Demon Lord 3

After spending a few days here, I felt quite relaxed. Finally, the sky brightened completely. We didn't think too much about the future of this world, since it's up to the next generation to work hard. What I needed to do was find a door in this world to lead to the next, even if it's a larger world, even if it's a place we're not prepared for, at least to give us a direction. Because my mood improved, I slept soundly. This time, I didn't feel extremely tired and fell asleep immediately. In my dream, I encountered the True God again. I didn't ask the True God for help; we just chatted. But I still couldn't help asking where the exit was. The True God chuckled and replied, "So many days have passed, and you're still so naive. Why don't you think carefully about what you're lacking? Besides your skills, what you're really lacking is the courage to go..." "Ask your master or father, they should be able to give you some answers, why do you have to ask me? Do you think my power is very strong?" Hearing this, I didn't hide anything and said, "Of course, in my eyes, your strength is very strong, perhaps even stronger than my master and father. But I want to ask you because you are my friend. In my eyes, you are someone who can help me, while my father and the others are the ones testing us." The true god suddenly froze, not expecting that I could treat him as a friend, and even more unexpectedly, he didn't think I was being tested by him. He asked if I had misunderstood, and I shook my head and said no. I gradually felt that he was a teammate fighting alongside me, even a good friend, not someone truly being used to test us. At least right now, we don't have the qualifications to need him to test us, because what difference would there be between us and something big? "God, tell me where the door is if I can defeat the wooden stake across from you." Hearing this, I didn't hesitate to strike, but it felt like hitting cotton. The stake not only wouldn't fall, but it also exerted an invisible pressure, pushing me backward. God seemed to be laughing a lot today, amused and laughing heartily. I looked speechless, as if I'd been tricked. I didn't know why, but this time I'd really made a fool of myself. God didn't answer me, telling me to continue, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't win. I wanted to shake my head, but I gritted my teeth and persevered. Just a little bit more, why not try a little longer? If the wooden stake were a physical object, I could definitely defeat it, but the feeling was illusory. Is it something people in our world can't overcome? If we could, what kind of beings would we be? I asked God another question: If I alone break through, can we all enter the next realm? God! He nodded, then gestured for me to continue hitting the wooden stake. It seemed less challenging than hitting a cotton ball; no matter how hard I hit it, the stake either fell backward or remained stationary, making me hit nothing but air. I wondered if this was because I was dreaming. In reality, it wouldn't be like this. The "god" shook his head, saying it wasn't what he meant. Actually, I still hadn't grasped the meaning. If I truly understood, I should have figured it out by now. I stopped beating around the bush and hit with all my might, but I still couldn't grasp the truth. I was incredibly frustrated, feeling like my intelligence had been insulted, my hard work was being wasted. I vented my emotions, but I didn't see the "god" moving further away from me. How could it escape? It seemed like he wanted to give me some space to think about this. Could my brain really possibly figure it out? Or is it a true god? This is leaving me to ponder this question without giving me any hints. I haven't been interrupted, not because I'm sleeping soundly, but because time here passes very slowly. It's still dark outside, but here it feels like ten thousand years have passed. I've been desperately fighting, but in the end I gave up. If I push gently, would the result be different? Thinking this, I took a few steps closer and pushed. Unexpectedly, the wooden stake became extremely hard. The harder I exerted, the softer the stake became, and the less effort I used, the harder it became. I could never push it down. I became even more anxious. I thought I had found a breakthrough, but I found myself trapped in a quagmire, and I would sink deeper and deeper.