Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The water slapped his cheeks, and when Hoffa woke up again, he found himself lying on a wide sandy beach. In front of me was an endless expanse of ocean, and the beach was surrounded by thick fog and abnormally distorted daylight, so I couldn't see anything.

However, he has long been used to this situation.

"Little monster, is that you?"

Hoffa sits on the edge of the sea of ​​dreams, muttered.

"It's me."

An indifferent voice rang in my ears.

Hoffa turned her head and saw a strange little monster floating quietly beside her ear. It had a vague black smoky head with a white light spot in the middle of the head, and it was constantly shaking underneath. Tentacle-the god of nightmares, the youngest son of Leviathan.

"Why don’t you look the same as you just now, it’s pretty seductive."

The little monster replied: "Fifty years, no one will remember me anymore. Now I only Can be parasitic in the consciousness of other creatures, struggling on whilst at death's door."

"Where did you find the beauty, can't it be like that in your dream?" Hoffa said with a smile: "You This appearance really does not conform to human aesthetics."

"Looking for beautiful females to be my host is just because it is convenient to act in human society and can get a lot of convenience, but it is not in our next actions. It doesn't make sense."

"hmph ..... All of them have made me so enlightened." Hoffa twitched his lips: "I will return you after fifty years with you behind me. "

"I can't do it, I'm just a young boy, unable to withstand the tears of Power of Time, but I still fulfilled my promise. I found you in the world fifty years later."

"I will help you recover, and you will help me live."

"Not bad."

"But I don't need you to live well."

"It's too early to say this, come with me." After calmly speaking, the little monster floated in the air, left the beach, and drifted all the way into the mist.

Hoffa got up and followed the little monster, and asked: "Are you going to take me to the nightmare world? I am not afraid of nightmares anymore."

"This time is not you "The nightmare of a tranquil voice." Little monster said in a tranquil voice: "It is a nightmare of this world."

After speaking, the mist gradually dissipated, and what appeared in front of Hoffa was another strange world.

Buildings of Steel Fortress towered on the ground, and the sky was filled with thick black smoke, as if there was no daylight in this world. Several huge airships are suspended in the sky, and the main tone of all colors is black. The Big Ben in the distance is surrounded by countless steels, and the streets are lined with steel pipes leading to the distance. They are intertwined with each other, cold and rough, like the large blood vessels of primordial creatures, all over the body.

"Where is this place."

"London fifty years ago, the world after you left."

The little monster said.

London fifty years ago...?

Hoffa walked slowly along the unfamiliar narrow street. The street was empty, deserted and quiet. There were no signs of any country or power on the corroded steel pipes, if not far away. The building that could barely tell it was Big Ben, he could not recognize Britain at all.

"Germany won?" Hoffa asked.

"No, no one wins, everyone loses."

Little monster indifferently said.

At this time, Hoffa saw a silhouette walking in the distance, a scavenger. He was holding a broom, dragging a big box, and rustling the street. He was wearing a black poncho and was thin. What's more strange was that there was a strange cage on his head. The cage had one arm long and was strong. It was inlaid above his neck and sealed with an iron lock.

So the scavenger was like that, the mechanical little by little swept over from a distance. When he swept past Hoffa slowly, Hoffa noticed that the guy was closed when he swept the floor. Eyes closed.

"Hey...hello...?"

Hoffa walked to the scavenger and wanted to touch him.

The palm of his hand went straight through his body.

"You can't wake him up, this is just a piece of my memory." Little monster said.

"Why is he dressed like this?" He asked in confusion as he watched the scavenger go further and further away.

"He is sleepwalking."

Little monster indifferently said.

"Sleepwalking!?" Hoffa didn't react.

......

The little monster didn’t answer. It circled around, and the streets of London in front of it were smudged like ink paintings soaking into a deep pool. The pipes were clear. Astoria, the metal Big Ben, disappeared without a trace.

After that, the entangled black group regrouped, and the color turned into a deep red like blood. When that group of ink is recombined.

This time, Hoffa found himself standing on the iron frame of a huge factory building.

