"To overthrow this dream of an ideal state...so that the fate of all people can be put back on track."

Upon hearing this, Kaz, who had just withdrawn his foot, couldn't sit still anymore. After all, from their perspective, these people had no reason to provoke them. They had been Eoubs's dogs for so many years, and now that they finally had a chance to live a good life, they were suddenly being asked to be treated like slaves. Wasn't this bullying honest people?

To this, Kleeman simply smiled and replied leisurely, "I say, you two... you both know I'm a dead man. To be honest, most of the operatives living in this Mirror of Eternal Dreams are only unable to transform into soul form because of this dream entity."

"For example, if that guy named Li Lin could really stuff everyone into the Blood Source of All Things, it would actually be a good thing for people like us."

"It's always better to be alive than dead, isn't it?"

"Besides... do you really think Eoubs was created for all of humanity? That's a ridiculous idea."

“Yes, you make a good point.” Merlink nodded, his expression turning completely cold. “But I’m sorry, at least that’s how I see it.”

"It has to be admitted that even in the most desperate and muddy organization... there are indeed a small number of idiots who really want to fulfill that vow to create the future and are willing to sacrifice themselves for it."

"The fact that it has survived to this day is the best proof."

"And the future that Li Lin desires, the illusory paradise he has created, will ultimately be swept away by the tide, or become a nightmare a thousand times more terrifying than Eoubs."

"Because he only wanted revenge."

"Therefore, no matter how hard he tries, he is destined to be swallowed up."

The atmosphere inside the room suddenly became tense. Kleeman stopped laughing, and Merlink also took out his easel, unusually holding his palette which he hadn't used in a long time, and unfolded his domain, entering battle mode.

In an instant, colorful ripples spread throughout the space, clearly indicating that the influence of the silent poem was beginning to spread and was about to construct the world within the painting.

At this suffocating moment.

Carlos suddenly stood up, grabbed the champagne glass on the table, and gulped it down. Then he pulled out his notebook and said, "I have a very good suggestion. Would you like to hear it?"

"Since you two are both artists, the battle between artists should naturally be decided in the professional field."

“There happens to be a separate space in my notebook, with unlimited area and all kinds of props. It’s definitely enough for you two to have a good sparring match.”

"As for me, I can also have a good comparison with your guard."

Kleeman frowned, first glancing at Carlos, then turning his gaze to Merlink.

"Two operatives who aren't even B-rank... and they dare to negotiate with me."

"Yes, that's commendable for your courage."

"Let's do it this way."