Chapter 381: Dream Lantern (Part 2)
Chapter 381: Dream Lantern (Part 2)
So, this is your dream.
As he gazed up at the massive palm descending from above, the old investigator instinctively squeezed his legs together, then glanced regretfully at the female reporter beside him.
"I can't make a move right now. Give me the lantern... Nicole, he's all yours!"
"Okay."
The female reporter nodded and handed over the Dream Lantern she was holding to the old investigator. As Lyon watched her with a hint of surprise, she raised her hand and stepped forward.
"Bang!"
With the fall of the giant palm, the top of the clock tower exploded, sending large chunks of bricks and stones flying in all directions, creating a huge cloud of grayish smoke in mid-air.
Following the principle of 'where there's smoke, there's no injury', this slap seemed to have been in vain.
Feeling that the sensation was off, as if he had struck an empty target, Lyon immediately retracted his right hand and took a deep breath. From within the cloud of smoke surrounding the clock tower, an all-too-familiar, aged voice could be heard.
"Do you remember? I told you before..."
Twisting the handle of the Dream Lantern, the old investigator dimmed the light around him slightly and then emerged from the cloud of smoke, smiling as he said, "It won't be long before we meet again. You..." He coughed violently. "What's that smell?!"
Well... tonight's dinner was garlic pasta, and it seems the flavor was a bit strong.
Blowing out a breath filled with the fragrance of garlic, the old investigator dispersed the smoke at the top of the clock tower. Seeing the investigator's face turning slightly green from the smell, Lyon couldn't help but furrow his brows.
"I knew it! There's definitely something wrong with you!"
"..."
Yes, I actually... never mind, I suddenly don't feel like talking to you anymore...
As Lyon spoke, the pungent garlic smell intensified. The old investigator, who had been planning to say something harsh, quickly covered his nose and mouth with a dark expression and took a step back while holding the lantern.
"And you!"
After being overwhelmed by the smell, the old investigator retreated, and Lyon, who had given himself an Ultraman persona, slightly bent his body, now towering over forty meters tall, and glared at the female reporter.
"Miss Nicole, I never expected to run into you here."
"..."
"What are the two of you up to?"
"..."
"Is the Aquarius Director still alive? What's your relationship with him?"
"..."
"Talk!"
"..."
Please, just shut up!
As Lyon's body expanded, the intensity of the smell also increased by more than one level. The female reporter, unable to bear it any longer, leaped forward, jumping over thirty meters in a single bound. She raised her hand and pushed Lyon forcefully in the chest.
"Lie down!"
With a slightly annoyed shout from the female reporter, the Ultraman-like figure, with a weight of several tens of thousands of tons, actually toppled over with a loud crash, flattening the street behind him.
Is this the power of 'Non-Tentacle'? Even Ultraman can be pushed over?
After examining the female reporter's clean hands, Lyon recalled the strange lantern she was holding. It seemed to have the ability to fix the dream's scenery, so even though he was the master of this dream, he couldn't make significant changes to the scene.
He could only transform the palace into a paid park, adding some skyscrapers or overpasses, which was already the limit of his ability. Anything more advanced couldn't be incorporated into this dream.
So, he had to focus on altering himself...
"Don't struggle."
Crushing something in his hand, the old investigator dispersed the smoke around the clock tower. Holding the lantern, he stood at the edge of the building, looking down at the fallen giant Lyon with cold, indifferent eyes.
"If I'm not mistaken, you dared to ambush me here because you knew you were the master of this dream, and you thought you could take advantage of that, right?"
"..."
"You're too naive. Dreams aren't as simple as you think."
The old investigator reached into his pocket and took out a strange white rope, which he then tossed to the female reporter. With a cold smile, he said, "Even in a false dream, one cannot conjure things they are completely unfamiliar with out of thin air. It's not as easy as saying you can rival the gods and suddenly possessing their mighty power."
"In a false dream, the most powerful thing is actually reality."
"The dream you've created is indeed unique, but whether it's the palace turned into a garden or your seemingly powerful body, they are both hollow shells that can't withstand scrutiny.
With your experience and understanding of power, you simply can't imagine what a truly powerful existence is like, and naturally, you can't construct it in your own dream..."
"So stop struggling. Just lie down and behave. Before the Soul Annihilation Abyss fully descends, I'll spare your life!"
"..."
Thanks for the explanation... But are you sure the things I created in my dream aren't real enough?
After hearing the old investigator's words, Leon raised his eyebrows and promptly abandoned his Ultraman persona. His gigantic body, dozens of meters tall, quickly shrank back to a size not much different from a normal person.
Although his chest didn't have a countdown flashing light, the fact that he was knocked down and ended up sitting in the middle of the street was proof enough that the "Ultraman Leon" he had created wasn't too far off from reality.
As for why he was still pushed down even as Ultraman, the reason likely lay in the female reporter's hands.
Her Non-Tentacle, when correctly activated, could forcefully resist all "contact" from beings below True Deity. If not even a touch had occurred, then Ultraman Leon's power, no matter how great, was useless...
Time to switch to Super Saiyan!
Hehe, have you given up resisting already?
Seeing the enormous body dissipate and Leon returning to his normal size, the old investigator couldn't help but smirk.
This guy is still too green to even believe the enemy's words.
The power of dreams, in the end, is nothing more than the power of belief. As the master of this dream, the opponent undoubtedly possesses the highest-level "permissions." As long as he is firm and believes he can definitely defeat himself, the final outcome is indeed uncertain.
Now that he has a sense of fear, all the old investigator needs to do is continue to undermine his confidence, making him doubt his own abilities. Naturally, he will become weaker and gradually lose control over this dream.
When this dream becomes chaotic and the opponent's power is weakened to a certain extent, it's time to... Hmm? Why is his hair turning gold? And why is it spiking up like a hedgehog? What's that blue light flashing in his hand?
...
"Hehe~"
"Kid?!"
Seeing Leon laughing in his sleep for some unknown reason, the Black Goat's expression tightened. He quickly shouted, "Wake up! Wake up quickly!"
"..."
"Your soul is acting up! You're too excited! Be careful, you might be ambushed!"
"..."
"Don't sleep! Wake up! Stop laughing!"
"..."
"Wake up! What are you dreaming about? Why are you so happy?"
(End of Chapter)
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