Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1176 Lyon's Spiritual Core

Is this... all done?
Looking at the Abyss of Dreams, which was in complete chaos due to the immense will of the Dream Master, the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada, anxiously waiting on the outside, couldn't help but exchange a glance with the Crimson King beside him, their five eyes filled with intense anticipation.

For about a month now, the thrush has been trembling as if possessed, and has been desperately urging the two of them to run away, saying that if they don't run away soon, it will be too late. This proves that the Father's plan has succeeded and that the God of Food is advancing towards the Old Land through dreams.

And around the same time, the previously dormant Abyss of Dreams gradually came to life, opening and closing like breathing, and spreading far into the depths of the astral plane... This was a sign of the Lord of Dreams' movement, and now it has returned!
"quick!!"

Looking at the gradually calming Abyss of Dreams, the Crimson King, who had been guarding the outer perimeter for almost half a year, impatiently urged:

"Being completely unprepared and having one's dreams invaded by the source of all dreams, even someone as powerful as the God of Food would be in trouble! Let's go check on him quickly. If the God of Food is directly corrupted by the Lord of Dreams, then Father's efforts will have been in vain!"

"Not urgent."

After glancing at the thrush trembling beside him, as if it might flee at any moment, the All-Encompassing Cicada took a deep breath, then calmly shook its head and said:
"What's going to happen has probably already happened. If the God of Cookery has really been corrupted, then there's nothing we can change by going there now. Let's just keep waiting outside."

"But……"

"Don't worry, you'll have a chance to get in."

Five eyes stared unblinkingly at the now-peaceful Abyss of Dreams, and the all-knowing cicada, brimming with confidence, said without turning its head:
"The ruler of the Abyss of Dreams was born into a group where there was no mutual defense or separation, which made him not very good at hiding his thoughts. Therefore, he had power but no cunning. He was a very 'superficial' person in terms of personality and could not hide his thoughts."

So if it really found the God of Cookery's spiritual core and successfully eroded it through dreams, even if we don't go there on our own, it will still call us over to show off, then have us deliver some harsh words to [Father], or try to eat us again.

"What if it doesn't work..."

"If it fails, it will come looking for us immediately."

The all-knowing cicada said with absolute certainty:
"For this Dream Master, face, sentiment, and rules are meaningless. If he finds that he can't handle it, he will immediately try to cooperate with us and try to find a way to deal with the God of Food from us."

However, the probability of this is not high. Although the God of Food also possesses the power of nightmares, he is ultimately no match for the source of dreams. Every dream he has on his journey is equivalent to giving the Lord of Dreams an opportunity to peek into his spiritual core... Come closer!

Seemingly sensing something, the All-Encompassing Cicada suddenly shut its mouth halfway through its speech, then grabbed the thrush that was trying to escape and moved towards the Crimson King.

At the same time, a sticky and dark, powerful will descended, locking everything around them and slowly but irresistibly dragging the three pillar gods toward the Abyss of Dreams.

coming!

Feeling the still powerful and domineering will surrounding them, but deliberately slowing down the dragging speed, the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada and the Crimson King couldn't help but exchange a glance. Instead of immediately "using" the raven to escape, they cautiously relaxed their bodies and wills, letting themselves slide down into the Abyss of Dreams.

"Your Majesty."

After crossing the silver river once more and arriving at the Abyss of Dreams, filled with silhouetted corpses, the Celestial Cicada of All Things bowed slightly in politeness, then looked up at the magnificent avatar of the Dream Sovereign's will, and asked expectantly:

"You suddenly brought us all here, you must have gained a lot from the God of Cookery's dream, right?"

"..."

The harvest... you mean after finally defeating him in a one-on-one fight, you were surrounded by more than 50,000 people claiming to be Saiyans with golden spiky heads, bombarded with terrifyingly large Spirit Bombs, and finally blasted to dust by the righteous mob?

Recalling Lyon's chaotic and bizarre dreams, and that final, godlike battle where a mere flick of the wrist could destroy a star, the Dream Master's face twitched violently. Then, with a dark expression, he retorted:
"Are you mocking me?"

"?!"x2
Seeing the extremely unfriendly expression on the face of the Dream Master, the two pillar gods couldn't help but exchange a glance, and then they each saw a deep look of shock in each other's eyes.

