The Great Dream God

Meng Jin quietly stared at Edward who had just woken up from the abyss of his dream.

His figure appeared solemn and mysterious amidst the heavy encirclement of demons, tightly grasping in his hand the slave contract that symbolized endless shackles.

Edward, there was still a lingering mist of dreams in his eyes, but at that moment, it was pierced by the cold sunlight of reality. His trembling hands left his mark on the contract, and the white light flickered, like the first rays of dawn, illuminating his confused state of mind.

Edward's eyes were wide open, filled with shock and anger. He couldn't believe what he saw, as if he had just emerged from a deep hallucination. "This is impossible! This is reality, the real, cold reality! I was deceived by you, Meng Jin! How dare you tease me, how dare you deceive me, this self-righteous me!" His voice echoed in the empty space, full of pain and unwillingness.

The master of the dream, Meng Jin, only sneered indifferently when hearing these accusations. His deep eyes were like endless galaxies, taking in Edward's struggle. In his view, Edward was just a stubborn wild horse lured into a trap. Although stupid, it was also a manifestation of courage. After all, he could make Edward experience countless reincarnations of life and death in that illusory world, spanning at least 10,000 years. In these 10,000 years of struggle, 10,000 rebirths and failures, Edward's tenacity and perseverance were enough to move the world. In the end, he chose to surrender and became Meng Jin's slave. This was not weakness, but a compromise with endless pain.

Meng Jin thought to himself that this was the coexistence of the fragility and tenacity of human nature, and it was also the source of his power to control dreams.

Although Edward's resolute face still showed a trace of unyielding, the slave mark carved on his forehead had already revealed his fate, like a dirge echoing under the endless sky. He, once a free soul, was now in the hands of Meng Jin, a defeated pawn in the game of power. Meng Jin's eyes flashed with the pride of a winner, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a mocking arc, as if mocking Edward's inability to resist.

"Lead the way, Edward!" Meng Jin's voice was deep and majestic, like a huge bell resounding in the valley. "Lead me to the Tunguska volcano. That is your mission, but also your shackles! Remember, you are my slave, Edward, and your will is firmly under my control."

Edward's voice was trembling, like a dead branch swaying in the winter wind, full of pain and helplessness: "You can't do this to me, it's unfair!" His protest was weak and powerless, like a candle swept by a storm, which could be extinguished at any time in the ruthless reality.

Meng Jin smiled contemptuously, and that smile hid endless arrogance and indifference: "Fairness? In this world, there are only rules for the strong, there is no so-called fairness. You must obey me now, because I am your master, not your friend, nor your partner. I am your master, Edward, and your every breath and every step must obey my will." His words were like cold iron chains, entwining around Edward's heart, binding his freedom even tighter.

In this way, under Mengjin's order, Edward set foot on the road to the Tunguska volcano. His figure seemed particularly lonely in the sunset, carrying the heavy slave brand, and his steps forward were full of struggle and unwillingness. And Mengjin, the ruthless conqueror, just watched quietly, with a mocking smile on his lips, as if foreshadowing the end of this cruel game.

Edward's words are like the gurgling stream under the night sky, quietly echoing in the quiet air, deep and full of magnetism, and every note contains endless stories. "I understand, I understand everything in this world, just like the stars in the sky, although densely packed, they can see through the loneliness of the moonlight. They twinkle in the dark night, silently accompanying each other, although they cannot be touched, they can sense each other's existence."

His eyes were full of understanding and sympathy, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. "Your pursuit is like the desire of a meteor streaking across the sky. Perhaps you are looking for a lost truth, or perhaps you are looking forward to an unknown miracle. The Tonggusi volcano stands on the back of the earth, mysterious and majestic, like an unsolved mystery, waiting for you to unveil its veil."

"The lava in the crater is like hot blood, boiling with passion and power, while the silence inside is like an ancient Zen saying, deep and far-reaching. What you are looking for may be a place where passion and tranquility coexist, a holy place that can carry your dreams and hopes. I cannot predict your purpose, nor can I guess your intentions, but I am willing to be a bridge to that world and help you reach the other side of your heart."

Meng Jin smiled when he heard this. That smile was like the first ray of sunshine in winter, short but dazzling. "My affairs are like secrets in the mountains. You don't need to explore them. You just need to follow my instructions and don't ask too many questions. Why let endless questions overwhelm our way forward?" His words were like an ancient fable, with profound meaning and make people think.

Edward sighed, his voice full of helplessness and sorrow, as if it was an ancient stone tablet eroded by the wind and frost of the years, telling of endless bitterness. "Forget it, I admit it, I won't say anything more, I choose to be silent!" His words were like a poem with ups and downs, each word was inlaid with heavy gold edges, shining with bitter light.

He raised his eyes and looked at the unreachable horizon. What he saw was not the blue sky, but the shackles of bondage and the endless cage. He pondered and said, "Ah, the role changes in this world are so sad. Being in the shadow of others, that feeling is like a gorgeous pearl embedded in a dull shell, and it is difficult to show its brilliance."

A lifetime of hard work, like the stars, should have illuminated one's own path, but unknowingly, it became the brilliant background of others. Edward's heart was filled with complex emotions, like fire and ice intertwined, hot and cold coexisting. "My struggle, my sweat, turned out to be just a red carpet for others to walk on, making me a slave to life. Isn't this a kind of irony, a sad allegory?"

Meng Jin glanced at Edward coldly and said, "If you keep complaining about me like this, I might not let you become a slave, but let your soul fly away and let you become a free dead ghost! Oh no, you don't even have the qualifications to become a ghost, after all, your soul will fly away!"