PFC Chapter 4093 MU Superbody Major Event (17)
Chapter 4093 MU Superbody Major Event (17)
Chapter 4093 MU: The Superbody Incident (170)
Even Batman Arkham was momentarily confused, but Jack the Joker was the first to react, saying, "It's a lucid dream! Some people are aware that they are dreaming, and they can then grant themselves all sorts of superpowers. That's him!"
"Then let's..."
"We are not the masters of dreams, so we cannot do that. However, if he were willing, he could provide us with this ability!"
“Schiller!” Arkham Batman shouted, then, remembering that the agent was a pragmatic person, he added, “Give us the ability to fly, and we can help you distract the pursuers!”
The next second, they were all airborne. Strangely, even without much flying experience, they flew quite well, weaving and soaring through the gaps between the buildings. Then, when they turned around, they found that Schiller and the others had also taken to the air. Now, the horror movie had turned into an ace aerial combat game.
Flying along the building, what lay ahead wasn't a city, but a beach. Strangely, it was filled with various water park slides, forming a dense, overgrown jungle that stretched outwards like vines, interspersed with various pools. Many tourists, seemingly oblivious to the slides extending into the parking lot, were still wearing swimsuits and carrying swim rings, happily walking in.
"What the hell is this?!" Constantine exclaimed. "Don't tell me he drowned at a water park when he was a kid!"
"The key is the slide!" Jack said. "Have you guys seen those movies? You know, there's a slide with a cross-shaped blade inside, and if you slide down, you get shredded to pieces..."
Constantine couldn't help but shiver. Arkham Batman also asked, "Why were the previous dreams so realistic, but this one is so chaotic?"
“Because Schiller was very confused,” Jack could only say. “The nightmares we had before were all based on real events, but his nightmare seemed to be just something he imagined in his mental world. The mental world is sometimes chaotic.”
Just then, the agent seemed to have shaken off his pursuers again and reappeared behind them. He said breathlessly, "Now you can tell me why you appeared in my dream, right?"
Batman from Arkham briefly explained the match to him, and the agent said with a helpless look, "You mean, I'll go with you, and then you'll win, and this nightmare will be over?"
"That's the theory."
"Then which way do we go?"
This question truly stumped everyone. Everyone else's dreams had a clear destination, pointing towards safety.
For example, Doctor Strange taking Eric to the airport signifies that he can escape the concentration camp and start a new life in a foreign land; Batman from Arkham takes Jack out of the slums, meaning he can live without that dangerous environment, even if he doesn't necessarily want to, it is indeed safer; Bruce Wayne being taken to the police station also means he has escaped the environment of murder; and Constantine being taken to find his father signifies that the thrilling night is about to end.
But where was safe for Schiller? The world seemed entirely of his imagination, so where was he to go?
“Tell me why you’re having nightmares,” Jack said, clearly more knowledgeable about dreams than anyone else. “Why are you being chased by so many other beings in your own body?”
“I have to lure them away,” the agent said. “The best way is to provoke them and then lead them in circles.”
"Then why did you lure them away?"
"To facilitate acts of greed."
What does greed do?
"Delete a memory from the memory bank."
This would sound like nonsense to anyone else who knew nothing about Schiller's mental structure, but Jack did know a little about it. After thinking for a moment, he said, "So how did you escape their pursuit in the real world?"
“I don’t know,” the agent said. “Maybe she went back to her room.”
"Back to the room? Back to what room?"
“My own room. We each have a room. My room is on the 15th floor, 1509. The bishop lives across from me.”
"So it's room 1509. Do you have a room number?"
"Yes, it's hanging on the door, with the door number written on it."
Jack said to Batman Arkham, "We need to find a room with a number on it, 1509."
The group looked down at their feet, where a dense network of brightly colored water slides stretched outwards, obscuring any trace of the room.
“I remember we were flying in the direction where the building was getting more and more dilapidated, so there must be some flaw in this scene,” Arkham Batman said. “There should be a different slide.”
They immediately split up to search, and then Constantine heard a scream coming from not far away: "Aaaaaah!!!"
He turned his head and saw Doctor Strange, while the Schillers stood around him, their unfocused eyes gradually refocusing on him.
Another figure quickly flew over, grabbed Doctor Strange's cloak, and tossed him aside—it was Eric, who had rushed over. Charles shouted at them, "Don't let them target you!"
"Why do I still feel like my mind is being disturbed?" Doctor Strange asked, his face pale.
“I can’t completely stop his mental interference,” Charles said, sounding helpless. “His gaze is more like some kind of magical ritual that directly disturbs feelings of guilt. I’d also like to ask if you have any way to interrupt this process.”
