What does it feel like?!

What does it feel like?!

What does it feel like?!

Pitch black, dark, deep, even ......

"Dream!!"

A scream of cold and intense emotion rang out, pulling the temple out of some kind of spiraling abyss.

The hall trembled, the cold hair exploded, and Fang Cai felt like he was being covered with his head, his limbs were tied, and then the whole person was put into a sack and sank into the dark and cold deep sea with heavy objects.

Everything is swallowed up by the darkness around you, and there is even an addictive feeling that makes people endlessly nostalgic.

That is,

Darkrai?

This is the Nightmare God?

He looked around again, and at this moment it was a gentleman dressed elegantly, a lady with rich makeup, a member of Team Rocket with a dejected face, or even the kings of Nido who had returned to freedom......

All of these creatures, which had been scattered with life, fell on the deck, letting the cold water stains wash over their wooden faces.

That's right, at this moment, in all directions, there are all wooden bodies lying on the ground, each of which is ready to be pushed into the palace of eternal sleep at any time as if it has been taken care of by a skilled makeup artist.

He didn't need to look at the secret room, he knew that he was probably the only survivor in this nameless cruise ship now.

Ironically, instead of being completely pulled into a nightmare for a moment, the reason why the Dream Demon had a chance to wake him up was the breath of Darkrai in his body that belonged to him ten years later.

He took a deep breath and felt every cell trembling in his body, "Huh...... Haha......"

"Hahaha, hahaha!!"

He laughed uncharacteristically, laughing so exaggerated that he was clutching his stomach, laughing at the entire cruise ship, and the entire sea area near the laughing seemed to be the only one echoing.

After a full minute or so, the temple suddenly straightened up, the smile on his face retracted, and he closed his eyes to feel the drifting sea breeze and the endless melody of wailing.

He could see the scenes clearly.

When the ironclad chrysalis struggled to break out of the shell, it now has a layer of shell outside, layer after layer, endlessly; When the prince firmly believes that defeating the dragon will save the princess, the princess and the dragon are holding each other; It's unbelievable.

Bobo, who hates the large-billed finch the most, has evolved into a large-billed finch when he has happily evolved, driven out by the herd, ridiculed by relatives and friends, and forever with his most hated 'self' for the rest of his life;

I hope that the hard-working parents will be happy in their old age, and the young man will work day and night, but when he finally returns home, it is an empty house; Two Pokémon who love each other are facing each other because of a feud between the clans; This is love parting.

"It doesn't seem like an emotion you're into."

The hall rubbed the corners of his eyes, this scene is not just so simple to see, the emotions of all kinds of characters in the picture are completely crushed like unilateral malice.

"Dream ......"

The dream demon has recovered to its original state at this moment, but it has no appetite at all in the face of the strong emotions around it.

This is not the 'fear' she likes to know, but the 'discarded'.

Creatures are terrified by hope, and hope is hoped by fear.

It is precisely because I can't ask for it, I hate it, and I love to part, so I stretch out my hand angrily.

It is precisely because there is tragedy in his eyes that he is alert to a positive life.

That's why I like it.

Ghost Stone so,

The same goes for the Dream Demon.

Then, the emotions around the body at this moment are not like this, not the hope born of fear, but the emotion of abandonment.

He glanced at the Candlelight Spirit hiding behind his feet, then took out the Poké Ball and retrieved it.

He has seen many tourists in the haunted house, some people who experience horror, some who seek relaxation, and these people all show a heartfelt smile when they walk out of the haunted house.

This is a smile that sees hope, grasps life, and moves towards the future.

That's what haunted houses are about, that's what we people are worth. ’

The temple laughed again, "If it's not over, how can you come back." ”

"A nightmare that you can't wake up from isn't a nightmare, it's just pain."

He shook his head, then looked at the black Kirishima in front of him with a solemn expression.

It was nothing like the Nightmare God he knew.

'Nightmare God' Darkrai, rumored to bring nightmares to living beings.

However, just as Absolus was called a 'plague beast', it was actually a foresight of calamity.

Darkrai's 'nightmares' are more of an omen, informing the dreamer of future dangers.

This is also the origin of its name as 'god', not as 'nightmare demon'.

Similarly, Darkrai is generally the object of Dreamière' Klesalia's chase.

However, in reality, the island in front of you, including the nearby sea, and all the animistic creatures in the sea, have been dragged into an eternal nightmare, suffering all kinds of extremely real tragedies.

Bell, bell, bell, bell...... The illusory solemn voice still reverberates.

Woo, woo, woo, woo...... The figure of a dream is still wailing.

Woo!

The cruise ship was still heading towards the black Kirishima in front of it, as if it had been completely dominated by an invisible force.

However, the temple also stood at the dragon of the cruise ship, quietly looking at one of the seven islands of Kanto that was getting closer and closer.

Woo!

The cruise ship slowly sailed into the black fog, and then quietly docked next to a port.

Tread, tread, tread...... The temple touched the cautious Dream Demon above his head, then straightened the Poké Ball in his hand again, and walked towards the port below.

Quiet, lonely, this is the atmosphere of this island today.

Houses near the port are lit up and the streets are lit up as bright as day.

However, there was no figure, not even Pokémon.

There is no imaginary clash between the locals and the rockets, and there is no noisy reserve of supplies.

"What does Darkrai want to do?"

The temple asked to himself, and now Team Rocket seems to have become Darkrai's collection.

But, oddly enough, Darkrai did this kind of thing in any way that would do it any better, except that it would attract more trainers.

"Dreams!"

The dream demon's eyes suddenly flashed red, and the glimmer of the ruby on his chest matched with the black eye.

This time she didn't release the slightest bit of water, after all, no one knew what would happen to this small island filled with Darkrai's power.

Two pure black pupils with no whites suddenly stared into the distance, and dark red chains stretched out from the void and collided violently with a blue pupil.

"Is the way you greet people so peculiar?"

The familiar voice sounded again.

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