The Great Dream God

Edward, a boy who was marked with tenacity by the hand of fate at an early age, did not have a childhood as gentle as a delicate flower in a spring greenhouse, but more like an epic of survival in a severe winter. Since childhood, he has been tempering his will in the wind, frost, rain and snow, and every inch of his growth is a heroic struggle with hardships. His laughter is the iron bones in the wind, and his tears are the fire that tempers the heart of a brave man. Life puts heavy pressure on him, but he responds with an unyielding attitude, turning challenges into strength, and using every struggle and struggle to draw a shocking picture of growth. In this cruel experience, Edward's childhood is more like the awakening of a brave man in the wilderness, shining with an immortal light at every moment.

He was pushed by the wheel of fate to the remote and mysterious Tunguska volcano, a forgotten place where only death and silence intertwine. The harshness there, like the whetstone of time, polishes the tenacity of life, and every inch of land is permeated with endless challenges and unknowns. The sulfur breath of the crater is like the breath of hell, hot and deadly. It whispers the difficulty of survival, enough to shake the hardest heart, making it tremble like autumn leaves encountering cold wind. Tunguska, the name itself is a sad song made of ice and snow, a forbidden zone of life, but a furnace for the trial of the brave. Only the most tenacious soul can leave an immortal mark in this desolate place.

The embrace of the volcano is a place carved by flames, like the gate of hell quietly opening, revealing endless mystery and terror. The hot lava flows under his feet, like the fire of red lotus, burning the skin of the earth, mercilessly whipping every brave man who dares to set foot. The howling wind carries the breath of sulfur, like the sneer of the devil, piercing and cold. Every grain of hot sand is the chisel of time, ruthlessly carving his tenacity and perseverance, and every second that passes is like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, testing his iron will and magnificent strength.

On the banks of the distant Tunguska volcano, the blazing peaks are like torches in the sky, burning with eternal flames. In this area forgotten by the gods, the lava monsters are like messengers of hell, standing on the edge of the volcano with their hideous posture. They are the newborn fear, bred from the abyss of magma, and descended into the world with fiery malice. Every inch of their skin flows with boiling blood, as if they are the incarnation of the devil, dyeing the night red.

Although struggling at the bottom of the food chain, these lava monsters possess a terrifying power that can shake the world. They wield their giant claws made of flint, and every time they tear the air apart, there is a thunderous roar. Their blazing eyes are like falling stars, burning with endless anger and wildness, making all the lives that dare to approach tremble. In this land dominated by lava monsters, fear and death have become the only melody. They are the nightmare kings in this fire area.

In this fantasy world, the blazing monsters have a defense that stands at the peak of C-level, like a barrier made of lava, indestructible. This is a kingdom with a level division from F to SSS, as strict and fair as the heavenly rank. Each level promotion is like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, going through the trials of life and death. The glimmer of F-level gradually rises to the SSS-level that shines with supreme glory, and every step is engraved with a poem of power. These fiery monsters, with flames as armor and blazing flames as shields, stand at the top of the pyramid of levels, interpreting the iron rules of this world with their strength.

At that time, Edward was in his prime, and his youth was like a dream. His age was like a budding spring, full of endless vitality and energy. However, the power contained in this young body could only slightly lift the mysterious curtain of C-level, like a fledgling eagle trying to flap its wings and soar in the vast sky, but it has not yet been able to truly reach the unreachable heights. There was a fearless flame burning in his eyes, and his heart was full of desire for the unknown, even though his strength at the moment was still immature.

In the middle of the fiery battlefield, he stood, holding an ordinary sword in his hand, facing a monster wearing stone armor made of lava. The armor was like the crystallization of flames deep in the volcano, extremely tough and heavy as if it carried the weight of the earth's core. His sword, although shining with a cold edge, seemed so insignificant in front of the defense of the lava monster, unable to penetrate the armor that was like a thousand-year-old ice. Every time he swung his sword, he was trying and challenging. The collision between the tip of the sword and the armor made a dull sound of metal collision, but it could only leave an insignificant mark on the hard stone surface. That feeling of powerlessness was like trying to melt the ice of winter with the spring breeze. Although he was determined, he was powerless.

In that ancient wild land, volcanoes were like pupils of the earth, burning with endless anger. Lava, the fiery red blood, gushed out from the heart of the volcano, flowed on the earth, and solidified into pieces of cold and hard armor. Their texture was as hard as iron and as cold as ice, as if they were a natural barrier carved by nature, lying between mortals and gods. Every time he swung his sword, every fierce attack was like a stone thrown into the deep ocean. Although it caused a brief ripple, it could not shake the lava armor at all. They stood silently, regardless of wind, frost, rain, snow, thunder and lightning, always consistent and indestructible, making every attack of his disappear in silence, like a stone sinking into the sea, leaving only a hollow echo echoing in the wilderness.

In that wild land forgotten by time, he set foot on the mysterious Tunguska crater for the first time. It was an exploration full of challenges and unknowns. The hot magma was like a red lotus flame in the darkness, reflecting his determined and fearless face. However, the joke of fate did not show him mercy. The first attempt was like a meteor across the sky, short and brilliant, but ultimately failed to escape the fate of falling, and ended in a seemingly bleak failure.

However, failure is not the end, but a whetstone to sharpen his will. It is like a candle in the wind, weak but tenacious, igniting a deeper fighting spirit in his heart. A new flame burned in his eyes, hotter than lava and wilder than a volcano.

So, he resolutely embarked on the journey of the second challenge, with an unyielding fire burning in his heart. Knowing that only the sharpest weapon could cut off the shackles of fate, he sought out a famous blacksmith master, a hidden master known for his exquisite craftsmanship and superb sword-making skills. In front of the blazing furnace, he used his tenacious will and endless determination as fuel, poured in countless days and nights of hard work and sweat, and finally exchanged for an iron sword that condensed the power of his soul.

The sword body was like an ice crystal under the moonlight, flashing with a breathtakingly cold light, as if it was the brightest star in the night, cutting through the darkness and illuminating the way forward.