Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"If he let the world fall asleep."

Hoffa looked up at the heavy rain: "Then he must achieve something."

The world of reinforced concrete is a dystopian social jungle. Old-fashioned, dilapidated neon tubes are shining on the street, and the rain at his feet reflects the tall silhouette of a young boy. He looks down at the glass windows on the street and the black hair in the mirror. Black pupil's face was cold and determined.

"Global sleep must be just a means, not an end."

"Don't you know his goal?"

The nightmare god chuckled lightly Question: "You are the opponent he values ​​most. Even if he is struggling to think, he must be imprisoned in a time cage. I think you may understand his goal."

"Sorry, I don't know."

Hoffa said frankly, turning a blind eye to the somewhat provocative attitude of the Nightmare God.

One month ago, he returned to his own time from the world fifty years later. The time has come to 1945, and the time he spent in the future has been deducted.

If the world after fifty years is only affected, most people fall into a nap. Then the world you see now has entered a deep sleep.

The previous war has disappeared. The Allies are gone, and the Axis powers are gone. As Nicholas Flamel once told him, no one wins, everyone loses.

The torrential rain crash-bang went straight down, as if there was no end to it. Amidst the mist, a few pedestrians passed by them, carrying iron black cages, and their steps were slow but steady. With sweet and content smiles on their faces behind the cage, they were unheard of the cold rain falling on them.

For thirty days since returning to the world, Hoffa has been trying to find Silby Spencer, but it has been to no avail. The world is so big, he doesn't know where to find the man. The power of the nightmare god is almost completely emptied by Silby, and it has no effect except using some stimulating methods in his ears.

Hoffa gritted her teeth and raised her hand to knock a sleepwalker to the ground.

"What are you going to do?" The Nightmare God exclaimed, "You are crazy, we can't find him in the dream. If you are lost in the dream world, there is no hope at all."

"I won't."

Hoffa said categorically. "It's not that easy."

After that, he forcibly broke off the cage on the pedestrian's head.

After removing the cage, the man's chest undulated violently, struggling like a fish leaving the water. He opened his eyes, his pupils dilated and wailed.

"Look, dreams are dependent. These people have become addicted to dreaming."

The nightmare god said worriedly: "This is the terrifying part of dreams. The nightmare is more difficult to come out."

"Also...give...give...me..."

While talking, the person on the ground was skinny with the floor tile buttoned on it. With bruises on his arm, ten nails were all snapped off. Then, he rolled, strangling his throat with both hands, grasping so hard that he spouted a stream of blood from his mouth.

"If he doesn't return the cage to him, he may self-mutilate and die. The roughness of the real world is impossible to endure those who have experienced beautiful dreams." The nightmare god looked at him sadly.

"How much time does he have?" Hoffa asked coldly.

"Maybe 3 minutes, maybe two minutes."

"Enough."

At this moment, the flow of time in the real world slowed down Thousands of times, the falling raindrops became fixed decorations in the air, mixed with a ruby-like red liquid. The neon tube did not change its color for a long time, and the twisted and struggling man on the ground was like a withered root sculpture. Tongue sticking out.

"Don't you think about it anymore, it must be easier to destroy his body in the real world, you know, he is cursed."

"Curse..."

Hoffa laughed at himself. He still remembers the tragic explosion that he created back then, and his determination to climb out of the explosion.

Speaking of which, he felt that he actually knew Silby quite well, but because of that, he didn’t dare to delay a moment. This guy is meticulous, very ruthless and resolute in doing things. He is continuously, and In his two brief encounters, he did not get any benefits. In fact, he paid a very heavy price.

The first time was wand, and the second time was Fatir’s life.

This time, his intelligence is even less than at any time in the past. Hoffa didn't know what he was doing or thinking.

"He is not that fragile, I know, he must be conspiring something, and he must not spend it with this kind of person. Must find him."

He finished, without the Slightest hesitation put the cage on his head.

...

As if being pushed into the water, it started to fall after a plop.

...

When he opened his eyes again, the world in front of him changed.

