The Great Dream God

Mengjin fell violently on the hard ground like a meteorite, stirring up a cloud of dust, as if announcing the fierceness of the battle. Edward, his enemy, was ruthless, standing in the smoke and dust, with the tentacles on his back like a giant python in the jungle, ready to go, with irresistible power and thunderous momentum, rushing towards Mengjin, as if to tear the space apart.

"We must not let him succeed!" Meng Jin shouted in his heart. His reaction was as fast as lightning. Almost at the moment when the tentacles attacked, he suddenly jumped up, his body as light as a swallow, and skillfully rolled through the attack range of the tentacles. The scene was full of dangers and breathtaking. This scene was like dancing on the edge of a knife, a fine line between life and death.

However, when Meng Jin briefly hovered in midair, preparing to look for a chance to counterattack, he found himself in trouble. Unable to adjust his direction and speed immediately, he became the bull's eye. At this critical moment, a tentacle hidden in the shadows suddenly attacked him from behind like a venomous snake out of a hole, with endless malice and power, and hit his chest fiercely. The air seemed to solidify at that moment, leaving only Meng Jin's painful groan echoing in the air.

"Hahaha!" Edward laughed wildly, his laughter echoing in the empty space, full of irony and pride. He looked down at Meng Jin, who was covered in wounds, with a cold sense of superiority in his eyes. "Look, Meng Jin, what else can you do to resist me now? Your strength and your pride are trembling under my feet now!"

Meng Jin gritted his teeth, not letting the painful groan escape his lips. He raised his head with difficulty and looked directly into Edward's eyes. Those eyes were as deep as the abyss, full of unyielding light, which made Edward shudder in his heart. Although his body had been pierced by tentacles and blood was soaking his white clothes like a stream, his eyes were still tenacious, as if endless perseverance was burning in his chest.

"You are wrong, Edward." Meng Jin's voice was low and powerful, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat. "Even if I am overwhelmed, even if I am seriously injured, I will tear up that slave contract with my own hands! Even if it costs my life, I will make your evil soul fly away!"

Edward was enraged by Meng Jin's determination, his face turned blue in an instant, and his furious roar was deafening: "Tear it apart for me! Completely destroy the contract that binds my soul and let my existence disappear from this world!" His order was like thunder, accompanied by the crazy twisting of tentacles, trying to end it all with violence.

Meng Jin's eyes were like deep black holes, staring at Edward without any emotion. His cold expression was like frost and snow in winter, which made people shudder. In his eyes, Edward seemed to see his own reflection, a helpless and tiny clown, who looked particularly pitiful under Meng Jin's gaze. This silent ridicule was more painful than any words. Edward could not resist and could only choose to lower his head, trying to avoid the heavy gaze.

However, when he raised his eyelids tremblingly, trying to escape from this oppressive atmosphere, everything around him suddenly changed. The familiar environment collapsed in an instant, replaced by a strange world surrounded by pure white light. Endless light extended all around, like an illusion in a dream, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion. And Meng Jin, at this moment, was like a god in mythology, suspended high in the air, his figure looming in the light, with a kind of transcendent majesty.

Meng Jin's lips curled up into a barely perceptible smile, his voice as calm as the breeze on the lake, he slowly said: "Welcome, Edward, you have stepped into my dream. Here, I am the master and you are the traveler." Every word was like an invisible ripple, echoing in this white world, making Edward's heartbeat accelerate. He knew that he was deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Edward's heart trembled suddenly, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand. He realized with horror that he was gradually sinking deeper into the dream maze woven by Meng Jin. The surrounding scene was blurry and distorted, like an oil painting with hallucinations. Every step made him further and further away from reality. He shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of this false illusion from his mind, but his body was out of control, as if it was tightly bound by invisible chains.

Meng Jin's voice echoed in the void, calm and deep, like the surface of a lake at night, without any waves. "You are not evil, Edward," Meng Jin said softly, his tone gentle but firm, "It's just that in the pursuit of power and wealth, your vision was blinded and you forgot your original intention."

Edward stared at the dream master in front of him with wide eyes, trying to find a clue to escape. He was struggling in his heart, his mind told him to resist, but Meng Jin's control was everywhere. Every time he tried, he seemed so powerless in Meng Jin's words, like a leaf in the wind, unable to decide his own direction.

"You can break free," Meng Jin continued, his voice like a gurgling stream, flowing deep into Edward's consciousness, "as long as you find back what you have lost and see your true wishes." Meng Jin's words were like a key, trying to unlock the shackles in Edward's heart and free him from the cage of this dream.

His words made Edward fall into deep thought. He thought of his childhood, when he longed for his father's approval, but his father only valued strength. In order to get his father's approval, he desperately pursued strength and power, and finally embarked on this road of no return.

"The bond between us is far greater than you can imagine," Meng Jin continued, "I don't want to see you go to destruction."

Edward felt mixed emotions. He wanted to get rid of Meng Jin's control, but he couldn't bear to hurt him. He struggled in contradiction and pain, and finally chose to give up resistance.

Without warning, countless inky black tentacles swarmed out from every corner of the dream world like seaweed in a gust of wind, rushing straight towards Meng Jin's body constructed of illusions. These tentacles were like the cold claws of death, tearing and crushing him mercilessly, shattering his dream world into pieces, and the blood-red fragments drifted in the void, like broken glass reflecting the color of despair.

Meng Jin's mouth was bleeding red, but his eyes were determined as he stared at the source of the tentacles - the triangular monster. He panted and warned Edward beside him, "Those tentacles are the claws of the triangular tentacle monster. It will erode your consciousness and make you its puppet. Your soul will be wiped out under its control."