The Master of the Strange Realm

"You are Jenkins Willamt. To be more precise, you are Jenkins Willamt's 'ego'. I am Jenkins Willamt's 'superego'. The completely subconscious 'id' is still in the dream." the lowest level.”

"I do not understand what you are saying."

There was an unnatural flash of light on the surface of the surrounding cylinders, and Jenkins thought he was approaching the limit of hostility.

"According to my research theory, that is, Jenkins Willamt, the human spirit can be divided into three parts. The specific explanation is very troublesome. You can simply understand that "id" represents desire and is suppressed by consciousness; "ego" "Responsible for dealing with real-world matters; the 'superego' is conscience or inner moral judgment."

The mechanical voice was silent for a few seconds before giving the next sentence:

"Interesting theory."

"Yes, so, because of some things, the individual Jenkins Willamette fell into a deep sleep. We are actually the same person, but we are manifestations of different levels of spirituality.

The ego is trapped in the deepest dream, which I am used to calling the edge of loss; you, as the main part of consciousness, are trapped in the main dream, partially understanding the truth of the dream; and I am another part of consciousness, less Partly because of the psychic defense mechanisms of myself, Jenkins Willamette, who know best. Over the years, I have been looking for you in my dreams. "

As the story goes, maybe Jenkins really has a gift for lying.

"Interesting story, so why did I fall into a deep sleep?"

"Have you even forgotten this? It seems the situation is worse than I thought."

He frowned and said:

"The final battle has come to an end. Because I could not defeat the enemy, I, Jenkins Willamt, chose to let myself fall into a deep sleep for a brief moment and seek inner strength. Because of the difference between dreams and reality, we spend time in dreams Thousands of years have passed, but reality is only a blink of an eye. Although your memory of reality is very vague, you can still feel that you are becoming stronger in the dream, right? This is the reason for dreaming, but we must not only grab power from dreams, It’s my job to wake up.”

"But my memory of reality is different from what you said."

"Of course, we fell asleep at the last moment of the battle with the enemy. The enemy will also affect us. It can't do nothing. Speaking of which, it is a really strong enemy."

"If you can't convince me to believe the reality you said, I will have no choice but to eliminate you."

The difference engine is indeed not as easy to fool as Jenkins thought, but Jenkins has already thought of a countermeasure:

"The other party has the same power as us, so the 'self' you represent can be lost in the dream. You should remember the word "enemy and ourselves" have the same origin, right? Well, it seems you have forgotten. We and the enemy, We all use the sinful power of the Eighteenth Century, and we are all masters of machinery."

Chapter 2040 Chapter 2010 The Dream of Lies (Part 2)

The above "stories" were fabricated by Jenkins based on a combination of speculation about the original owner's fate and reality, but at least they sound quite credible.

"continue."

The sonic signature of the Difference Engine means that its ideas cannot be known through it.

"We and the enemy both have sinful mechanical power, and even the source of the power is the same, which creates the fact that 'the enemy and we have the same origin'. The similarity in the nature of power makes it impossible for us and the enemy to express their power externally. Defeat each other. But the opponent's pure mechanical body is more suitable for exerting power. Therefore, the fact is that we are defeated and cannot further break through the mechanical power in a short time, so we can only seek strength from within. "

"..."

Of course, the speaking voice will not appear as an ellipsis. Jenkins automatically converts the mechanical sound of the other party's silence into an ellipsis.

After telling this story, he even admired his ability to lie. This was a temporary response method he came up with during the short few dozen minutes he had just climbed to the hanging palace. Although it was a bit risky, he really thought he did a good job.

When he spoke just now, he had actually used the power of the Lie Priesthood. In dreams there is purely spiritual communication, so the power of the Lie priesthood acting on the soul should be more likely to take effect.

But the difference engine is still doubtful, which can also show that the other party is no longer a mortal in nature.

Jenkins didn't care whether his lie was true, so he stood there quietly and waited for the Difference Engine to think.

A full half an hour passed during this wait, which was longer than he imagined:

"I calculated your 'facts' and it makes sense."

