Collapse of iron, but I am the Supreme Strange

A golden magic circle appeared under An Yi's feet, and his body began to become translucent. Then he whooshed through the door of the think tank and came to Dan Heng's room.

Danheng was sleeping on the floor next to the think tank, where he had made a bed.

"I've been wanting to say this for a long time. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable for you to sleep here?" An Yi asked.

Dan Heng was lying on the ground, sweating profusely, with his brows furrowed and a very uncomfortable expression on his face.

An Yi stared at Dan Heng's face for a while, then sat down against the wall of the think tank room.

"It seems you also had a nightmare." An Yi sighed, and a magic circle slowly appeared in his hand.

"Don't be afraid, kid! I'm here with magic to save you!"

After An Yi finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and the soul that could not be seen by the naked eye slowly left his body.

His soul floated in the air, looked at Dan Heng, and then with a whoosh it went into the other's head.

…………

In Danheng’s dream.

A black-haired man in a windbreaker stood with a sword in his hand.

Dan Heng was holding the spear "Jiyun" and was panting.

"There are five of them."

The man raised the cracked sword and pointed the tip at Dan Heng.

“There are three costs.”

Dan Heng stared at the other person. It was obvious that they must have had a very fierce battle in their dream.

"Dan Heng."

The man's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and there was a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

"You are one of the—"

"I'm going to be hot on horseback!"

An Yi's voice suddenly broke in, followed by a high-speed flying kick!

Dan Heng only heard a loud bang, and then the man's body flew out, turning into a shadow and disappearing at the end of his sight. The broken sword turned twice in the air and stuck into the ground, with Dan Heng's stunned face reflected on the sword.

"……what?"

After a long silence, Dan Heng finally came back to his senses.

"Yo."

An Yi stood up and walked in front of Dan Heng.

"Danheng, my good rice, are you feeling okay?"

"An Yi..." Dan Heng stared at An Yi and asked with mixed feelings: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" An Yi said, "I saved your life. I kicked the guy who wanted to stab you with a sword to the end of the universe. Don't you thank me?"

“Thank you…” Dan Heng shook his head. “No, how could you… I am not dreaming…”

"Right!" An Yi gave Dan Heng a thumbs up: "You really are dreaming!"

"……what?"

"Oh," An Yi waved her hand and said to Dan Heng, "As the saying goes, if you think about something during the day, you will dream about it at night. Why don't you tell me who this man is?"

"..."

Dan Heng put away his spear and fell silent.

"...Oh," An Yi nodded: "It seems that this is your little secret, right?"

An Yi patted his shoulder and said, "Brother, you have a stern face all the time and have nightmares at night. You need to see a psychiatrist."

"Thank you..." Dan Heng took a breath: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, An Yi."

"Would you like something to drink?" An Yi asked.

"No... no need."

"How about March Seven's favorite juice?"

"I'm not thirsty... Never mind, let's have juice." Dan Heng said with a tired look on his face.

"Okay," An Yi nodded, "but you can't drink water in your dreams. Drinking water in your dreams will wet the bed, and you don't want other people in the train crew to find out about this."

"What?" Dan Heng was very confused.

"I mean--"

An Yi stretched out his hand, placed it in front of Dan Heng, and then snapped his fingers.

pat!

A sound like an electrical switch rang out, and Dan Heng's perspective suddenly changed -

In fact, he opened his eyes, and what came into view was the ceiling of the think tank room.

"..."

Dan Heng lost all desire to sleep as he listened to the roar of the train core around him.

"Dream?"

Dan Heng muttered to himself: "It's that kind of dream again... And why did I dream about An this time——"

"Here, your juice."

"--What?!"

An Yi's sudden voice scared Dan Heng so much that he jumped out of bed. He bounced backwards, and his head and back hit the panel of the think tank with a bang. Dan Heng gasped in pain.

"Oh, oh——" An Yi said quickly: "Calm down, calm down Dan Heng, it's me, An Yi."

"..." Dan Heng was panting, and when he saw that the person coming was indeed An Yi, he relaxed.

"You...An Yi, you——" Dan Heng took two seconds to get his brain working again: "Why are you here?"

"Oh, there is no door that can stop me," An Yi said, "I can just make my body invisible and come in."

"I mean…what are you doing here?"

"I'm bringing you some juice." An Yi handed a glass of apple juice to An Yi.