Below him are steel assembly lines. On the assembly lines, there are pieces of meat that have been cut away from neat and tidy, and the clanging sound of the machine's impact echoes in his ears.

The machine is constantly squirming, and the robotic arm is spinning, constantly grabbing all kinds of meat on the assembly line, and throwing it into a huge scarlet red blender.

Those pieces of meat were squeezed into minced meat and fell from the machine. And then transported away by the assembly line, the icy world of diesel punk through and through.

In the distance, rows of people with their heads and cages came out of the workshop. They were all men. They closed their eyes and held some food materials in their hands, dead deer, dead cows. , Dead pig, dead sheep.

Those men holding corpses, wearing metal cages on their heads, with their eyes closed, like ants, put the dead animals on the assembly line, slaughtered the dead animals into pieces by the machine, and then pass through the assembly line. All the way forward, throw it into the scarlet blender.

"This is a food factory in Berlin." The little monster floated by Hoffa's ears, "Such factories are everywhere, and they are responsible for providing food to the living."

" These people... are all sleepwalking?"

Hoffa looked at the men working on the assembly line, unbelievable, people can work even with their eyes closed.

"Everyone." The little monster said calmly.

At this time, on the other side of the assembly line, two big men with their heads in the cage walked out with their eyes closed, and they threw a thin and old human body onto the assembly line. The cold machine on the assembly line dismembered the corpse in the blink of an eye and introduced it into the mixer.

This scene made Hoffa's stomach sour. He bent down and covered his mouth in shock: "People eat the same?"

"Ethics doesn't exist anymore." Little monster Said calmly.

...

Before Hoffa had time to express his opinion, the scary flesh and blood factory turned into scarlet smoke, which disappeared little by little.

After that, the smoke recombined again. This time, the little monster took him to a dining hall covering tens of thousands of square meters. There were hundreds of windows and thousands of neatly arranged tables and chairs in the dining hall.

In the dinning hall, countless people in cages lined up with their eyes closed. Each of them held a metal tray in their hands, moving forward slowly like a colony of ants.

Behind the window, the chef in black clothes, wearing a metal cage on his head, with his eyes closed, put the food in each person's tray.

The food is boiled vegetables and processed protein. There are even hair and teeth in the protein. It seems that it will not make people have the slightest appetite, but will only make people nauseous.

But no one saw it.

Hoffa walked between the tables and chairs, and became more and more frightened as he walked. Those who were wearing cages sat on the chairs, mechanically picking out the food from the plate and stuffing it in the gap in the cage. In my mouth, there is no voice in the dinning hall of tens of thousands of people. Only the clash of knives and forks in ding ding dong dong makes the scalp numb, and have one's hair stand on end.

Eating quietly.

Little monster: "This is the world that Silby Spencer used to create. In this world, no one can escape the dream. They sleepwalk and work in the real world. Breeding and living."

"Do you want to raise all human beings in captivity?"

"It can be understood that way."

"You're quite something.. ...Silby..."

Hoffa looked at the crowd in the dinning hall, who was eating silently in cages. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to laugh. There was no crime, no violence, and everyone was equal. . Isn't this the legendary utopia?

But his lips twitched a few times and he couldn't laugh at all.

too terrifying.

"No one resists?" He asked tremblingly: "With so many people in the world and so many wizards, no one resists him?"

"They are resisting "The little monster's calm voice is rare with a hint of sarcasm. "But it's not in this world. Do you want to take a look in their dreams?"

"Their dreams?"

"Yes, I was killed fifty years ago The dream of the captive."

"Take me there." Hoffa muttered, seeing such a cold and terrifying world, his brain is about to crash, he feels that he understands his old rival, but Now it seemed that he actually didn't know anything about Silby.

The little monster flew to a sleepwalker who was eating silently, and flew around his head.

Afterwards, Hoffa's eyes went dark, and his consciousness sank.

When I woke up again, the dinning hall disappeared, the people who ate disappeared, and the monotonous smoke reorganized again. This reorganization took much longer than Hoffa expected. In the end, the smoke differentiated into multi- The colored colors gradually form colorful flowers, which fall from the sky.