This is a fabricated story based on facts that happened and things that didn't happen, and it's certainly reasonable. To a certain extent, Jenkins did not lie, he just hid the truth a little bit, and then mixed the two facts he knew together.

"So, do you believe you are Jenkins Willamette?"

"I don't believe it. My body structure is definitely not human."

"Of course, Jenkins is no longer human, we are mechanically modified humans."

"..."

"I should have thought that venturing into deep sleep to discover your inner spiritual power is indeed a very risky move. I didn't expect you to be so lost."

"Then why did you come to find me?"

"We need to wake up, but not now. I came to you to make you understand the embarrassing situation we are in at this moment. Waking up means continuing to fight, but if you don't wake up, the loss will become more serious. Everything. It's all up to you to decide. After all, you and I are one person."

"..."

"Don't you want to express some opinions? For example, how do you understand yourself? What do you think you are at this moment?"

"I am who I am, gain strength, win, achieve my goals, that's all."

"No, what I want to ask is a more profound question. Let me give you an example. In a dream, a person dreamed that he became a butterfly, and then the butterfly in the dream dreamed that it became a person. So , is he a human or a butterfly?”

"..."

"The only consensus we have now is that we all agree that we are in a dream at this moment. So, in the dream, is our understanding of ourselves the same as our understanding of ourselves in reality? Can you understand what I want to express? ?”

"......clear."

Jenkins felt that it seemed possible that he could deceive the other party successfully.

"So, it doesn't actually matter what you think you are now. Just like, even if I think I am a mouse now, it will not affect me being Jenkins after waking up from the dream. By the same token, what you think you are now is A machine, right?”

"Yes."

"So, is it important to dream about yourself being a machine?"

"unimportant."

"Very good, we have reached a consensus on two points. First, we are dreaming now, and second, our understanding of ourselves at this time is actually not important."

"Yes."

Jenkins suppressed a proud expression. This time he really admired himself. This is quite rare for someone like him.

"What we know about ourselves at this moment is not important, so obviously, the descriptions of ourselves that we listen to others at this moment are also not important."

The difference engine said again.

"That's right, so you can ignore what I say and everything is up to you to judge."

Jenkins admitted.

"I...can't judge. This is a dream, and everything here is unimportant."

The words became more choppy.

"Yes, reality is important. Everything in dreams is just illusion."

Jenkins continued the conversation by following the other person's thoughts, so as to make the other person relax his guard and think that he was one of his own.

"Since everything in the dream is illusion, why don't you wake up immediately?"

asked the Difference Engine.

"Because we are not sure whether the power accumulated at this moment is enough."

Jenkins did not express a desire to wake up, nor did he express a desire to remain asleep.

"I have absorbed the spiritual power of millions of people and catalyzed my own spiritual growth. The city in front of me has become a part of my spiritual world. I think this power is enough."

"..."

"Why don't you speak?"

"Because everything has to be decided by yourself."

He tried to sound sincere.

"Yes, it's up to me to decide."

The Difference Engine agreed with this idea.

"Then decide."

Jenkins said that he did not get any reply. Under the quiet decaying sky, only the light flashed on the column, and mechanical noises came one after another from all directions in the world.

The faceless human face in the beam of light flickered for a moment, then disappeared immediately. Jenkins was once again alone on the highest platform. He looked up and saw a huge brass-colored mechanical whale swimming overhead.

In the reality outside the dream, although Jenkins is experiencing another exciting adventure, the flow of time is only a few minutes. After the church confirmed that Jenkins had indeed fallen into a dream entangled with Nolan, it immediately accelerated the action of forming a team to enter the dream.

At this time, of course the church also thought of asking lie believers to help. Although I rejected Mr. Candle just ten minutes ago, now is not the time to care about embarrassment.

Miss Bevanna personally went to find Miss Bai Ling of the Music Order to explain the situation, but where did Hathaway dare to tell lies? The believers were in the church. In her heart, she wanted to see Jenkins immediately and confirm his safety, but in reality, she could only ignore Miss Bevanna's request, claiming that it would take time to find the lying believers, and asking the church not to put its hope in that group of people.

