Chapter 109
After Wang Chang'er left, Miaomi chatted for a while in the hall.
"God of Chaos...how is Amon doing?"
The gray cat jumped to the window and looked up at the dark sky.
Silver Cat objectively analyzed: "He is too big. He can't retract his body in a short time. I think it will take at least a month."
The Siamese cat's tail stood up, "Why is it taking so long? Our family meeting is almost here."
"Can the time of that meeting be delayed? Wasn't it Barbatos who arranged it in the past? If we ask Barbatos to take it slow, the other guys won't have any objections. Besides, have you forgotten that these demons are ours now?"
Lynx smiled at his brothers, full of confidence. Since his power awakened, his personality seemed to have become even more aggressive.
Silver Cat agreed with what he said, but was a little worried, "But, will Fourth Brother say anything?"
Lynx shook his head: "Old Four is still busy with Lakin's Rubik's Cube. It's doubtful whether he can attend on time."
The silver cat nodded. He had seen that Rubik's Cube before. It was indeed not easy to turn. If it were him, he would either give up or force his way through it. He would not be as patient as Samikina and would turn it by himself.
The Siamese cat swung its tail and said, "I don't care. It's getting late. I'm going to go downstairs to sleep with my father."
The big lynx turned its head and immediately wrapped its tail around the little Siamese cat.
Caught off guard, the little Siamese got angry and glared at the big lynx, asking, "What are you doing?"
The lynx looked stern and ordered, "You sleep in the cat bed."
The implication is too obvious.
The little Siamese was seen through and gritted his teeth, but still lowered his head.
There is no other way, they are in Mordor, they have no choice!
"A cat's nest is a cat's nest!"
The little Siamese was angry and used his head to hit the lynx's belly. The lynx nodded, and he successfully left.
After the little Siamese ran down, the silver cat followed, yawning as he walked, obviously very sleepy.
The gray cat did not leave. He was worried, with his head down in thought, his eyes dim.
The lynx looked at the gray cat out of the corner of his eye.
In fact, He was almost sleepy to death, but He had to take care of the gray cat's situation.
"Inbos."
The lynx called out.
The gray cat was stunned, then slowly raised his eyes and met the lynx's eyes.
“…”
The faint light illuminated the lynx's fur.
The lynx's ears twitched slightly, and he said calmly: "If you really care, you can go and have a look."
"Where...to?"
The gray cat didn't seem to understand.
The lynx stretched out its large paw, patted the gray cat's head softly, and replied, "Warp."
The gray cat paused, still not quite understanding, "What are you looking at?"
"Look at your past."
Lynx gently pinched the gray cat's face and said, "Go find the alien god 007. He is the god of time. If you want to know about the ancestor god of mankind, perhaps you can ask him to help you recall your memory."
The gray cat paused.
Is there any other way to do this?
But the gray cat thought about it and hesitated, "He is a god from another world. He has nothing to do with us. There is no reason for him to help us."
Lynx smiled and said, "How can there be no reason? In a sense, he is also our brother, isn't he?"
Huh? Gray Cat was dumbfounded, "How could He be considered one?"
Even if we take into account the relationship with Xiao Guangti, they shouldn't be "brothers", right? They should be uncles?
Lynx said indifferently: "Don't worry about the details. But He has been spying on our father for so long, so he should charge some interest."
As an honest demon, the gray cat can hardly keep up with the lynx's thinking.
Why do I feel like their third brother has become a rogue after his power awakened?
The lynx didn't care about the gray cat's thoughts. It patted its mouth with its big paws, yawned twice, and then its eyes became stern. The surrounding space immediately changed.
The gray cat realized it later and turned around to find that he was in the subspace of the near-continental universe.
After a few seconds of confusion, his gaze quickly fixed on the distance.
There was brilliant golden light there, like a golden sea. The powerful and majestic divine force demonstrated its unparalleled presence from afar.
Although there is an endless, turbulent sea of chaos nearby, this golden sea is actually no less magnificent and exists quietly and steadily.
Above the golden sea, a golden human figure was standing in mid-air.
Alien God 007, perhaps he should be called the God of Time?
Vassago took on a human form, yawned again, rubbed his eyes, turned around and asked the gray cat: "Do you want me to go with you?"
The gray cat's ears trembled slightly, and then it turned into a human form, still with that androgynous face.
