires of the mouth? Defective products are defective products, teacher, are you right? ”

"Yes, oh, my dear Konstantin."

"It's ridiculous to look at him, is he thinking? Is this simple knowledge difficult for him to understand? It seems that he is not just a defective product in terms of talent. ”

"Why do we want to live with such a stupid and despicable degraded species?"

"Yes, teacher, what is the point of him here?"

"Hey, stupid, what's the point of your life? You don't deserve to be here! ”

Such conversations always come up all the time.

That question comes up many times – what's the point here?

A sad mood rose in Tang Xian's heart. He hadn't been in this mood for a long time.

That young child, it must be painful, right?

That child may be struggling to think about the meaning of his existence, but Tang Xian knows it.

The answer is cruel.

But Tang Xian also had some doubts.

Why do you feel close to that woman?

How can such a child live forever?

Did fate bring about a huge change for this child and for his young self at some point?

Or...... Is this just a weird, headless dream?

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