"What do you mean? The world is not very real? ”

Garon asked, munching on fresh vegetables as he cut the tender chops.

After soaking in the hot springs, the two of them found themselves a little hungry, so they went back to the house to take out the prepared food and chatted while eating.

"I don't know." Dees frowned, "It's just that I've had some weird dreams lately, and the content is intermittent."

There is life as a child, very hard training, and the battle in the arena, which is connected...... It seems like a record of me living somewhere in another capacity.

I'm sure I haven't been there, but the tension of the battle, and the small talk with some people, tell me very clearly that they really existed.

To be honest, I can't tell which side is a dream and which side is reality. ”

"So serious?" Garon was surprised, "Are you sure you're not too tired?" ”

Garon knows that people who survive certain dangerous situations are prone to leave some wounds that are difficult to recover.

The fear of life and death is easy to breed nightmares, and Dees and he belong to this kind of person, so some mental illnesses are normal.

Unexpectedly, Diess shook his head and denied,

"I'm still confident in my body, and I've been relaxing for a while lately, so it's impossible for this kind of abnormality to occur.

And these things don't grow slowly, and there is no warning at all.

So I think that the picture in the dream may not be fake.

But if my speculation came true, wouldn't the world be ..... now"

A beam of light slammed on Dies's head, and the pain burned with rage.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"If it's a dream, you should wake up, right?"

Garon raised his fist and said to Dis.

"I don't remember the person in the dream feeling such real pain."

"You .....", the irascible Diess was also stunned when he heard this, "What he said makes sense......"

The dream world is a fictional scene created by the brain, and the sleeping body is unable to receive complete information and contact with other people outside of the individual.

Therefore, the dream self is unable to truly feel intense pain, nor can it communicate with other objects in a complex way like reality.

"For mortals, there is nothing wrong with that. But if the body and soul are drawn into the dream, a lot of common sense can no longer be used. ”

In the studio, the old man painted a conversation between the two of them, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was answering their questions.

After all, the dreams constructed by the gods are fundamentally different from the fantasies of mortals, and they who created all things know how to transform the unreal into reality.

And among them, Hypnos, who is in charge of sleep and dreams, is much more powerful than ordinary gods.

He has arranged countless dreams, and in order to truly defeat those mortals who are enemies of God, he has created a special world with his own hands.

There are only two kinds of life in this world, one is a dream golem that absorbs the host's memories to get a real body, and the other is a human who has fallen into the dream world after being reversed from the desire and persistence in his heart.

They may have been prodigiously powerful, brilliant minds, and praised by the people.

But without exception, they are all trapped in this world forever, forgetting reality.

The wretched human beings who were bound by their own desires once had a common name.

They're called heroes. ”

The old man added the final touches to the canvas, then took a step back and quietly admired his work.

The clean and tidy floor, the delicious and juicy food, and the two men who are distressed and relaxed are as if they are alive in the painting, vivid.

"The Cancer Gold Saint Seiya, with his ability to force into the dream world, left a little memory, and there are faint signs of awakening.

This..... Some pieces that are not very good and are not bound by the rules are not liked by chess players. ”

The old man groaned,

"To avoid accidents, it's time for her to get moving."

He raised his hand, and a white piece of letterhead floated into the shadow on the side of the door, caught between two dry fingers.

It was an entity filled entirely with black shadows, with a slumped body that could not see clearly, its skin covered by a large gray robe, and it knelt respectfully on the ground waiting for instructions.

"Give this to Pandora, she knows what to do."

“......”，

The gray-clad shadow nodded, took two steps back, and slowly dissolved into the darkness beside the door.

The room became quiet again, and the old man looked at the picture on the canvas with a look of anticipation on his face.

"I really can't leave it alone."

Diese slapped his hand on the table, shaking the plates and startling Garon.

Finally stabilizing the bowl to avoid spilling more soup, Garon said helplessly.

"Then what do you want, am I beating you up, or are you beating me?"

Dees ignored Garon's complaints and said seriously.

"Garon, although I still have many mysteries to figure out, I am not in vain.

It's true that I don't know what I'm a warrior for, or what I'm fighting against, but the aura of the enemy is still a little impressive. ”

With that, Disston paused, pondered for a moment and continued,

"It's death and nothingness, a smell that even people like me who live in dark corners hate."

Hearing this, Garon tapped his index finger lightly on the tabletop,

"Is there any more specific information, and we can't do anything about this alone, right?"

Dees grinned.

"Of course, do you remember the woman in black you met at the Moonlight Theater?"

Garon thought for a moment and nodded.

"At that time, I felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't explain what was wrong.

It wasn't until I met her again a few days ago that I was sure she had some connection to my dreams.

I'm not sure she's the enemy I'm looking for, but as a living person, she has the breath of death.

The kind of irritability and restlessness that makes my fists want to swing can't be wrong.

Unfortunately, before I could figure anything out, she was gone. ”

Dees punched hard and said.

"I think I'll get the answer when I meet her again."

"Do you know where she lives?" , Garon asked.

Diese nodded,

"I've probably gathered some information about her, including her address, which is in the city at the foot of the mountain, and if you have time, you can accompany me on a trip to confirm my suspicions."

Garon didn't answer, but fell silent, which made Dees stunned.

By the way, he's not the murderer he used to be. If you meddle in this kind of thing again, I am afraid that you will be in danger again.

Diess was speechless for a moment, hesitating whether to persuade the other party.

"Tomorrow, I'll look for you tomorrow, forget it today."

"Not today?" Dees raised an eyebrow, "Why?" ”

“...... Because it was my turn to do the housework, it was probably getting dark after washing the dishes and cleaning up the house, and I didn't really want to go at night......

Besides, it always feels weird to go to a woman at night. ”