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Morpheus found it difficult to process the complex information.

“Yes, you’ve gotten yourself into trouble. It was your sister who begged me to get you out of it.” Ian looked somewhat dejected because his plan had failed.

“An elder sister is like a mother, look how much she worries about her… Hmm? An elder sister is like a mother? From that perspective, we can be brothers, but I have to be the older brother.”

"The eldest brother is like a father."

A sudden inspiration struck him.

It was yet another desperate attempt.

Such a tricky angle.

This caused Morpheus's CPU to malfunction somewhat.

He couldn't understand why the boy in front of him was so determined to be his father.

Is this related to some kind of bet?

Morpheus was completely baffled.

"Give up, I've seen through you." Morpheus sighed, ultimately failing to give Ian his wish. He rubbed his hair and couldn't help but ask.

"You just said I'm in trouble. Could you tell me more about it?" Morpheus asked, his voice filled with worry. He felt like he had forgotten something very important.

"Actually, I don't know too much."

Ian's tone became more serious, "Perhaps it's because you hosted a banquet for witches from beyond the Dream Kingdom, but forgot to invite one, so that witch who wasn't invited is holding a grudge?"

His words made Morpheus's expression quite strange.

"This is the story of Sleeping Beauty."

The ancient gods sensed a slightly familiar scent.

"You don't seem to have amnesia."

Ian sighed helplessly when the book was discovered after it was pieced together.

He wasn't lying.

That's exactly what happened. Ian knew very little about the situation, only that Morpheus had indeed been imprisoned by an evil witch.

Sandman.

sleeping Beauty.

All the same.

They all fell victim to the witch.

No one knows why Morpheus was captured by the Witch Supreme.

“Amnesia doesn’t mean I lack common sense.” Morpheus didn’t actually remember much; he could only instinctively recall some fragmented pieces of information.

“I’ve lost something, my…power.” That was the only thing Morpheus could remember, but he felt there were more important things he hadn’t been able to recall.

Very important.

And it was extremely urgent.

“The Supreme Bone has been dug out, I’m familiar with this matter, as long as you…” Before Ian could finish speaking, Morpheus guessed what he was going to say, so the man quickly interrupted Ian.

"No, I absolutely will not call you that name, give up." Morpheus was very cautious. "You've been fooling me for so long, you should at least tell me my name, right?"

He felt that he might be able to start from this point and find his lost memories, or rather, the memories that had been shattered by some force. A voice inside him urged him to remember everything as soon as possible.

"."

Ian chose to give up. "I still remember that day, yes, yes, when you were born. The entire forest of the Dream Kingdom was whispering this name—Morpheus."

of course.

He may not have completely given up.

"..."

Morpheus was utterly helpless.

but.

He didn't hold it against Ian, because he knew Ian had indeed told him the truth. Morpheus—that name struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"I……"

Morpheus's head began to buzz when he heard his name called. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his long, slender fingers unconsciously gripped the leather seat.

Countless fragments of memories surged in his mind—a castle as dazzling as stars, bookshelves in a library, the sound of crows flapping their wings—they were like shattered mirrors, impossible to piece together.

but.

Morpheus, who had anticipated this, was still searching desperately, looking through those fleeting fragments of memory, trying to capture the most crucial piece of information that he needed to recall.

Hard work will eventually pay off.

Morpheus's eyes reflected a fragmented memory. The next moment, his expression turned serious, and he spoke to Ian in a slightly anxious tone.

“You have to tell them this: due to the loss of my power, I can no longer contact them directly.” Morpheus looked around as if searching for something.

"what's the message?"

Ian asked curiously.

Morpheus did not answer.

His gaze was fixed on the pen in Ian's hand.

"Give me."

At this moment, His divinity seemed to have the upper hand, and His tone carried a sense of aloofness. Ian did not dwell on it, but instead handed Morpheus a pair of gloves.

"What I need is a pen and paper."

Morpheus frowned.

“I know what you want, but you may not know this, but I am a qualified writer, so if you want to borrow my pen, you will need to wear a glove.”

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that I think your hands are dirty, it's just that I'm rather innocent in this regard and don't like being cheated on." Ian's serious explanation struck Morpheus like a thunderbolt.

He was greatly shocked.

I don't know why I was so shocked.

"Goo~"

Swallowed.

Morpheus obediently put on his gloves; he really didn't want to hear any more mind-blowing remarks. "You need to get this message across to them."

talking.

Morpheus took the notebook and pen from Ian and quickly started drawing in the notebook. "This thing was hidden in a diary and sent to our world."

"Because it uses some seemingly harmless disguises, it is very likely that we have not noticed it." The scratching sound of pen nib on paper filled the carriage.

Morpheus was also very fast when he painted.

Such a serious reminder.

This made Ian suspect that the man had already regained his memories.

“It’s okay, just keep drawing. When you finish drawing, your sister will probably know. She often lies somewhere, being overly shy, and secretly spyes on my private life.”

Ian guessed that this matter must involve an extraterrestrial invasion.

"Ok?"

Morpheus glanced at Ian, puzzled.

I stopped painting.

"Finished drawing? What did you draw?"

Ian was amazed by the other person's hand speed, which was comparable to his own.

It seems that this divine power has not been completely lost.

"disaster."

Morpheus spoke in a low, deliberate tone.

"It may be weak now, but it will eventually absorb our nourishment and become strong," he solemnly reminded Ian, handing the notebook back to him.

"That sounds pretty scary."

Ian hasn't had a chance to see it yet.

Then they saw Morpheus open the car door and get out.

"I'm leaving it to you. I need to find my... Supreme Bone?" Well, Morpheus's memories haven't returned; he was still somewhat influenced by Ian after all.

Seeing that the Dream God was about to leave without looking back.

"Don't get caught again. Most importantly, don't forget how I saved your life, or I'll try to take advantage of your kindness," Ian earnestly warned Morpheus.

He froze for a moment when he saw the back of the Dream God.

but.

In the end, she did not refuse.

They simply quickened their pace a bit.

"Hey."

Ian turned his head away sadly and picked up the sketches left by Morpheus again. Morpheus's painting style was exquisite, as if he could still use some of the dream power in his body.

The artwork is in motion.

The creature above presents a form that defies geometry. Its main outline is similar to a human figure, but it breaks and reassembles at key points, with twelve tentacles of varying thicknesses extending from the neck.

Its head is humanoid, but has long, writhing tentacles instead of hair. It has dark skin, a slender build, and its torso is covered with constantly changing, eerie patterns.

It's just a matter of looking.

Ian clearly sensed an indescribable malice, like a personification of the deepest fears in human cognition, meticulously packaged into a seemingly rational geometric form. It perfectly exemplified what is "ineffable," both because language is incapable of describing it, and because of its chaotic and uncertain nature.

"Oh shit!"