Inbos frowned, his eyes revealed a firm belief, and he said, "I'll go by myself."
Vashak smiled and patted his shoulder, as if to give Inbosi strength. "Okay, go over and ask. If everything goes well, we'll tell you. If not, we have other ways."
Inposs nodded solemnly and said to Vashak, "Sister Barbatos is actively facing the past, and I must also work hard to do the same."
Vassago was relieved and gave a rare encouragement, "Come on."
Inbos was silent for a few seconds, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly turned back and smiled calmly, as if he suddenly understood something.
Vassago paused, his eyes filled with surprise.
Yin Bosi sighed: "Do you remember what I said before?"
Vassago was puzzled: "What did you say before?"
Inbosi turned his back to the stars, his eyes deep, "It can be said that we all inherited our father's humanity to a certain extent, and our father's humanity is also the basis for our stable consciousness."
"Ah, that one."
Vashak quickly reviewed his memory and remembered that it was Agares who said it.
At the first family meeting, Agares spoke at length, telling them some things about their identities.
Identity, that is, self-identification.
Because it was Agares' reminder, they all listened carefully at the time, but whether they took it to heart or not is another matter.
For example, Vashak has never thought about this question. Humanity, divinity, demonic nature... After all, what kind of existence are they now?
The father is a human, they are the children of humans, they are also human? Speaking of which, the father did not set them as demons. Demons are just their own self-perception. Since they were born, they have been in the abyss for a long time, mixed with a group of demons and monsters, and coupled with the correspondence of their forms, over time, they have recognized themselves as demons.
And now, the brothers remembered their past as gods...
Vassago was a little confused about the relationship here, but he was a lazy devil and didn't think it was necessary to sort it out. After all, they were his father's children, so wasn't it enough to know this?
That’s right, this is their only identity!
Thinking of this, Vashak couldn't help but smile happily. At the same time, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had thought of something crucial. He said in shock, "So that's how it is. That's right!"
Inbos tilted his head, "What's wrong with the third brother?"
Vashak suddenly smiled mysteriously, and in an instant he moved closer, reached out and touched Inposs's head, and said in the tone of Agares's riddle: "Hehe, so, father is our destiny!"
"What?"
Inpos, who brought up this topic, had no idea what Vashak was thinking of.
Vassago continued, "Remember the madness of the gods? Many gods were broken back then."
Of course, Yin Bosi remembered it, and anyone on the mainland knew about it.
Vassago said, "I don't have a past as a god, that's another matter, but I know that for you, your father is your destiny. You were broken back then, and your father is your medicine."
Inpos paused where he was, his eyes widening.
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Meanwhile, in the bedroom, the cats were asleep.
The little Siamese failed to climb onto the bed and slept obediently in the cat bed.
The silver cat was the hero who stopped the little Siamese. Under his terrifying gaze, the little Siamese could only stay there quietly no matter how angry he was, and then he fell asleep while staying there.
Some things happened recently and I learned a lot of things, which were difficult to digest at once.
Silver Cat is a demon who likes to organize information, unravel information, and analyze things in detail. After finally waiting until late at night when the demons are quiet, of course it is his turn to analyze.
In his opinion, the information brought by Wang Chang'er was most likely true, and Wang Chang'er told them the motives of Arnold, the mastermind behind the scenes.
——Because his father failed to help him, he hated his father and wanted to kill him.
It sounds like a ridiculous reason. Who would want someone to die just because they didn't help? How much money does one have to have to have such an outrageous idea?
In Silver Cat's character portrait, Arnold can basically be judged as an out-and-out dark element, who appears humble and friendly on the surface, but is actually dark and sinister in his heart.
Moreover, Arnold probably has no awareness of his own nature. He thinks he is the most innocent and that others who are nice to him but don't help him are evil.
How ridiculous. The silver cat's eyes were cold and murderous.
Therefore, most of the ten emotions analyzed by Barbatos are true, that is, Arnold’s own emotions.
——"Nostalgia, hatred, friendship, love, ambition, greed, anxiety, depression, resentment, despair."
The strongest feelings among them are resentment, hatred and despair.
Isn't it? He blamed and hated his father.
Silver Cat was speechless and felt even more pity for his father who was being targeted for no reason.