Judging from this... the Dream Master suffered a loss in the God of Food's dream? And it seems like it wasn't a small loss?

"Your Majesty!"

"I just can't understand how it managed to lose a game where this lineup is a hard counter," the Crimson King asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"You mean, as the sole ruler of the Abyss of Dreams and the source of all dreams across countless planes, you were unable to break through the God of Food's dream when he was completely unprepared?"

"..."

Your words were rather harsh...

Suppressing the urge to blast this foul-mouthed pillar god to smithereens, the Dream Master, under the astonished gazes of the two pillar gods, nodded slightly, his movements somewhat stiff, before emphasizing with eyes full of annoyance:
“Under normal circumstances, I would never fail! No matter what dream he had, it wouldn’t affect my ability to break through his dream and find his spiritual core, but he… but he’s not normal, you know that?”

"..."

We can't say about other things, but we know this fucking thing all too well!
After exchanging a glance, the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada couldn't help but ask:

"So what exactly happened to you in his dream?"

"..."

What happened... well, I didn't really have time to experience anything. The most memorable thing was being beaten up in all sorts of ways, and then getting hit in the face with all sorts of incredibly painful Rasengan-like attacks... things like the Bond Rasengan and the Kamehameha...

Oh right, there's this place called the Pokémon Conduit. We agreed that I would battle his Pokémon one-on-one, but after I beat his Pikachu, he actually wanted to come and fight me with a baton! He said that as a trainer, he couldn't stand by and watch me hurt his friend!
Damn it! I thought I was being unreasonable enough, but I never expected him to be even more shameless than me!!!

"Every experience is a bit..."

Recalling those chaotic yet incredibly real dreams from number 3, as if such a world truly existed, the Dream Master's face darkened as he said:

"I infiltrated his dream a total of thirty-six times. The first time was as a masked, one-eyed ninja. Some half-black, half-white lunatic kept pestering me, saying he could help me create a world with Rin... Anyway, that's not important. In short, before I even figured out what was going on, Number 3, who had dyed his hair blonde for some reason, led a bunch of guys with red and white eyes to surround the village where I lived, which was always raining. They dragged the moon down and smashed it on my head, insisting that it was for his dad!"

"..."

"Next is a city dream where only ordinary people live. I do a job called 'corporate slave' in a country called Japan. It's usually quite safe there, but time is a bit of a problem, just like in the old days."

I've spent most of my time working for an organization called a winery. I've been doing it for over twenty years, but I've only received four months' wages, and a dark-skinned boss named Tou (what's his name?) even withheld a significant amount... Oh right, the people there are really weird! They're all lunatics!

Recalling his incredibly miserable working life and the bizarre, seemingly insane, people he encountered, the Dream Master couldn't help but mutter incredulously:
"Do you know what? I just scolded my subordinate for messing things up, and he actually broke into my house in the middle of the night and tried to stab me to death! I won a cruise ticket in a convenience store raffle, and when someone wanted to buy it from me, I refused. The next day, someone planted a 10-kilogram bomb under my car!"

Oh, and there's number 3! Even though everyone in this world is just ordinary people, I saw him pick up a soccer ball, juggle it a couple of times, and then kick the satellite down! Do you even know what a satellite is? Those things are this... big! He kicked the ball down with just one kick!

"then you……"

"I didn't dare to go to him..."

The Dream Master said with a pained expression:
"That dream has too many restrictions. If you use your power recklessly, you'll be exposed immediately. So, apart from being good at surveillance, I'm just an ordinary person who gets out of breath after running a few steps. But for some reason, Number 3 doesn't have to follow those rules at all. The difference in strength between me and him is too great..."

In short, after seeing the footage of him kicking a satellite down from a metal box called a television, I only dared to keep an eye on him from a distance. But later, I unexpectedly witnessed him bribing a member of parliament in private, saying that he wanted to try to push for some kind of security proposal to semi-publicly arrest members of the distillery across the country.

I didn't think much of it at the time, and just mentioned it to my supervisor at the brewery. That dark-skinned supervisor who had docked my pay told me to go home and wait, and he'd give me a reply within three working days. But when I got home, before I even had a sip of water, I was arrested by over fifty Japanese policemen and spent the rest of my life in jail!

"..."