Under the flowers, a huge Silby stone sculpture is built on the mountain, and it is thousands of meters high. It holds a gesture of smiling and twisting the flower, just like a Buddha.

Milk-white spring water poured down from his fingers. On the grass beside his feet, countless men and women ran for joy. They were naked, and everyone was as handsome as an angel. Milk is flowing in the mountains and rivers, colorful fruits grow on the grass, and colorful rainbows hang down from the sky.

Some people lie on money as high as a mountain and drink alcohol, some hold their love under a tree, some sit at a table more than ten meters long, overeating, but how to eat the refined food Endless.

Everything is indescribable and beautiful.

The happiest kingdom of heaven is also just this.

The gentle breeze blew over Hoffa’s head. He stood on the grass with wide-eyed eyes. After experiencing the coldness and cruelty just now, he was looking at the wonderfulness of his mind. The complexity of his psychology can be imagined. Know.

Little monster: "This is the real world in their eyes. Most people have long been unable to distinguish the difference between dreams and reality. If everyone thinks that this kind of life is real, what can they resist? Is it necessary?"

"hehe hehe ha ha ha ......"

With cheerful laughter, a few little angel-like girls ran away from Hoffa In the past, behind him was chasing a very happy boy.

The eyes are black, and the wonderful dream like classical oil painting has disappeared.

......

......

Hoffa, who had just woke up from a big dream, sat in a chair.

I don't know when the cold sweat has permeated his back. He returned to reality from a dream, surrounded by scattered musical instruments and unconscious band members.

Thousands of people who watched his performance in the theater all fell to the ground at this moment and fell asleep unconsciously. In this brief moment, Hoffa really sees the appearance of those who come to the theater to watch their performances. They are either impoverished homeless people, or drug addicts, or unemployed vagrants waiting for work, or youth. The rebellious punk boy...

"Huh."

He let out a long sigh.

da da da ......

Behind the very quiet stage, the footsteps of the nightmare god came.

The blond woman walked around in front of Hoffa and said calmly and indifferently: "If it is not forced, who would believe that this cold and rough world is real."

"Isn't this exactly what you want?" Hoffa said softly: "If everyone believes in you and lives in a dream, then you can restore your ancient physique, isn't it just around the corner."

"You got it wrong, I am the god of nightmares, not the god of sweet dreams." The blonde woman said coldly: "Silby Spencer used me and blasphemed me. He will pay for it."

"Then you let him pay, let him have nightmares."

"I can't do it." said the nightmare god.

"Why?"

"He can bear all nightmares and stay awake forever, so I can't do anything with him."

"It's really the West Erby, the gods can’t do anything about you." Hoffa is half mocking and half talking to himself: "However, you dignified the nightmare god can’t kill a cursed guy. He can’t use any magic, you just Just destroy him."

"Do you have any misunderstandings about Spiritual God." The blonde woman said, "We are the embodiment of the laws of the world, represent the rules, and absolutely obey the rules, I am a nightmare, the rules I can’t interfere with reality.

Even if you want to kill Silby and gain freedom, you have to support another human being to kill him, and will never do it yourself. Just like Death will never take the initiative in A mortal stretches out his sickle in front of a mortal, and only people can kill."

"So you also want me to go back fifty years ago?"

"Not bad."

"You are still really outspoken about your goals." Hoffa covered his face.

The blonde woman stared at him and kept seeing his scalp tingling.

Hoffa lifts the head, "I don’t want to be a tool for anyone, including you, the god of nightmares, the youngest son of Leviathan."

The blonde woman said slowly: "Don’t you No choice."

"I have a choice." Hoffa clenched his fist.

"Sorry, I know what you think, but your existence in the real world at this moment is not as stable as you think." The woman turned around and turned her back to him, "The existence of this world is based on you On the basis of defeating Sylby Spencer, the longer you stay in this world, the less real the result will be.

When you spend more than a certain threshold in this world, The faster this world will be replaced by the nightmare world created by Silby Spencer.

By then, all the people around you will be sleepwalkers. At that time, even if you If you want to go back, it won’t help. This is exactly what he means when he exiles you fifty years later."