Demon Lord 3

After returning home, I began to have dreams. In my dreams, I seemed to see the shadowy figure. I couldn't tell if I was imagining it or if it was real. The shadowy figure was incredibly frightening in my consciousness. It didn't do anything specific to judge me. It just looked a bit like someone I knew, but I wasn't sure who it was. I had the same dream for days straight, and it terrified me. I hadn't expected the shadowy figure to enter my dreams so quietly. When I told everyone about it, everyone shook their heads and said they hadn't seen it in their dreams. I asked more people, but they still hadn't heard anything about it. Perhaps the shadowy figure only appears in the dreams of people like us, and doesn't exist in other people's dreams at all. I couldn't see or touch what the shadowy figure was. After all, I felt so insignificant in my dreams. This was the shadowy figure's home turf, and they could invade my dreams at will, obliterate me at will. This time, I didn't seem to fully wake up, until I slowly fell asleep in the shadowy figure's world. Where will I end up if I fall asleep here? I didn't return to my own world, nor did I feel anything in the shadow man's world. Asleep in the shadow man's world, I felt like I was trapped in a double dream. It was probably more the unfamiliarity and fear of my surroundings, and then the unfamiliarity of this world itself. Perhaps there was a glimmer of familiarity in this world, but I couldn't tell whether it was real or not. What had this place given me? What were we doing here again? The shadow man disappeared. I fell asleep in the shadow man's dream. It was as if I had become the shadow man. I could judge others, and I felt like I was the one being judged. I didn't know why he was judging me, and I didn't understand my mistakes. But the shadow man never judged me. All I had was my own heart. Now that I was a shadow man, I suddenly realized that everyone the shadow man judged was also a shadow man. The shadow man could only judge himself, not others. After frightening me, he didn't let me wake up. I felt like I was trapped here forever. Later, the shadow man woke me from his dream and asked if it was okay here. The shadow man finally spoke to me, not the judgment of my own heart. I asked curiously who the shadow man was, but the shadow man didn't answer me. He just pointed over there and said, "Who is the shadow man? It doesn't matter. Who you are is even less important. There are no names in this world. Not even your so-called names are code names. You don't need code names. After all, people who can come here don't need numbers. There are a fixed number. Are you sure you are an independent individual? Or an ordinary person? A person who is connected with others." He didn't let me answer what he said, and I wasn't prepared to answer him, but I asked him a question. Is Zhang Qiwei in this world particularly powerful? If he is not powerful, how can he appear in the same dream with the black shadow man in this world, and it is impossible for him to come here in the dream. The black shadow man shook his head and said: "He doesn't have any ability, it's just that his parents are capable. I don't appreciate such people. I think such people are a waste. After all, in this world, everyone fights with their own strength. Some people fight with the strength of their parents. At most, I am a puppet at my mercy. There is nothing that can really move me. Maybe this is what can move me. Let me have my own consciousness, do you have it?" I nodded affirmatively and said: "Of course I do, of course I have my own consciousness. Why am I not an independent individual? Why don't I have myself Consciousness? I don't agree with most of what you just said. In your impression, I seem to have accomplished nothing. In your impression, I seem to have no abilities. But what about the black shadow man? What kind of existence are you? I don't know, but what I know is that you must always greet your God. "He asked me in disbelief who his God was. I nodded and said he would find out when he got back. He asked me again, but I ignored him. Finally, he smiled and asked if it was me. We also smiled in response. He didn't say anything. This time when I woke up from the dream, I felt like I had slept for a long time, but it seemed that the result was not the same. It was the middle of the night, and I seemed to have been in the dream for only a while. The black shadow man could actually tamper with time, and I didn't even know it.