The Great Dream God

At this historic moment, Meng Jin finally slowly and solemnly removed the invisible protective shield he had carefully woven. This protective shield was like a magical boundary, tough and silent. For a long time, it had been like the village's guardian god, silently standing at the junction of the village and the outside world, blocking all possible threats and troubles, allowing life in the village to be as peaceful as a poem and the years to be quiet.

However, as this protective cover gradually faded, just like the curtain on the stage slowly falling, the village was no longer obscured, and its true appearance gradually emerged in the sun, with every corner bathed in light. This is not only a physical exposure, but also a symbol of a change in mentality, an openness and acceptance of the unknown world.

Wang Wu and Ximen Yue, two friends who grew up together, have a friendship that has withstood the test of wind and rain, like a solid rock, unshakable. At this moment, they walked side by side on the stone road in the village, each step seemed so firm and powerful. The two people's eyes met together, like two sharp beams of light, piercing through the tranquility of the village and pointing directly to the unknown in the distance. In that look, it revealed not only determination, but also an expectation for the future and an eager desire for challenges.

They stared ahead together, where the eldest prince stood in the sunlight. The sealed power made him look like an ancient statue, majestic and mysterious. His figure cast a long shadow under the sunlight, like an unclimbable mountain, giving people a deep sense of awe and a little fear. That powerful aura was enough to shock people even from a distance.

Wang Wu's eyes were as hot as fire, and his heart was like a drum, the powerful beating sound echoing in his chest, as if to spread his determination to the whole world.

"Suppose, just suppose, we can bring that famous prince under our protection," Wang Wu's words were like thunder in the middle of the night, deep and full of endless power. Every syllable was like a hot stone thrown into the silent heart lake, stirring up ripples. His eyes were as bright as stars, burning with great ambitions. It was a flame forged by responsibility and mission, illuminating his face.

In his mind, he had a grand picture, a scene of their displaced people returning to their homeland, a scene of the North Sea Empire's flag flying again on the top of the palace. He wanted to lead them forward, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, all at once, in one breath, breaking through numerous obstacles, and returning to the place they once called home. What he longed to take back was not only the throne, but also their dignity, their future, and their hope.

In the vast territory of the North Sea Empire, the reputation of the eldest prince has long been fading like a candle. His iron-fisted tyranny is like a dark cloud that blocks out the sun and makes the people live in dire straits. His greed is like a bottomless black hole that constantly devours the country's wealth, making people's lives increasingly difficult and miserable. His name has now become a synonym for fear and pain, deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The common people who had suffered from his oppression still had the marks of the scepter on their backs, and their hearts were filled with a desire for justice. The nobles, their eyes sparkled with a desire for freedom, were deeply dissatisfied with the Grand Prince's rule, and the seeds of change were brewing in their hearts. Not to mention his colleagues who had been ruthlessly suppressed by him, their wounds had not healed, and the flames of revenge were burning in their hearts.

Countless people secretly vowed to overthrow the eldest prince's rule, even at the cost of blood.

Wang Wu and Ximen Yue knew this very well. They saw the dawn of hope and the possibility of restoring the country.

Meng Jin's smile is like the softest sunshine in the autumn afternoon, quietly sprinkled on the quiet lake, dyeing the lake water into a golden silk, and every ripple is telling of warmth and depth. His smile is not ostentatious, but it has the power to penetrate people's hearts, dispel the cold, and illuminate the corners of people's hearts.

He nodded slightly, his movements gentle but powerful, showing his sincere agreement with the other party's point of view and his respect for others. His eyes were as deep as the lake water, silently sliding over everything in front of him, and finally stopping on the black shadow standing quietly beside him.

It was a silent existence, named Kedi, and his name was as deep and mysterious as his figure. This name seemed to be a figure from an ancient legend, with an indescribable solemnity and heaviness, and every syllable contained unknown stories and secrets, waiting to be revealed.

For Mengjin, this name is both poetic and somewhat lengthy, like those obscure spells in ancient books.

"Kedi," Meng Jin said with a slightly joking tone revealing a sense of intimacy, "Although this name is unique, it is indeed a bit difficult to pronounce and not very smooth. Have you considered changing your name? This way I can communicate with you more easily by other names." His proposal was not made out of frivolity, but out of concern for his friend. He hoped to eliminate possible obstacles in their communication and make their friendship smoother.

The corners of Kedi's mouth curled up in a mysterious arc, and his eyes flashed with deep wisdom and a hint of playfulness. "Master, you heard it, from this moment on, I will serve you as the Emperor of Cthulhu, loyally!" His words were full of solemnity and determination, as if this new name was not only a reshaping of him, but also his declaration of the new order.

Meng Jin looked at him, his eyes showing both admiration and doubt. He smiled gently, and that smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, gentle and deep. "Cthulhu Emperor, this name is indeed majestic, I like it very much." He nodded slightly, indicating his approval of this change. However, the topic quickly turned to the mystery just now, "You said that those craftsmen disappeared because of you, so where are they now? You have the ability to find them back, is this true?" Meng Jin's question went straight to the core, expecting a clear answer.

Emperor Cthulhu responded without hesitation, and his eyes sparkled like stars twinkling in the darkness. "Master, you don't have to worry. I have indeed temporarily moved those craftsmen to ensure their safety and prevent them from encountering accidents during the shipbuilding process. At this moment, they are working quietly in a secret place. I only need to think about it and bring them back safely." His voice was deep and powerful, full of confidence, as if everything was under his control.