"what?"

Dan Heng took it in a daze. Two seconds later, he finally realized and said, "That wasn't a dream just now?!"

"No, on the contrary, that was your dream." An Yi said, "I'm sorry, I took the initiative to enter your dream."

"Entering other people's dreams... Can you do such a thing?"

"Your nightmare is not very good. I'm just helping you a little." An Yi stretched out her hand to Dan Heng: "Do you still want to go back to sleep?"

"...Uh, no." Dan Heng grabbed An Yi's hand, so An Yi pulled him up from the ground.

"After all this trouble, I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight." Dan Heng replied.

"What a coincidence, me too," An Yi said, "I just happen to have nothing to do, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Dan Heng thought for two seconds and nodded.

"...let's go."

The two left the room and walked into the observation car. An Yi turned on a few lights with a click.

"It seems that Uncle Yang and Ji Zi have also gone to rest." An Yi said, "Now you and I are the only ones awake... By the way, where is Pam? Does the conductor need to rest?"

"I think so." Dan Heng replied. Then he walked to the sofa by the window and sat down. He put the juice on the table and stared at it in a daze.

An Yi sat on the recliner on the other side of the table, looking up at the chandelier on top of the observation car.

"Why can't you sleep?" Dan Heng asked.

"Like you," An Yi replied, "I also had a nightmare."

"Dreaming... So the Supreme Mage can also dream?" Dan Heng asked doubtfully, "No, I should ask, a person like you actually needs to "sleep"?"

"Oh, you're right," An Yi replied, "My body doesn't need sleep or rest anymore, or even food."

“…but you still do these things.”

"Yes."

An Yi sat comfortably on the chair and crossed his legs. "Eating," An Yi said, "and of course sleeping, these are all things that "humans" need, and I was just an ordinary person before I became a Supreme Mage."

“It’s a habit you develop.”

"This is a reminder for me not to forget the remaining humanity in my heart." An Yi replied: "It is a terrible thing to let divinity and animality overwhelm humanity, especially when one has great power."

As An Yi spoke, he pointed at the table with his finger, and then two glass jars appeared on the table.

"Would you like some cider?"

"No... I don't drink, thank you," Danheng said, "I'll just drink apple juice."

"That's a shame," An Yi said. "You have to know that this is not ordinary low-proof apple cider that you can buy in stores. I made it myself."

“Does it taste different?”

"It's a strong drink. It will make your throat burn and your stomach boil."

"…It seems I am not worthy of it."

An Yi shook the bottle at Dan Heng, then uncorked and took a sip.

"Ah!" An Yi gasped and sighed, "Ah! It's wonderful!"

Dan Heng watched An Yi gulp down the wine and drank the juice in silence.

This thing can quickly clear An Yi's brain and melt away his previous irritable mood.

"Incredible! This is wonderful!" An Yi put the empty bottle on the table: "It's like molten gold, Dan Heng, it's like drinking sunshine and rainbows!"

"......Yeah." Dan Heng remained silent.

"Okay!" An Yi propped up his head and looked at Dan Heng: "Let's talk, Dan Heng, what's going on with your dream?"

An Yi looked curious: "Who is that man? The guy with the broken sword. Why does he want to kill you?"

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Chapter 5: The Secret of Nightmare Lord and Dan Heng (2k)

"He is..." Dan Heng was silent for a long time.

An Yi looked at him and waited for him to continue.

"..."

Dan Heng opened his mouth, but after thinking, he swallowed his words back.

"No...it's nothing."

"Hey..." An Yi smacked his lips, "Don't say half the words, you've aroused my curiosity, Dan Heng, I'm a person who likes to inquire."

“…” Dan Heng shook his head helplessly.

"I'm right," An Yi replied, "You need to see a psychiatrist, Dan Heng."

"No need."

"What a coincidence..." An Yi took out a white coat from somewhere and put it on himself: "I am a qualified psychologist!"

"……what?"

"Please sit down!" An Yi politely extended his hand to Dan Heng, as if the other party was really a patient seeing a doctor.

Dan Heng's mouth twitched. He looked around while sitting on the sofa, then stood up and sat down again.

"You just want to find someone to chat with." Dan Heng said.

"I am very reliable. Patients who come to me for psychotherapy always speak highly of me," said An Yi.

"Have you resolved all their knots?" Dan Heng asked.