Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Leonardo took out his pocket watch and looked at the time: 4:57.

There is only one hour left!

Leonardo ran a block away, intending to meet up with Victor Bennett first. If he remembered correctly, there were eighteen workhouses in Darklan, six of which had been destroyed. The remaining twelve altars were all real, scattered across the workhouses in the city, all engraved with large alchemy arrays and ready for use at any time.

I was a little too excited just now. I definitely don't have enough time to destroy all twelve workhouses within an hour and prevent the Ascendant Ritual from happening with my own abilities.

We must utilize all available power!

He vaguely remembered being in the trading district with Sherlock's first squad. It must have been near the workhouse. He believed that even in his dreams, Mr. Moriarty was absolutely trustworthy.

At this time, more and more cultists appeared in the foggy trading area. In addition to these cultists, Leonardo began to see a large number of ascetic priests and sun watchers wearing white priest robes or tattered linen clothes. Corresponding to them were many druids of the Church of the Goddess of Life, as well as craftsmen and members of the Alchemy Association wearing black alchemist robes.

Only then did Leandro truly feel that he was participating in a religious war. However, even with his ability, he could not tell whether these people were from a dream or from reality.

Fantasy and reality have completely merged together.

What made Leonardo feel even more pessimistic was that he saw projections of the Dark Spider Queen Matalita on the road. These giant spider phantoms were huge in size but agile in movement and had the aura of angels. With his current strength, he might be able to barely fight against one of them, but it would be difficult to match them.

Leonardo restrained his recklessness and fear, and calmly moved between different projections while scanning both sides of the road.

"Found it!" Leonardo's eyes lit up as he saw the figures of Chance West and Sherlock Moriarty among a group of day watchmen. Chance West seemed a little thinner than he had imagined. He looked at him calmly, with a hint of doubt in his expression.

"Leandro?"

"I'm here!" Another Leandro among the day guards in front raised his hand high and shouted loudly.

"I was still very naive at that time!" Leonardo sighed silently, bowed to Qien West, and said in a deep voice:

"It's too late to explain, but please believe me. There is an altar hidden in each of the twelve workhouses across Dockland. If they are not destroyed within the hour, the entire Dockland will face a terrible disaster."

"If possible, please mobilize personnel to various workhouses as soon as possible."

Qien West listened to him quietly, with a half-smile on his face. He was silent for six or seven seconds before he said softly:

"I understand. But why do you think that I, in my dream, would help you?"

The next second, Sherlock, all the Sun Watchers, all the cultists, and even the projection of the Dark Spider Mother Matalita in the distance, all cast deep gazes at him at the same time.

Mr. West and Sherlock are also dream seeds!

Leonardo felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. Without thinking too much, he turned around and ran!

About ten minutes later, Leandro, half covered in blood, arrived at the workhouse where he had just been. During that time, he had tried his best to escape the pursuit of Qien West and the day guards. He returned to the workhouse where he had just been.

However, this orphanage had been completely destroyed by the power of angels and turned into ruins.

But both Victor Bennett, his Sunwatchers, and the Chosen Ones have left.

He patted his head with a hint of regret and looked around in confusion. The nearest workhouse was three blocks away, near the city's central square. He hoped that Victor Bennett would be wise enough to continue destroying the remaining workhouses after receiving his hint.

Leonardo's heart grew heavier, and his ominous premonition grew stronger. He hurriedly changed direction and ran towards the next workhouse.

At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the raindrops falling from the sky and the thick fog became more and more real. Only the Witsel Church Square in the distance remained sunny.

A few minutes later, Leandro heard footsteps coming from the darkness ahead, accompanied by an extremely powerful aura.

He quickly hid aside, held his breath, and waited for the footsteps to approach.

Then he saw Wayne Stewell, who was walking in front, and beside him were Jasmine, Esdeath, and the Chosen Ones.

Wayne Stewell saw him the first time and cast a puzzled look at him, and these chosen ones quickly surrounded him.

Is this Wayne Stewell real or fake?

Leonardo took a defensive step back until he heard XB ask him, "Leandro, you look miserable. I have healing potions and bandages here. Do you want any? Do you want any?"

This familiar recipe, this familiar taste, it must be XB...Leandro finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he was about to collapse.

Without waiting for Wayne Stewell to ask, Leonardo hurriedly told him what had just happened, including meeting another Wayne Stewell and Carl Robbins, meeting Sherlock and Chance West, and his own guess about the dream.

When Zhou Ning heard that Leandro wanted to stop the Darkland catastrophe and return reality to reality, wanting to save everyone in the city, his first thought was moved. How could he not want to do the same? Whether it was the Tulins, John, or the millions of dead, if there was a chance to save them, he would do it without hesitation.

But reason tells me that this is impossible to achieve.

Dream authority could indeed bring things from dreams into reality, but that required dream authority. He had never heard of someone being resurrected solely through dream feedback. Even if the feedback was successful, would that person still be the same person?

Take Leandro's father, for example. His real father is still alive in the form of a fallen being. Even if his father in the dream were reflected in reality, it is obvious that he is no longer the same person. Put yourself in his shoes and imagine how his real father would cope. It's heartbreaking.

But at this moment, a prompt appeared on Zhou Ning's panel:

[You have triggered an A-level mission: Prevent the Darkland Disaster. Do you accept? Yes/No.]

[Explanation: Leandro hopes you can help him stop the Daklan catastrophe in his dream, prevent the tragedy from happening, and save the people of Daklan. You realize his efforts are likely to be futile, but don't you also hope for the same? Give him a chance, and give yourself a chance, and hope that everything can turn around!]

[Current Mission Objective 12: Destroy 2 workhouses (12/) (Click to view the target map)]

[Current mission objective two: Kill the other you.]

[Reward: Unknown.]

[Tip: Please pay attention to your cards. A dream that is real and complete enough can manifest everything that has ever happened.]

Oh? Zhou Ning couldn't help but be slightly surprised. Clearly, this was Leandro's quest line as the Son of the Planes! It seemed that he had completely deviated from the trajectory of his previous life.