Chapter 2041 Chapter 2011 The Strongest Mortal in the Material World

"Isn't that young king your fiancé? Why aren't you in a hurry?"

After Miss Bevanna left, Miss Bernreit asked Hathaway.

"Why am I not in a hurry?"

Hathaway asked angrily, looking out the window worriedly, expecting the man with the cat to suddenly jump out and claim that what Miss Bevanna just said was a joke. If it weren't for the restriction of her identity, she would want to go to Jenkins now.

"Then why don't you go to the believers of lies for help?"

Miss Bernreit sat on the soft sofa, tilting her head and asked strangely.

"How could I go find them now?"

Hathaway complained to her.

"What's the problem? Mr. Candle, aren't you your friend?"

"It is true that they are 'friends', but...it is very complicated and difficult to explain."

The red-haired lady was secretly sad.

At this moment, there is still half an hour before the two o'clock negotiation starts. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and thick fog is spreading in the rainy city. This is a scene that no one has ever seen.

The Church of the Sages is already very busy, but organizing people to break into the unknown dreamland is not something that can be prepared in just a few dozen minutes.

While the church was still preparing, an abnormal black lightning struck from the sky and hit the black metal tower in the wind and rain. Then a mental shock wave that could not be observed by the naked eye swept towards the entire city with the black tower as the center.

This kind of mental shock is enough to turn ordinary people who are not determined into fools. Fortunately, there were numerous defenses and countermeasures deployed by the church around the black tower, which barely blocked the shock wave.

But people with a sensitive sixth sense can still have abnormal reactions at that moment, but no one knows what happened.

After the surge of mental power appeared, in the diffuse gray fog, the restless spirits spawned more [Creepers in the Fog]. At the same time, a slight earthquake spread to the entire city with the Black Tower as the center.

The father who happened to be standing by the window looked up at the sky, and after a while he said:

"Who is so angry?"

"Damn Jenkins Willamette! You liar!"

A voice said. The voice came from under the feet, but it was extremely loud and clear. In the end, the word "liar" was repeated many times like an echo, so people can fully understand the heart of the person who shouted this sentence. , how angry he is. It was not only the shame of having one's IQ crushed, but also the anger of having one's dignity trampled on. This emotion couldn't be more typical.

Not just Dad, everyone living in this land can hear this "rebuke".

Just thinking about the existence of a life with a majestic voice under my feet, an incomprehensible and creepy feeling of fear came to my heart.

Dad immediately turned to look at Jenkins behind him, and the cat lying next to him also raised his head. Together, they saw that the flame on the blue candle was already crumbling.

After the mild earthquake ended, a sudden big earthquake appeared on the eighth floor of the black tower, once again disrupting Nolan on this rainy day. The earth seemed to be furious, and black thunderbolts struck from the sky to the ground one after another.

Gray fog roared, shrouding the sky and covering the earth. The tsunami followed the earthquake, with towering waves hitting the pier. Even if the Ocean Church manages to stop it, the furious Ocean will never launch just one attack.

The doomsday scene suddenly appeared like this, but the voice that scolded Jenkins just said one sentence and then became silent again.

But what followed was a long and loud trumpet sound, as if indicating that everything was coming to an end.

The sound came from deep underground. Dad looked down at his feet. When he looked up again, Jenkins had stood up again.

He put the extinguished candle on the table aside, then picked up the cat, patted it, put it on his shoulder, and finally looked at his father:

"It's my turn next."

He shook his neck and then exhaled a long breath:

"Yes, it's my turn."

"What happened in the dream?"

Dad asked hurriedly.

"I met believers in lies, six in total (Note: 9-3). All of them used the power of dreams to disguise themselves as me and deceive the machine into turning around. They... compiled a Huge lie. Oh, what a horrible, perfect lie that group was, and even I can't figure out how it was spun. I'd really like to explain that lie to you if I have time.