The Great Dream God

His eyes were filled with exhaustion and despair, but he still gritted his teeth and struggled tenaciously, trying to find a tiny glimmer of hope for relief. His body kept shaking, as if he was enduring the torture from hell. The pain was like a surging tide, coming in waves, almost suffocating him.

"I must not be defeated by fear so easily!" Edward secretly encouraged himself, with an unyielding flame burning deep in his heart.

At the same time, the man in black robe seemed to be touched by the words of the mysterious voice.

The man in black robe: "What should I do?"

Mysterious voice: "Fall into hatred!"

The black-robed man's voice trembled: "What do you mean?"

The mysterious voice said, "The person who killed your family was Edward! You have to kill him too, so you can get revenge. This is what you should do!"

The man in black robe fell into deep thought. His thoughts were like a ship drifting in the sea of ​​time, slowly sailing towards those fragments of the past.

In this nightmare world, Edward continued to grope forward with difficulty. Although his eyes were full of fatigue and despair, that ray of tenacious light never extinguished. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath was like carrying a heavy mountain on his back. The sound of his difficult breathing seemed particularly clear in this silent dream, as if the countdown of his life was beating mercilessly.

"I don't want to die like this..." Edward's heart was filled with the desire to survive and the fear of death.

His heartbeat was like a rapid drumbeat, echoing in this dark world. The beating rhythm seemed like the melody of death, filling his heart with endless fear. However, despite this, he still did not give up, and still struggled hard, hoping to find a glimmer of hope to escape this nightmare.

"I must get out of this terrible place alive!" Edward clenched his fists tightly. His fingers turned pale due to excessive force. His nails dug deep into his palms. Blood oozed slowly from his fingers, but he seemed to feel no pain. His eyes still flashed with a ray of determination, which was his persistent pursuit of survival and his eager expectation for liberation.

"I won't be defeated so easily!" Edward's eyes were full of firm determination. The light seemed so faint in this dark world, yet so tenacious, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to people.

In this seemingly endless nightmare, Edward's past seemed to emerge before his eyes.

"I was so carefree, happy and comfortable back then..." Edward's eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia.

He recalled the good times he spent with his family when he was a child. The warm sunshine sprinkled on the green grass, they ran and played to their heart's content, and their cheerful laughter echoed in the air for a long time. At that time, the sky was so blue, the clouds were so white, and everything was so beautiful and peaceful.

"Dad, Mom, I miss you so much..." There were sparkling tears in Edward's eyes, which reflected his deep attachment to family affection and endless remembrance of the good times.

However, all this was just an illusion! His childhood was not as wonderful as he remembered.

"My parents don't love me! They just use me as a tool to fulfill their own desires!" Edward cried out in pain, his voice full of anger and despair.

That once beautiful dream is like broken glass, scattered all over the ground, and can never be put together again.

"Has this false dream been shattered so easily..." Edward's voice was filled with despair and helplessness, and his eyes became dim, as if his world had fallen completely into darkness.

In the endless struggle of pain, Edward seemed to be in the abyss of darkness, his soul tightly bound by the shackles of pain. Suddenly, a mighty force burst out from the deepest part of his heart, just like a surging tide, breaking through the shackles of darkness. This force was like a clear spring, gurgling in his heart as dry as a desert, bringing him a ray of precious comfort and hope. Wherever the spring went, it was as if spring had returned to the earth, bringing vigorous vitality and vitality, and nourishing his exhausted and almost withered heart like a sweet rain.

He grasped at this power like a drowning man clinging to a life-saving piece of driftwood, seeing it as his last ray of hope. With this power, he stubbornly resisted the crazy invasion of nightmares and tried his best to keep his consciousness clear. The power spread in his body like surging waves, just like the warm and bright sunshine, mercilessly dispelling the dark haze that enveloped him.

As time slowly passed, Edward gradually realized that the dark power began to recede like the tide.

When the two of them finally broke free from the terrible nightmare that seemed like an endless abyss and woke up with a heart full of panic, Meng Jin sneered at Edward with ridicule and disdain. That laughter seemed to come from the darkest abyss of hell, as cold as ice that had not melted for thousands of years, piercing and sharp as if it could tear a person's soul apart. The laughter echoed in the air, and Edward's heart suddenly sank, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart. He seemed to feel a heavy haze sweeping in like a surging tide, and an ominous premonition spread wildly in his heart like weeds. He knew deeply that a huge crisis was about to come like a storm.

Sure enough, the man in black robe had already regarded the things in the dream as the absolute truth. His eyes were burning with endless anger and hatred. The anger was so hot that it seemed to burn the whole world to ashes and turn everything in the world into nothingness in this blazing flame. His eyes were like burning fireballs, and the anger that spewed out seemed to devour everything. He tightly grasped the extremely sharp knife, and the blade flashed with cold light, like the light of a ghost in the dark night, as if greedily craving for the nourishment of blood. The man in black robe chased Edward frantically regardless of everything. His steps were firm and swift, like a storm, and every step was carried with the determination to kill, as if he wanted to cut Edward into pieces and make him disappear completely from this world without leaving a trace.

Edward had no choice but to flee like a frightened bird. His steps were hurried and hasty, like a fallen leaf swaying in a storm, drifting helplessly in the raging wind.