A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

In the room, Albert "sat" at the table.

The candlesticks at the four corners of the room emit faint firelight, making the ancient decoration style look less cold.

Given his poor physical condition, all he could do was search his memory for information about the kingdom of dreams.

Morpheus, a member of the Endless Family, the collection and incarnation of all dreams, stories, and unconsciousness, is one of the most powerful entities in the DC Universe.

Albert guessed that at this time, Morpheus had experienced events such as being imprisoned by humans, and seemed to have become more like a human being rather than the rules of the universe...

"Boom, boom, boom."

A dull knock on the door interrupted Albert's thoughts.

The visitor is Luthien.

"Mr. Lin Xiao, the master invites you to have dinner."

Lucien raised her head and adjusted her glasses.

"My name is not Lin Xiao."

Albert "stands up" and shakes his head, that was his name in his previous life.

"Maybe not now."

Lúthien bowed,

"But dreams never lie, do they?"

The light reflected from Lucien's lenses made Albert a little uncomfortable. Among Albert's few psychological knowledge, dreams are far more direct than memories and often contain subconscious wishes and expectations.

In the kingdom of dreams, facing His Majesty Morpheus's librarian, he knew that he had nothing to hide. Especially when he doesn't even have a body.

"Please lead the way."

Albert's room was next to the library, and the door faced a huge bookshelf with no visible top or edge.

Books of various colors are neatly stacked on top, densely packed. Albert believed that all the library books in previous lives could not fit into the corner of this bookshelf.

It's one thing to see it in a comic, but another thing to see it in person.

"Oh, maybe you can find all your dreams in there."

As if sensing Albert's shock and curiosity, Luthien in front turned her head and brushed her fingers over the books.

"No, Lúthien, he can't find it."

A deep voice appeared from all directions, it was Morpheus.

At this time, the space in front slowly distorted and transformed, and the bookshelf seemed to be enchanted, shrinking and retreating until it disappeared.

A rectangular dining table was placed in the center of the empty hall, and Morpheus, still dressed in black Gothic clothes, sat opposite.

"Our guest is so special, Lúthien. I'm afraid you can't find a dream about him in all the books you've searched."

Albert mused, and Lúthien's expression turned to disbelief.

"But the dreams of all creatures in the entire universe are in the library."

"Is there another crack in the dream, sir?"

"The library does record the dreams of the entire universe,"

Morpheus slowly raised his head and stared at Albert,

"But I'm afraid he's from somewhere else."

"So where am I from?"

Albert walked to the table and sat down. Fortunately, his non-existent body did not pass through the chair.

"I have no idea,"

For the first time, Morpheus's eyes showed confusion.

"It seems to be another extremely powerful universe, another world with infinite possibilities. It is a realm of dreams, the power of death, despair, madness, destruction, desire, fanaticism...even father and mother cannot perceive it. place.

I tried to peek into a corner of there when I found you,"

Morpheus shook his head, with a trace of vigilance in his eyes.

“But there was an extremely powerful force over there that instantly swallowed up the nightmare I sent.

Maybe I should ask you, Albert or Lin Xiao, where are you from? "

"When you found me?"

Albert did not answer directly. He didn't know why he appeared in Morpheus's dream realm. Maybe there was something wrong with the Phoenix Force, or maybe there was a problem with the quantum channel itself.

It is not impossible that this is a world where DC and Marvel converge.

"That day, I was with my sister..."

As Morpheus narrated, gravel gathered from all directions out of thin air, forming a huge picture above the dining table, and at the same time, food and silverware began to appear on the dining table.

Morpheus told Albert that three days ago when he was traveling between dreams and reality, he suddenly felt a strange consciousness entering his own kingdom (strange dreams were his original words, but Albert was still used to it) using the word consciousness).

"What surprised me was that dream,"

Morpheus pointed at Albert with his fork,

"There is no physical existence."

Morpheus pointed at himself again,

"Even my siblings and I need a medium to enter other worlds."

"With all due respect, my lord,"

Luthien, who was standing aside, couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Perhaps destruction does not require a medium, which is why..."

"Lucien!"

Morpheus showed a sullen expression for the first time, not very harsh, but Albert felt that the whole world shook,

His invisible body seemed to be imprisoned in an instant and would dissipate at any time.

"Sorry, my lord."

Looking at Morpheus's face becoming paler, Luthien lowered her head and took a half step back.

"I don't think I need to expose my shame in front of the guests."

Morpheus straightened up and returned to his cold, indifferent look.

"I have many names, Albert.

Hypnos, Hermes, Serapis, Mam, Angus, Ole... No matter what era, I have always been in charge of dreams.

I've made mistakes, serious mistakes, and half the universe was wiped out. Just imagine, Albert, what would happen if every creature in the universe dreamed of the end? "

Obviously, Morpheus did not expect Albert's answer, this was just a rhetorical question. He blew into the palm of his hand, and the gravel transformed into galaxies in the air.

Suddenly, all the stars suddenly exploded!

"Yes, it will be terminated."

Albert watched and listened silently. He had a hunch that Morpheus would soon get to the most critical point.

Just now Luthien thought you were the product of a dream rift, and she was wrong. But before I picked you up, my kingdom, the realm of dreams, was tainted almost imperceptibly. "

"grown ups......"

Luthien showed an expression of disbelief and wanted to say something, but Morpheus raised his hand to interrupt her.

"The pollution this time was so minimal, like a pebble mixed into the gravel. But by the time I discovered it, the dream of the entire city was gradually being assimilated."

"Like a computer virus?"

"Interesting metaphor, like a computer virus."

"I sent two nightmares, one disappeared and one rebelled. It was an extremely dark force. Well, an extremely tenacious virus."

"So you need an antivirus that's independent of your system?"

Albert took over the words before Morpheus could continue. He is not stupid, Morpheus's long foreshadowing and special emphasis on himself have shown everything.

"you can say it this way."

"But as you said, I'm just a dream now."

Albert narrowed his eyes and probed.

"Then I'll give you a body,"

Murphy paused,

"I agree to one more request of yours."

Morpheus's conditions were quite generous. In fact, all Albert wanted was a body.

"When it's done, send me outside the origin wall and above the dimension. Or provide me with enough energy."

Albert stood up, and his clear voice echoed in the hall.

It's hard to imagine what it would be like to be polluted by a being as powerful as Morpheus, who is above the gods and has no choice but to do anything about it. But even if you don’t know what time point it is now, you have unlimited room for maneuver in the DC world.

Ever since he heard about the Origin Wall, Morpheus's brows began to frown.

"I can ask my father and mother."

"I need an answer for sure."

Albert did not retreat at all. Morpheus is one of the cosmic gods most likely to help him return to the real dimension. His temper and alignment are much better than those dark evil gods.

He didn't want to be given slices of the Laughing Bat for making a deal with Perpetua.

After a long silence, Morpheus spoke again.

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Morpheus took out a small bag filled with sand and shook it gently. Countless gravel surrounded Albert, spinning faster and faster.

In the long yellow sand, Albert lost consciousness.