"but……"
Silver Cat analyzed seriously, "Arnold is Arnold, and the evil of the universe is the evil of the universe. Arnold's motive for killing his father is not the same as the motive of the evil of the universe for killing his father."
The latter's motivation is actually the most important.
If my father was just an ordinary human being back then, how could he have aroused the evil intentions of the universe?
If my father wasn't special at all, how could he have awakened to the profession of Creator?
It’s all definitely related.
...Among the ten emotions analyzed by Barbatos, some might belong to Arnold and some to the evil of the universe.
Secondly, Silver Cat has not fully agreed with the theory of "Evil in the Universe" because at present, the power of the mastermind behind the scenes is really too weak.
If He is really the "Evil of the Universe", then logically He should be at least as strong as the God of Chaos, right? Why is He so weak that He came to this planet and hid in such a weak race as humans?
Did He do this on purpose, or was He forced to do so, for example because He was seriously injured and His power was greatly reduced?
Both are possible.
Regardless, Silver Cat believes that this matter can be resolved sooner or later, it's just a matter of time. Hmm... does this seem too calm and confident?
The silver cat stroked his chin and ignored everything else. He would first organize the information on his side and update it on the cat-headed demon group.
Although the signal from the mainland to the other side of the universe is not good, it can always be transmitted.
Silver Cat then worked hard to organize the information, edited it several times before posting it in the group chat with satisfaction, and @ed all the demons.
After finishing everything, the silver cat didn't even look at their replies, just closed the mental domain, then turned to look at the young man on the bed.
The young man slept quietly, his breathing was shallow and almost silent.
Silver Cat thought, father has been asleep for a long time, and second brother hasn't shown up, should I stay there?
Forget it, I already know most of the information about my second brother.
I'm also... a little sleepy.
The silver cat's eyelids drooped and he soon fell asleep as well.
“…Snoring.”
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Almost at the same time, in Zeus's dream, time seemed to be dragged out very long.
A second outside may be an hour or even longer here.
Zeus entered the dream, looked around, confused, and felt that he had come to a library.
"Library" may not be enough to describe the building in front of him, it is simply a city.
He stood at the city gate and looked up. He saw that the city was so big that there was no end in sight. In the center of the city stood a huge pure white tower, so high that the top was invisible, reaching straight into the sky. It was majestic and solemn, surrounded by an inviolable divine glory.
For some reason, Zeus felt a strong curiosity about it and wanted to know what kind of world was inside it.
He then had an idea and pushed open the city gate.
He pushed open these two huge doors so easily, as if the wings of a cicada were spreading.
What’s magical is that after the gate was opened, the sound of cicadas could be heard from inside the city.
The chirping of cicadas is very penetrating. Normally, one would definitely find it noisy. However, magically, the chirping of cicadas here is very pleasant to the ear. Although it is very loud, it will not make you feel noisy at all. Instead, it seems to nourish the creatures in the city with a magical musical energy, making you wake up and improving your concentration.
“…”
Xius stopped and looked around. He found that people were coming and going in the city, but all of them were blurry. He didn't know what they were saying or what language they were using. Some were laughing and joking, while others were arguing and arguing. They seemed not to see him, nor did they notice that the gate was open. It was like a video being played, and they would not be disturbed by his arrival.
This must have been a human city that once existed, but the cultural customs here were unlike anything he knew.
He took a quick glance and his eyes were fixed on the huge white tower in the center of the city.
There was a road in front of him, which could lead directly to the giant tower. He did not hesitate, nor did he think about how long it would take, and walked towards the giant tower in the scorching summer sun.
He didn't know how long he had walked, because he lost track of time. When he came to his senses, he walked in front of the giant tower and stopped to look up.
The sky was an incredibly blue color, without a single cloud, and extremely clear.
He walked around the giant tower and couldn't see any entrance. He was patient and puzzled, but there was no one around. He turned around and found that many people had magically gathered around the giant tower. Their eyes were filled with awe and curiosity, but no one came forward. The feet of countless people cleverly described a circle.
What is going on.
Hughes had seen things he had never seen before, but he also knew that it was useless to ask them because they were recordings of dreams, the past could not answer the present, and if he was curious, he would have to find the answers himself.
He turned back and looked at the tower again, and something dawned on him. He then walked forward, placed one hand on the tower, and stroked it slowly, as if he was feeling the tower's mass.