As they were talking, a dark figure flashed behind Eric and plunged a knife into his shoulder. Eric roared in pain, but the moment his magnetic field erupted, it failed to detect anything, only flashing an arc of electromagnetic light around him in a state of impotent rage.
"What the hell is this thing?!" Eric shouted. "I can't sense their magnetic field at all! It's incredibly fast, probably faster than Quicksilver. No, faster than the Flash from Batman's side!"
“These are illusions within a nightmare,” Doctor Strange explained. “The strength of the creatures in a dream depends on the dreamer’s perception of them. If they are so terrifying in the dreamer’s mind, then they will be endowed with such terrifying abilities.”
"Then why weren't the people in our dreams given these abilities?"
“Because you’re no longer afraid of them,” Doctor Strange said, spreading his hands. “Whether it was the car accident that injured me, the ordinary people who once questioned you, the murderers of your parents, the soldiers in the concentration camps, etc., they are no match for us now. We all know very well that if we encounter such a situation again, we can easily get out of trouble now. These nightmares are just remnants of the past, and naturally they are no match for us.”
"But this dream is different. Obviously, even the current owner of the dream can't do anything about those who are chasing him. The shadow hasn't passed at all, and based on the current imagination, they will have even stronger abilities."
Charles covered his forehead and said, "Shouldn't we have made this plan? I thought that agent was different from Greed, but I didn't expect Schiller to be just as crazy."
“Alright, there’s no use thinking about that now. Our priority is to find a way out,” Doctor Strange said, looking around. “The way to escape the nightmare is to find a safe place, a place where the dream’s owner feels safe. And a safe place will be out of place with the dream’s setting. We just need to look for places that are different from common sense.”
Meanwhile, Batman and his crew from Arkham had found it. They discovered a large loop on the sea, a common water park ride, only several times larger. The unusual thing was that all the riders who entered the loop and fell into the central hole never came out again, as if they had vanished into thin air.
Arkham Batman peered inside, but it was too dark to see anything. Constantine, on the other hand, clasped his hands together and said, "I hope there aren't any razor blades in there."
Just as they were about to jump in, the Schillers attacked again. Perhaps because they had been there for too long, the Schillers' attacks had changed from single-target to group attacks. As soon as they appeared, everyone was simultaneously subjected to mental interference and hunger attacks, and huge blades of light slashed down towards them.
The group quickly dodged, but in order to avoid the attack, they moved further and further away from the entrance. They ran desperately toward the entrance, but were blocked and could not get close for a while.
Meanwhile, Charles and his entourage had already arrived. When they saw the scene below, they showed no sign of schadenfreude, because if these people blocked the entrance, they wouldn't be able to get down either.
“First, we need to find a way to force them to retreat,” Charles said.
All three were skilled at area-of-effect attacks, and Charles could also grant his teammates immunity to mental interference, so they quickly reached the center. But just as they were about to jump into the entrance, a dark figure flashed behind Charles.
Charles was focused on helping his teammates resist the manipulation's mental interference, but he hadn't paid attention to his positioning. He turned his back to the hunter and became the person closest to him. Caught off guard, he was stabbed in the back.
“Charles!!!” Eric roared.
With a flick of his wrist, Doctor Strange healed the wound on Charles's back in an instant, though it still caused him considerable pain, leaving him pale and panting heavily.
He jumped into the hole first, followed by Eric and Doctor Strange. Their interference allowed Batman and his crew from Arkham to approach the hole, and they too jumped in one after another.
Emerging from the slide, Arkham Batman found himself in a peculiar building. The surrounding walls were old stone, covered in moss and various vines, with only a few small windows at the very top. Row after row of slides extended from one wall, water cascading down continuously. There was very little room to stand below, but fortunately, there was a very winding staircase to climb up.
After climbing up, he found himself in an endless stairwell corridor, going up for a while and then down again. Some stairs were suspended in mid-air, others stretched horizontally across the floor—it all seemed completely illogical. Finally reaching the top floor, he discovered countless platforms connected by a giant pillar: the first platform was an amusement park, the second an aquarium, and the third an inflatable mattress. By the time Arkham Batman realized what was happening, he found himself completely submerged in water, the platforms blurred and swaying with the ripples.
"This dream is really bizarre," Arkham Batman thought to himself. He wondered where the room he was looking for, number 1509, was, but hoped it wasn't too far. He felt his sanity was being affected if he continued to wander through this strange dream.
After finally swimming to the upper level, the platform grew smaller and smaller, allowing Arkham Batman to see his companions and his rivals. The good news was that everyone had arrived; the bad news was that some had died.