The world disappeared without a trace just now in the cold, cramped, damp, overgrown steel.

The warm sun shines on Hoffa's face from the sky, and he stands in an extremely dreamy kingdom. The leaves on the tree shone with crystal clear and near-transparent green light, and the fruit that came out was one after another multi-colored ice cream, and the air was filled with sweet and greasy fragrance.

The fountains on both sides of the road are sprayed with milk-white milk. Every ten meter away, there are tables with golden light. The end of the table is invisible. All the delicacies I have ever wanted, such as roast suckling pig, roast whole lamb, roast whole cow, even roast beautiful women, roast handsome guys, some foods can’t even be called out, so extravagant.

Hoffa picked up a red goblet from the table and drank it in one sip. After drinking, the goblet was automatically filled.

He poured the goblet down again, and the poured liquor turned into an elf, and hehe haha's hand in hand ran away.

This feels like surfing the Internet for later generations, but it is a hundred, thousand, ten thousand times more real than surfing the Internet. He has completely immersed his consciousness in a complete utopia.

Hoffa thought, if there is any place that truly realizes the ultimate ideal of communism, that is, material richness, it should be here.

"Profanity."

A slight sneer came from behind, and Hoffa looked back.

The god of nightmare has changed from appearing out of thin air to the beautiful blond woman who looked for him fifty years later. Its body is wrapped in yellow silk. Perfect S shape, no shortcomings can be found.

"See, that guy is determined to fight against me."

The nightmare god gritted his teeth.

"I can't finish the food here~"

"The time here is not only spent~"

"The scenery here is the most beautiful~"

"The singing here is the most melodious~"

An exciting song came from a distance.

It turned out to be a man and a woman singing on the stage.

They dress up in various styles. Some are dressed in ancient Egyptian pharaoh clothes, some are dressed in medieval pleated skirts, some are dressed up like Renaissance painters, and some are even happily naked.

They are handsome men and beautiful women, as if everyone is wearing the highest beauty camera.

Under the stage, a group of spectators cheered for the performance, and then cheered for their shoddy singing and dancing.

"This is the dream world they share."

The nightmare god said bitterly, "They are here to share their fantasy with each other and fulfill their own wishes that cannot be fulfilled in the real world. ."

"Those are who?"

Hoffa looked at the fanatical audience. They seemed to be dressed plainly, incompatible with the dreamy and clean side of this world.

"They are not daoist, they are the group subconscious."

The nightmare god suppressed the voice to a very low level and said: "The performance must have an audience to be wonderful, but everyone They all yearn to stand in the center of the stage. No one wants to be an audience, so the dreamer imagines that a group of audiences will come out to satisfy their vanity."

"Is that so."

Hoffa knows it.

But at this moment, the group of people who were cheering and cheering stopped subconsciously and applauded. The smiles on their faces disappeared and became gloomy. Then, they all turned their heads and watched. Hoffa and the god of nightmares, the atmosphere immediately became gloomy and terrifying.

Not only that, a few men in police uniforms slowly walked out of the four corners of the street. They squinted their eyes, their eyes locked firmly on Hoffa’s face, as if they wanted to look away from his face. See some flowers.

Hoffa's heart chuckles: "Someone is looking at us."

The Nightmare God also saw those guys dressed as police officers, and his face turned pale: "Ah oh. .. was discovered."

It thought for a moment: "Kiss me."

"What?" Hoffa didn't respond yet.

The Nightmare God immediately hugged him and kissed Hoffa's lips face-to-face. The kiss was really real. It was soft and delicate, and it was a little itchy to breathe on Hoffa's face.

But this is more than just a kiss. Hoffa stiffened his shoulders, and slowly hugged the waist of the nightmare god, and looked back over the nightmare god's shoulder.

The group's subconscious eyes fell on his face like a pair of searchlights, with scrutiny, enough to make the bravest people panic.

Twenty long seconds have passed.

Thump thump thump.....

Hoffa's heart hangs high.

The policemen put their hands on the batons, and they didn't mean to relax at all.