At this moment, a voice sounded in his mind.
——Do you like it? Solve puzzles.
He paused, looking surprised, and wondered whose voice it was.
Then he realized it was his own voice.
Of course, he wasn't talking to himself, but rather... a conversation.
The voice was talking to someone, and the tone was very gentle.
"Have I ever told anyone that before?"
Houston paused, feeling confused.
He couldn't possibly remember everything he said, even if he did.
But why did it suddenly come to my mind now?
Because you are facing a mystery?
Xiusi raised his eyes and looked at the white tower in silence.
It has no door visible to the naked eye, so - one should perceive it with the mind's eye.
So, Zeus closed his eyes and walked along, feeling around with his hands, like a blind man groping for an elephant.
I don’t know how long I was groping for, maybe one or two days, maybe one or two months.
His perception of time had been infinitely weakened over the past eight thousand years, and he often felt that as soon as he closed his eyes, dawn and dusk had arrived, and a day had passed.
If there were no dawn and dusk, and the sleep in between, time would be like a long tunnel with no end in sight for him, and life would be an endless fall.
After closing his eyes, the only way for him to measure time, day and night, disappeared, and the feeling of falling became stronger.
Looking back, his life was full of declines, including the time he crossed over, the time he said goodbye to his friends, and the time he said goodbye to his children.
What will happen if you just go with the flow and let "gravity" carry you? The answer is obvious: you will either lose your life or yourself. So you can't fall down, you have to raise your head and look up.
We must find a place to stay and a life-saving rope, even if it is not the way to salvation, we must pursue the highest goal.
Only by having firm faith and staying calm can you see the light.
The more he thought about it, the more determined he became. Then, he actually felt the outline of what looked like a door.
Zeus stopped, opened his eyes, and looked again. He saw a brilliant golden light in front of him. The door opened naturally and the picture gradually appeared.
Inside the tower, there are endless books, so vast and countless that it is dazzling.
Looking up, the floors were layered one after another like a thousand-layer pancake. Standing in his position, he could not see the top layer at all.
He then walked in, his steps were slow, and he had deliberately lowered his voice, trying not to make any noise, but he still couldn't avoid making any noise.
He had destroyed what should have been a peaceful place, and this made him feel more or less guilty.
He had no choice but to quicken his pace and walk towards the cluster of light. Finally he arrived, stopped and widened his eyes, because he saw countless people, all with blurry faces, some reading, some looking for books, some thinking hard, as if delving into the mysteries of the world.
Xius was stunned, feeling at a loss, not knowing what to do next.
And just at this moment, a gentle voice sounded.
"What's troubling you?"
It was a man's voice, steady and mysterious.
Xius responded by turning his head and looking at the person next to him.
The other person was about three steps away from him. His face was also blurry, and he couldn't even see his eyes. But in the blur, there was a smile on his face. Xius always thought it was a very beautiful face, but it was too blurry and he couldn't see it clearly.
"What's wrong with you?"
Seeing that he didn't say anything, the other party asked again with concern. There was worry in his tone, but it was very polite and he didn't overstep his authority at all.
Faced with the only person with whom he could communicate, Xiu Si of course chose to communicate and said the first words that came to his mind.
"Excuse me, is there a book on...creation here?"
Xius looked at the other person, trying his best to make it seem as if he was looking into the other person's eyes.
The man heard what he said and replied calmly: "Yes, do you need me to take you to see it?"
Xius nodded, "Thank you for your help."
Everything that happened in the dream seemed to be natural, so he didn't ask why the other person was so kind to him.
The other party didn't say much, as if he understood. He turned around and walked in front, leading Xiusi step by step to the upper floor, and then instructed Xiusi to sit by the window while he went to find the books on creation.
Hughes sat down with his hands on the table. His thoughts seemed to float on the water. Some ideas suddenly emerged and he accepted them naturally. Now he realized it later and couldn't help asking a question in return.
"Why did I come here to read?" To study, yes.
He blinked and lowered his head. Not long after, the man came back with some books and placed them on his desk one by one, introducing the titles as he placed them, very attentive and considerate.
“…”
Hughes seemed to accept the man's service naturally and took the books handed to him.
As he read on, he was suddenly surprised. It turns out that there is so much knowledge about creation in this world? Why does his system never display this knowledge, and he can't find any book about it in the outside world?