"Behind it is a place called Seireitei... I followed Number 3 and joined the Fifth Division... The seemingly kind lieutenant said I was somewhat interesting and told me to come see him in the middle of the night... Then he took off his glasses and slicked his hair back..."

Then came being a pirate, no, a sea pirate... On my way to find Number 3, I came to a country full of moving toys... A little girl named Sugar touched me... and I was turned into a tin toy and made to carry heavy loads at the dock for ten years, my hip joints were rusted from being soaked in water..."

"..."

"That's pretty much what happened to me."

After meticulously recounting his various bizarre dreams and the strange mishaps he encountered, the Dream Master, looking at the three bewildered gods before him, asked with a disgruntled expression:
"You should know Number 3 better than I do, so can you tell me which of these chaotic dreams can get close to his mental core?"

"..."

How the hell can anyone tell the difference?!
After listening to those bizarre and unrelated dream worlds, yet inexplicably "reasonable," the Three Pillar Gods were also completely bewildered.

Dreams are a reflection of reality. No dream can exist completely detached from reality. Therefore, under normal circumstances, no matter how outlandish a dream is, it can still be found to have some connection with reality.

Then, the Dream Master, as the source of dreams, can break through the dream through this connection, find the dreamer's spiritual core, and then use the dreamer's spiritual core to spread the dream into reality, building a real dream that the dreamer can be permanently immersed in and completely unable to resist.

But the God of Food's dreams... it's not a matter of whether or not they are detached from reality; they are simply another completely new world with entirely different rules and logic, and their relationship with the real world is pitifully weak, so there is no "way out" in the short term.

If that's all there is to it, then there is a solution. After all, a dream cannot exist completely independently. So as long as the Dream Master makes a few more trips, he can still find a way to break through the dream and achieve his goal.

But who would have thought that the God of Cookery's dreams would never be the same!
Often, the master of dreams has exhausted all his efforts, enduring countless hours of hardship in the dream, and just when he has finally become familiar with the rules of the previous dream, the next dream takes him to a completely different place.

In the previous dream, it was throwing cold weapons and some kind of ninjutsu at each other, but in the next dream, it was kicking a ball and exploding a satellite. It would be a miracle if it could figure out how to do that!
Or... should we just stay out of it?

Seeing the stalemate, and recalling the increasingly intense reactions of the thrushes these past few days, the Crimson King felt a pang of fear and couldn't help but consider backing down. He gave a wink to the pale-faced Celestial Cicada.

It seems that neither the God of Food nor the Lord of Dreams are beings that can be defeated in the dream world. If we rashly get involved, we might get caught by them in the dream world...

No! Father has already paid a tremendous price for this opportunity, so we absolutely cannot give it up!
After giving the Crimson King a cold glare, the All-Knowing Cicada pinched the mark that [Father] had left on its palm, then turned to look at the trembling thrush behind it.

"Thrush, what do you think?"

"..."

What do I think? You all look like you're about to die...

Seeing the increasingly strong "gourmet smell" emanating from the group, as if they might be caught and devoured alive by the God of Food at any moment, the thrush opened its beak and then pleaded:
"I...I really can't do this. How about...how about I quit being a Four Pillars God? Could you..."

"No."

After interrupting the thrush, the All-Encompassing Cicada narrowed its five eyes and spoke with an expression that brooked no refusal:

"Although [Father] admires you greatly and has ordered us not to touch you, if you hinder [Father's] plans... Crow, if we really wanted to do something to you, we wouldn't necessarily need to do it ourselves; there are even people here willing to do it for us... Do you understand what I mean?"

"..."

I understand, you're determined to drag me down with you!
Looking at the two pillar gods staring coldly at him, radiating icy killing intent, and the Dream Lord looking down at him with disdain, as if he were just an ant on the roadside that could be crushed at will, the thrush couldn't help but take a deep breath.

You forced me to do this!
As if afraid of dying from lack of oxygen at any moment, after taking the longest and deepest breath of its life, the thrush suppressed the malice surging within it and said in a trembling voice:
“I think if you want to get a glimpse into the core of the God of Cookery’s spirit, you don’t necessarily have to look for it in his dreams. You can create a dream tailored to him and start directly from his most vulnerable spot… For example… For example, let him have a sister die in his dream first?”

　Two-in-one... Or 2...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)