Chapter 381

So this was your dream, huh.

Looking up at the massive hand descending from above, the Old Investigator couldn’t help but instinctively squeeze his legs together, then looked somewhat regretfully at the Female Journalist beside him.

“I can’t fight now; give me the lantern… Nicole, leave him to you!”

“Alright.”

The Female Journalist nodded, handing over the [Dream Lantern] to the Old Investigator. Then, under Leon’s somewhat surprised gaze, she boldly raised her hand and stepped forward.

“Bang!”

As the enormous hand landed, the top of the clock tower exploded with a thunderous boom. Large chunks of masonry flew everywhere, instantly stirring up thick clouds of gray dust in mid-air.

According to the rule that smoke without injury means nothing happened, this slap seemed wasted.

Realizing something was off, like hitting empty air, Leon immediately retracted his right hand and took a deep breath. From within the swirling dust around the clock tower, a familiar, aged voice emerged.

“Do you remember? I told you before…”

Twisting the handle of the [Dream Lantern], dimming the light surrounding him slightly, the Old Investigator slowly stepped out of the dust cloud, smiling as he said, “It won’t be long until we meet again. You… cough! cough! cough! What is this smell?!”

Uh… dinner tonight was garlic pasta, so it does seem a bit strong.

After exhaling a mouthful of breath filled with the aroma of garlic, dispersing the dust on the top of the clock tower, Leon’s eyebrows furrowed tightly upon seeing the old investigator whose face had turned slightly green from the fumes.

“I knew it, you definitely have a problem!”

“…”

Yes, I actually… never mind, suddenly don’t feel like talking to you anymore…

As Leon began speaking, the garlicky smell intensified around them. The Old Investigator, who had been preparing some tough words, quickly covered his nose and mouth with a grimace, retreating half a step while holding the lantern.

“And you!”

Having already driven the Old Investigator back with his scent, Leon, who had pre-set himself as an Ultraman character standing over forty meters tall, bent slightly and stared intently at the Female Journalist:

“Miss Nicole, I didn’t expect to encounter you here.”

“…”

“What exactly are you two trying to do?”

“…”

“Is the Aquarius Director still alive? What relation do you have with him?”

“…”

“Speak!”

“…”

Please stop talking!

Faced with the increasingly potent, irritating odor matching Leon’s enlarged body, the Female Journalist, unable to bear it any longer, leaped upward more than thirty meters, forcefully pushing Leon’s chest with her hand as she shouted: “Lie down!”

With the irritated cry of the Female Journalist, the Ultraman-inspired Leon, whose weight exceeded several ten-thousand tons, actually collapsed with a sound, flattening the street behind him with a loud thud.

Is this the power of Incontact Hand? Even Ultraman can be pushed over? After assessing the Female Journalist’s clean hands, Leon frowned again, recalling relevant intelligence.

The strange lantern in her possession appeared to stabilize the dream scene, so even though he was the master of this dream, he still couldn’t make arbitrary large-scale changes to the setting.

Turning the Royal Palace into a pay-to-enter park, adding skyscrapers or overpasses was already the limit of his ability. Anything more sci-fi simply wouldn’t fit into this dream.

“Don’t struggle.”

Reaching into his pocket and crushing something, dispelling the heavy garlic scent atop the clock tower, the Old Investigator walked to the edge of the building, looking down at the fallen giant Leon with a cold expression:

“If I’m not mistaken, you dared to ambush me here because you knew you were the master of this dream, thinking you could use that to your advantage, right?”

“…”

“You’re too naive. Dreams aren’t such simple things.”

Taking out a white rope-like object from his pocket, tossing it to the Female Journalist, the Old Investigator sneered: “Even in false dreams, humans cannot conjure things they are completely unfamiliar with. Saying you rival a god doesn’t mean you’ll possess equivalent power.

In a false dream, the most powerful thing is truth.”

“The dream world you created is peculiar, but whether it’s the palace transformed into a garden or your seemingly mighty body, they’re all hollow frameworks that don’t stand scrutiny.

Given your experience and understanding of power, you can’t imagine what true strength looks like, let alone construct it in your own dream…”

“So stop struggling. Lie still until the Soulfall Black Abyss fully descends. I’ll spare your life for now!”

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“…”

Thank you for explaining… but are you sure the things I create in my dreams aren’t real enough? After hearing the Old Investigator’s words, Leon raised an eyebrow and promptly canceled his Ultraman persona, shrinking rapidly back to a normal size.

Though there wasn’t a countdown timer on his chest, sitting down and leveling half a street proved that his “Ultraman Leon” wasn’t lacking in authenticity.

As for why being an Ultraman still got him pushed over, it probably came down to those hands of hers.

Her Incontact Hand, when properly activated, could forcibly resist all forms of contact below True God level. Without actual contact, no matter how strong Ultraman Leon was, it was useless…

Time to switch to Super Saiyan!…

Heh heh, already given up resisting? Watching Leon disperse his giant form and return to normal size, the Old Investigator couldn’t help but smirk slightly.

Believing an enemy’s words, this guy is still too inexperienced.

The power of dreams ultimately boils down to belief. As the Dream Master, he undoubtedly has the highest level of “permission.” If he firmly believed he could defeat me, the final outcome would be uncertain.

Now that he’s started to fear, all I need to do is keep undermining his confidence, making him doubt his abilities. Naturally, he will gradually become weaker and lose control over this dream.

When the dream becomes chaotic and his power diminishes to a certain extent, it will be time… Hmm? Why is his hair turning gold? And floating up like a hedgehog? What’s that blue glowing thing in his hand? (*–-)===3…

“Hehe~”

“Kid?! Wake up! Wake up quick!”

Seeing Leon suddenly laugh in his sleep for no apparent reason, Black Goat’s expression tightened, loudly calling out: “Wake up! Be careful! Your soul seems off! Too excited! Watch out for tricks!”

“…”

“Don’t sleep! Wake up! Stop laughing!”

“…”

“Wake up! What did you dream about? How can you be so happy?”

(End of Chapter)