"These books..."
Hughes couldn't help but speak out.
The man paused and asked with concern: "What's wrong with these books? Is it wrong?"
Hearing this, Xius stopped thinking, looked up at the other person, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, thank you for your help, I was just talking to myself just now."
The man said considerately: "It's okay, I often talk to myself, immersed in my own world, and forget about the outside world."
"Yeah?"
Xius couldn't help but smile and asked curiously, "Will this cause a lot of trouble?"
The man nodded, his eyes dropped. "It doesn't bother me, but it bothers my family. They often tell me riddles, so it still becomes a problem for me."
"family……"
Hughes was deeply touched by this word.
But the other party changed the subject and said gently: "Are you ready to read a book?"
Xius came back to his senses, glanced at the books, and nodded: "Yes, I came here to study."
The man raised his eyes and asked, "Learn how to create things?"
Hughes nodded again: "Yes, does it sound strange?"
"It's not strange. Creation is a great thing. How can it be strange?"
The man was knowledgeable and sensible, and his tone was normal, as if he was saying something very ordinary.
"Creation...great..."
Xiu Si was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but think of the children who also like to talk about their great father, beloved father, etc. He often feels embarrassed when hearing this, but it is not easy to ask them not to say it. Besides, how can I put it? Children are innocent and romantic, and whatever they say is very cute.
How can you discipline them and influence the development of their nature?
When Xius was thinking, the lines of his lips slightly raised and his eyes were full of tenderness, as if he was thinking of something beautiful.
After a while, he raised his head and said firmly: "Well, so I will study hard and become a better creator."
The man seemed stunned by what he said, and after a few seconds he smiled and said, "You will."
"Thanks."
A few minutes later, Hughes was studying the Book of Creation.
He knew clearly that this was a dream, so no matter whether the knowledge was true or false, he felt that he had to learn it as quickly as possible, otherwise he would miss this opportunity when he woke up.
He opened the book with trepidation. He was confused at first because he couldn't understand what it was talking about. But after watching the sunset outside countless times, he gradually understood some of the rules by which the world operates and the beauty of order contained therein.
Few people feel that the "world" is beautiful. This requires first viewing the "world" as a whole and as an object of aesthetics.
The prerequisite for the next step is to first have a complete understanding of the world.
Because all judgments and assessments are meaningless before one has a thorough understanding of the object.
These books did not so much teach him how to create things as they did tell him about the wonders of the world.
On a very macro level, tell him about the operation of planets, the birth and death of star fields, and the laws and order involved therein.
Disorder means chaos. Chaos cannot give birth to anything. It will only cause instability in the world and make people fearful and uneasy.
And order brings peace of mind.
It is stable, unchanging, gentle and peaceful. It is a polymer of beauty, or rather, it is the birthplace of beauty.
It is the prerequisite for all good things.
Creation, in a sense, is the creation of a kind of order. The same is true for the creation of the world.
Orderly and stable things will not deteriorate. The more stable they are, the longer they will last and will last forever.
So how is the order of things reflected?
Maybe it’s – structure.
If something is prone to breaking, then the first responsibility is probably its structure, and only secondarily its contents.
When you set up the structure of something, it can sometimes exist for a long time even without content.
As Zeus read, he was thinking. The more he read, the more he felt as if he had suddenly been enlightened, as if his previously narrow thinking had been continuously opened up, and the fog had been cleared away, and he suddenly saw the light.
He pondered in his mind, and said: "But structure cannot be without content. Even if a structure without content is stable, it is unchanging and lifeless."
“It needs content, it needs vitality. Only content, only filling power, can make the structure transcend its foundation, have life, enjoy consciousness, grow and then evolve.”
"What is evolution, actually? In the final analysis, isn't it just a kind of structural improvement?"
After the birth of life, there must still be freedom to improve the structure, and this freedom must always be traced back to the original structure.
In this regard, Hughes thought of a very appropriate Blue Star concept - genetic defect.
If the structure of the creature is not good, it will have many genetic defects, which will cause it to be unable to grow smoothly or even die prematurely.
So as a creator, you must be cautious and do your best for every creation and not take it lightly.
Although many times, you think you have done a good job and can't see any flaws, those flaws are only exposed one by one many years later.
