The Collection of The End

Latest website: ——Marvel, 2015——

——[Molecular influence]——

Vanahem.

"(What happened?)" After the huge cross beam appeared, [Old Argon], who inexplicably transformed into the Hulk despite using a human body, and [Old Argon], who was interrupted by his "ascension" and lost his strength but still had a body of steel. A battle unfolded between the "killing machines"

Fierce fighting. For various reasons, the two people (?) were unwilling to destroy the equipment in this huge underground base, so they moved towards the ground while fighting. Except for some damage to walls and doors, there was nothing too serious.

loss. In order to prevent the "killing machine", the culprit, from escaping in the chaos, the simple-line Sherlock chased all the way to the surface through the information screens of surveillance cameras, access control, intelligent identification door locks and other equipment, only to find that they kept each other.

Falling asleep in this fighting stance.

This... [Old Argon] Forget it, Argonians are living creatures for the time being, but what about the "killing machines"? How could he, a robot, still dream about electronic sheep? "[Remember what I said before?]" The extremely colorful Illya followed: "[The 'Lord of the Dream Dimension' has taken a liking to this country. Unless they are mindless individuals who do not have the ability to dream, they will be pull her into dream

territory. ]"

"(Uh, I think I should have a mind?)" Sherlock looked at [Old Argon] and "Killing Machine" who fell to the ground, scratching his head.

"[She obviously doesn't think that a simple drawing has any mind,]" Illya pointed "off the screen": "[If you are sure that your 'Occlumency' can work, you can try to materialize yourself." Give it a try.】"

"(There is always a feeling of watching the whole show and now coming out to clean up the mess...)" Sherlock waved the wand with the same stick figure, trying to "pull" his image out of the screen of the smart door lock. Speaking of which, although the first three professors of "Molecular Influence" were either bad guys or idiots, "Vision", or Professor Alex Mercer is really strong, and like Sherlock, he can only "flatten" himself. The situation is different,

He can even transform into a tank, and laments that he could have transformed into something bigger if the classroom wasn't so small - although we're a wizarding school, how about a little respect for the law of conservation of mass?

——? ? ? ——

"Okay, now... uh."

After Sherlock "restored his original shape", he was about to show off to Illya, but found that he was no longer at the door of the huge underground computer room. This is a huge sea of ​​flowers blooming with unknown white, blue and purple flowers, and unknown varieties of butterflies such as cyan, orange and black flying among them, while the sky seems to be constantly flowing, like a dream.

The colors are as chaotic and indescribable as a palette.

It seems that my "Occlumency Technique" is not very good - but obviously that "big eyeball" can deceive him.

"[Ah, it seems that there are still people in this country who are not dreaming,]" At this moment, a lazy and low voice, like a young man's, sounded: "[But anyway, welcome to my 'dream garden' .】"

Sherlock turned his head to look, and first saw a large fish with a translucent body, roughly blue, and as tall as a person. He looked at its pair of dark round eyes for a few seconds, and then moved his gaze upwards.

Sitting on the back of the big fish is a young man wearing lavender oriental antique clothing, with dark green broken hair, a handsome face but a lazy expression, and it seems that he may fall asleep at any time.

"'Lord of the Dream Dimension'?" Sherlock tried to ask.

"[That's right, hoo--]" The man yawned, raised his hand to catch a few butterflies, looked at them, and then waved them away: "[You can call me 'Zhuang Zhou'."

"Mr. Zhuang Zhou, you... are not consistent with the image I expected." Sherlock chose his words carefully and did not directly say "Why are you a man?"

"[You mean 'Morpheus'? That's ridiculous. What does the 'nightmare' image recognized by humans have to do with me?" Zhuang Zhou held his chin with one hand, his eyes blurred: "[If you have time to manage that image, you might as well sleep more Two sleeps.】"

No... Actually, it's because when Illya mentioned the "Lord of the Dream Dimension", she always used the title "She".

Sherlock looked around and didn't see Illya. "[No need to look for it - yawn -]" Zhuang Zhou raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned: "[The 'illusion' left in your head by the 'Lord of the Ocean Dimension' can't dream and can't come in. You You'd better agree to my terms quickly,

It's better for both of us. ]"

phantom? Is this what it looks like to outsiders? But...can anyone get the potato chips from the Phantom?

call--

As soon as Zhuang Zhou said these words, Ilia, who had changed from extreme color to three-dimensional modeling, appeared out of thin air in the garden.

She originally planned to say something, but after looking Zhuang Zhou up and down, she took out a sign from behind: [Continue chatting with him, I will look for weaknesses. 】

"What conditions? I didn't hear it." Sherlock asked trying to remain serious. "[Incorporate 'Waranaheim' into the 'Dream Dimension'," Zhuang Zhou yawned again: "[Huh--most of the 'Warana Clan' have agreed, and only a few stubborn guys are firmly opposed. , really, it delayed my sleep

Sleep. ]"

[Accusing him of being a liar. ] Illya turned the sign over.

No, even with your support, it is too much to accuse a dimensional master face to face.

"The conditions are two-way, Mr. Zhuang Zhou." Sherlock finally replied. "[Ah, yes,]" Zhuang Zhou responded in a daze: "[If you agree to merge 'Waranaheim' into the 'Dream Dimension', when you are hurt in any way, just firmly believe that 'this is a dream' , those injuries will be transferred to the dream

There is no upper limit to this kind of 'transfer' to you', and the price is just a nightmare of encountering all the accumulated damage. 】"This ability sounds... very ordinary. It only transfers damage rather than situation. If you fall into space, do you have to swim back with bare hands? Even if you can really do it, you will die from suffocation, cold, and hunger thousands of times. of

Nightmares are enough to drive people crazy. Relatively speaking, my precognitive ability, which is like directly "going back in time", is even more powerful - well, Madam Vice-Principal is actually encouraging me to offend this "Lord of Dimension", put me in danger, and then use that ability

?

Isn't this bad...

"I refuse!" Shylock shouted: "You liar!"

"[What did you say!?]" Zhuang Zhou's eyes widened and he jumped off the big fish.

Duang!

Under Shylock's stunned gaze, Illya hit Zhuang Zhou on the head with the big wooden sign.

"..." Zhuang Zhou and Dayu froze on the spot at the same time. After a few seconds, they, together with the endless sea of ​​flowers around them, shattered and disappeared like an illusion.

——Marvel, 2015——

After returning to the "reality" of Vanaheim, Sherlock was not surprised to see the three-dimensional Illya, but she did not hold any wooden sign in her hand.

"Uh, you..." "['Nightmare' will show the appearance of the opposite gender according to the observer's own gender. No matter which level of dream this is, she must be trying to deceive people,]" Illya paused for two seconds in the middle of explaining.

, looked at Sherlock suspiciously: "[It sounds like you are British...]"

"I'm normal!" Sherlock declared decisively. At this time, the glorious cross that shot straight into the sky finally dissipated.

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