Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

In the fifth layer of the dream, thunder roared in the sky, and a huge hurricane rolled up countless dark clouds to form a huge vortex. Several blurry golden figures stood above the vortex.

In the middle of the whirlpool, there is a foggy island. On the island, there is a ruin. A pair of huge, golden eyes suddenly appear in the sky!

Archbishop Edward sat cross-legged on a nearby cliff, his expression serene and peaceful, his face gazing calmly at reality. Behind him stood a massive yew tree, like a world tree. From each branch hung emerald-colored dreams.

Beside Him stood a giant holding a trident, with several strips of cloth wrapped around his upper body and a pleated skirt around his lower body. He had a thick beard and pupils of pure gold. His voice was like thunder, and he said:

"Edgeworth, or should I call you Agnes? As long as you can return, we can join forces, and with these dream seeds of yours, we shouldn't be afraid of Servis and Blomfield. There's no need for such a painstaking plan."

Archbishop Edward shook his head, but the voice that came out was a pleasant female voice:

"No, fate still has many forks in the road. Forks represent variables, and they must be carefully planned. When I faced Edgeworth and Mercedes, I was at a disadvantage in terms of power. The reason I was able to devour them and fuse them was because of my careful planning."

The giant's eyes shifted slightly, and he chose silence. Even though they were partners, even though they had signed a contract, even though the other party's status was lower than his, he was still wary of this ally considering the other party's actions.

"You may have misunderstood me. I have an authority called honesty."

"Many years ago, I secretly devoured a member of the Aiden family. Their family motto is honesty."

"I really like this ability, so I sublimate it into authority. In a sense, I can't lie to others and tell them everything, but others can't lie to me either."

Sensing the other party's vigilance, Archbishop Edward smiled and sighed, but he didn't explain too much. In the real plane, he felt the omnipresence of sunlight and the patrolling thoughts of the God of War. But this time, he still won.

He had just had a brief collision with the Sun Goddess in the real plane, and then returned to the fifth level of dream before he found a container to descend.

This place is His own dream and the core of dream authority. Everything is still under His control.

Some rituals cannot be terminated, and he does not want to face the sun and the god of war head-on before the ritual is truly completed.

After a moment, He looked at the second dream He had created, saw the defeat of the Pirate King and Nyastra, and saw the blow that was powerful enough to shatter the stars, and a solemn expression appeared on His face.

This was a scene He had never witnessed.

As for the third dream that follows...

Archbishop Edward wasn't worried. This incident had happened almost two years prior, and countless people had experienced the Docklands catastrophe. After capturing a large number of eyewitnesses and allowing those who witnessed the Docklands catastrophe and possessed the most relevant intelligence, both Chin West and Sherlock Moriarty had become part of the dream.

The third level of dream is a dream that is almost as real as the full score. It is also the most grand and complete giant dream in the history of Apocalypse.

…………

Docklands, reality level, market area.

Leonardo led the stargazers at a brisk pace through the spacious streets of the market area.

At this moment, Daklan was illuminated by flames, evidence of alchemical bomb attacks everywhere. Buildings were ablaze, with blazing flames burning on rooftops. In the sky hung a brilliant, blazing golden sun, imbued with divinity, sweeping across every corner of the city. This foreshadowed that the Sun Goddess was watching Daklan, seeking a way to enter the depths of the dreamland.

Leonardo took a breath silently. It was obviously time for rain!

On the road, one could see running, shouting people, cultists wearing black hoods and cloaks, and druids in green robes, either stopping passersby to preach or raising their knives. There were also fanatical followers of the Goddess of Life, throwing alchemical bombs everywhere.

If you stand from a God's perspective, you should be able to find that the market area in reality, the market area in the dream, and even the entire Dockland are gradually merging and intertwining with each other, one is moving closer to the dream, and the other is gradually becoming reality.

There was a police station nearby. Leonardo had worked there when he was a day watchman, but at that time, there was not a single policeman on the street. Some fanatical believers even held the police's guns and randomly shot at passers-by, destroying and killing indiscriminately.

Leonardo couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling from the bottom of his heart that the problem had completely broken out and disaster was about to happen.

Especially when I thought that this matter might be related to my father, my heart became heavier and heavier.

And for some reason, he felt that the scene before him seemed familiar.

While continuously killing the cultists and druids on the roadside, Leonardo walked towards the depths of the market area. Not far away was the Golden Oak Herbal Shop, his home.

According to the information he learned, his father should be one of the important figures in the Church of the Goddess of Life, responsible for transporting weapons and alchemical bombs to various stores in Darkland, creating chaos, and is now corrupt.

Leonardo didn't know what he was feeling at this moment. Did he wish his father was here, or did he wish he was as far away as possible...

What made him feel a little relieved was that he did not see the familiar figure in the Golden Oak Herb Shop.

To the north, near the market area, was another shop he was more familiar with: the alchemy shop owned by Mr. Tulin. Two years ago, he often bought some strange potions here. Looking back, it had been vacant for a long time, and when he left Darkland, it was already covered in dust.

The next second, Leonardo was suddenly stunned. He saw the sky suddenly darken. The originally bright and scorching sun suddenly disappeared, replaced by a dark sky and thick fog.

"This……"

He then noticed that the alchemy shop not far away, once covered in cobwebs, had quickly returned to its original cleanliness. Although the door was still closed, a billboard had been hung in front of the shop:

"Buying a large number of life cores/undead cores at a high price."

This is written by Mr. Turin! Leandro's eyes widened as he saw a very familiar poorhouse on the side of the market area!

Is it...

Leonardo's heart began to beat wildly. He looked at Victor Bennett, the Archbishop of the Ascetic Church, and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty Bennett, we may have unknowingly entered the dreamscape of the Darkland catastrophe two years ago. These workhouses are key to the Ascendant ritual. Could you please take charge of destroying them? Excuse me for a moment; I have a personal matter to attend to."

"The Darklan Disaster?"

The angel hissed secretly and nodded slightly:

"Do you need us to wait for you here?"

Leonardo shook his head: "No, I will come back and meet you as soon as possible."

At this moment, his heart had already flown to the Golden Oak Herb Shop. If dreams could reflect reality, then he had a delusion that he dared not even think about: could he save his mother and prevent his father from losing control and falling into depravity?

This is his eternal regret!

If possible, he would try to save Mr. and Mrs. Tulin, and try to save Dockland. This city should not suffer such a disaster!