Things don't go as planned. Not everything can be achieved as planned and perfect.
You cannot create anything beyond your perception.
When you have flaws, the things you create may also have corresponding flaws.
Thinking of this, Xius stopped taking notes and his eyes were heavy.
It seemed that these thoughts had a certain impact on him.
"Truth is the sharpest sword."
Xiu Si was lost for a while, but he quickly cheered up and continued to study every minute.
He increasingly found that what these books said was correct, and he must remember them before waking up from his dream. No matter whether he could understand them all or not, he had to memorize them first!
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Beyond dreams. There is an extraordinary magic floating in the room.
The short-legged cat seemed to sense something and opened his eyes. He looked towards the bed in a daze, and then found that his father was surrounded by an incredible magic.
Hmm...is that magic, or power?
The little dwarf kitten didn't understand and was worried, so he jumped out of the cat bed and ran nimbly to the pillow.
The room was dimly lit, and people were almost invisible to the naked eye. His light green eyes glowed faintly, dimly illuminating his father's face.
My father's brows were furrowed, as if he was having a nightmare.
He was terrified and almost wanted to wake up his father, but he immediately realized that it didn't seem to be a nightmare.
But…what was my father trying to accomplish in his dream?
The dwarf cat paused, thought of his third brother who loved to level up in his dreams, and then he understood.
I can’t wake up my father, or I’ll disturb him from leveling up.
He nodded, but did not return to his cat bed. Instead, he lay down beside the pillow, watching his father, his eyes full of worry.
Half an hour later, He suddenly discovered something: His father was deconstructing Meow?
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On the other side, the demons looked at the cat-head group's intelligence update with different expressions.
Due to poor signal, the information was updated extremely slowly, with only one word coming out every few minutes, which was outrageous.
Eliorg's expression gradually became more interesting, and he said in a subtle tone: "The Brave King Chang'er broke out of the coffin and revealed that the real identity of the mastermind was Arnold, and the evil of the universe behind him?"
Things moved very quickly in just a few days.
In the room, Buyer was lying on the sofa, covered with a quilt and sleeping soundly.
Gusin snored in his magic hammock.
Bachin was lying on the table, not sure if he had died suddenly, with a white flag stuck on his head as a prank by Buyer.
Moragos was working out in the next room, already preparing for the upcoming "big war".
Actually, the only reliable demons are Eliog and his sixth sister Valif who monitors Chaos in the subspace.
Eliorg narrowed his eyes and whispered, "The mastermind behind this was able to escape from the hands of the awakened power of the third brother. It is suspected that he possesses a power that can invalidate the power."
If we don't crack his power, it will be useless even if we find him.
The evil of the universe... sounds like something extremely evil and cunning. Its lifespan may not be the same as the universe, but it should be at least several hundred thousand years.
Judging from this lifespan, everything he does should be flawless and almost perfect, but what is he doing now?
Eliog keenly discovered the contradiction and believed that it was probably Arnold's humanity that was fighting against the evil of the universe.
This is the only explanation. Eliog's idea is different from Beelzebub's. Beelzebub believes that human nature is dark, while Eliog believes that human nature is fighting, not fighting against external objects or people, but fighting against oneself. As the god of war, he is more sensitive to this.
The evil of the universe requires the brave to die, but Arnold doesn't want that, so he does everything half-heartedly, not killing when he should, jumping back and forth without a trace of decisiveness. He is asking for trouble and leaving himself a dead end.
But so what?
Eliorg's eyes were sharp, and he whispered, "No matter what, you must face up to what you have done. The more half-hearted you are, the more you jump back and forth, the more likely it is that things will go against your wishes."
Eliog was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly looked up.
The chaos in the surveillance video has changed, and Amon's body shrinking speed is increasing.
Soon, He will be able to regain the power of the God of Chaos.
Then I will have the confidence to face my big brother!
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The other side is sleeping.
Hughes studied too much and his brain was gradually overloaded. His eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds and he could hardly lift them.
A few minutes later, he really learned to lie down.
He also didn't expect that there are people who can fall asleep in a dream.
Of course, what he didn't expect was that after waking up again, his level would have greatly improved, because he had studied in the dream space for three full years.
A few seconds later, the man who had guided him to read walked out from the side, his eyes deep and gentle, and silently put his coat on him.
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