In the midst of suffering, Hoffa couldn't help thinking about Aglaia, who was waiting for him after fifty years, her shoulders relaxed a little and her eyes closed.

The group subconscious who watched them gradually relaxed, the vigilance and gloomy disappeared on their faces, and then they waved the flag for the singing and dancing sleepwalkers on the stage as before.

The lips parted slowly, and the Nightmare God whispered and rebuked:

"You were too plain just now, and you have no feeling of enjoyment at all. The group subconscious is the Law Enforcer of this land. , As long as you behave differently from others, they will riot and kill you."

"Like white blood cells and bacteria?"

Hoffa asked calmly.

"A very subtle metaphor, I can't describe it better."

Said the nightmare god.

"hmph, something, Silby."

Hoffa sneered.

With a sneer, the policeman who hadn't walked a few steps turned his head like lightning, his eyes were drawn straight to Hoffa's face, and he looked at him.

At this time, all the group subconsciously stopped applauding, turned around and strode towards them, Hoffa secretly cried out.

He didn't need a reminder from the nightmare god now, and he held the nightmare god firmly and came several French wet kisses, like a watermelon.

But it’s useless now. The people dressed up as police became angry, as if they were being teased. They changed from walking to running, running faster and faster, and they pulled out their waists while running. baton.

The nightmare god smashed his hand and pushed Hoffa away, who was gnawing at his face. The complexion slightly changed: "Why are you standing stupid, let's run!"

"Why is it still discovered!" "

Hoffa didn't understand. He obviously kissed the God of Nightmare, and he behaved like a passerby.

"You didn't enjoy it with your heart!" The nightmare god scolded Hoffa: "You don't love this place, and you don't love me. The group subconscious is very sensitive. They noticed your difference!"

"Why would I love you?"

Hoffa said incredulously: "You only treat me as a tool man."

"Don't talk nonsense, run."

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The nightmare god hugged Hoffa and ran wildly. It turned into a six-legged male centaur. Just now, it was still a beauty.

Even at this time, Hoffa still couldn't help but feel nauseous. Just now, it was a beautiful portrait, and there was no psychological resistance when she kissed him. It could become a man or a male. This is a bit intolerable.

When the two of them ran, the group's subconscious mind, which had been quieted down, seemed to have blown up a pot, and they ran behind them one after another. Someone turned into a police dog while running, barking and barking, so the picture It became a few policemen chasing two people with a group of police dogs, so it was so lively.

Several people singing and dancing on the stage stopped and looked at Hoffa and the police running by in confusion.

They passed through the classical hedonists on camping and picnics, through the pre-modernist punk gangsters who were crazy qunp, and through a group of post-modernist Virgo youngsters who focused on squeezing bubbles.

More and more people watched them, and the group subconscious became more ferocious. The running speed of those policemen seemed to have no upper limit, and their legs were threw away phantoms.

"Hundred thousand stasis!"

Hoffa raised his hand and pointed behind him, intending to use Power of Time to slow down the group's pursuit speed.

What surprised him was that he had just acquired the powerful ability recently, but at this moment it actually failed, and there was no reaction at all. You know, this ability is even defeated by the dark wizard Grindelwald.

"It's useless!?"

Hoffa asked the nightmare god.

"That is the bloodline power in your reality. This is not reality. How do you change the Time Rule."

The nightmare god said loudly.

"Damn it."

Hoffa quickly figured out the difference here: "Then what should we do?"

"If you want to The more specific things you use, the better!"

The nightmare god reminded Hoffa loudly, "This is the dream world, and your good wishes will come true."

"Just think about it. Huh?"

"Hurry up!"

Hoffa closed his eyes and thought...think...

He closed his eyes and thought for a while When he opened his eyes again, an AK47 appeared in his hand. He looked happy, and immediately started shooting with a machine gun.

The tongue spit out, but bullets ding ding dong dong fell on the policemen. They pulled out the explosion-proof shield from behind at a moderate pace, unharmed.

"Be bolder, here is a dream."

The nightmare god scolded Hoffa loudly: "Don't be bound by those rules!"