From Prisoner to Si Chen

Toyalan, the hometown of God.

At the entrance of "Dream Cinema", two figures were standing side by side on the steps and the red carpet.

"Director" David and "Chief Photographer" Clos were standing quietly, looking up at the sky, as if waiting for someone.

Suddenly, both of them saw a flash.

A figure appeared in front of him out of nowhere.

David and Cross were startled at first, and then they stared at the man who suddenly appeared... The man was wearing a black suit, a black hat, a red tie, with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

He looks very casual, like a gentleman out for a walk.

From the man, they smelled a strange breath of law, and at the same time felt a strong sense of mystery and a natural oppression coming from a higher person.

The two were inexplicably shocked.

"Mr. Gillan Iros, you... you have really become the new Si Chen?!"

David Norman opened his mouth and asked in disbelief.

Jilan chuckled and nodded in agreement.

Upon seeing this, the two February Apostles couldn't help but look at each other.

During this period, the God's Land was in turmoil. First, the "Blind General" died in a battle with the "Crippled King", and then the sun, which symbolized the "Noon Dawn" of the seventh month, split, and Omer died because of the stripping of the law.

Not long after the two Si Chens passed away, a strange deep red starry sky appeared in the sky of the divine land, and a brand new law was born with the new Si Chen.

They had guessed about the identity of the new Si Chen, but they never imagined that it was actually the "Red Sage" Gilan Iros!

"Mr. David, Ms. Cross, I am here to fulfill my previous promise."

Gillan looked at the two apostles, his tone calm but serious.

"I am about to take action to hunt down the three art masters - this is not only revenge for Mr. Clark, but also to clear the last obstacle on my way forward."

Hearing this, David and Cross were both excited.

They have waited for this day for too long!

"We, the February Apostles, will do our best to assist you, sir. As long as we can bring down the Three Gods of Art, we will have no regrets even if we are torn to pieces."

David looked solemn, touched his chest and saluted towards Gillan, and spoke solemnly.

At this time, Ms. Cross, who had a blonde ponytail, took a deep breath and asked respectfully:

"I still don't know how we should address you after you become Si Chen?"

"Um……"

Gillan groaned.

He had never thought about this question, but considering that his current laws originated from the sacrifice of another self, he planned to use this to commemorate him.

"Call me 'Mui-sama'."

He smiled.

Although David and Cross did not understand the meaning of this title, they also hurriedly said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, 'Lord Mei'."

And just after Jilan revealed his "name of Sichen", all the superiors in the Land of Gods inexplicably received this message.

They all knew the name of the new Sichen——

Sleeping Master!

Far away in a corner of the "Temple", the three artists who were in a secret gathering all changed their expressions.

Especially "Miss Elegy" from April Sichen.

"Master Mei?!"

Under her hat and veil, Futis's red lips were slightly open, and she looked extremely surprised.

Across the table, a lady in a long dress with her hair tied up and an elegant appearance was holding a pipe. She glanced at Miss Elegy's reaction and laughed, and asked in a low voice:

"Futis, the new Si Chen's name seems to be somewhat similar to the Si Chen in another secret history that you mentioned?"

"I didn't expect that our Jilan Iros from this secret history would eventually become Sichen, and his name is also 'Master of Sleep'."

He took a deep breath, his face solemn.

The man with long black hair chuckled, teased the little white dove squatting on the brim of his hat, and said:

"From what you said, when you met the 'Lord of Sleep' in your dream, did he give you a strong sense of danger?"

"Yes." Futis did not hide it from her two companions and nodded.

"Although we are both Si Chen, I don't know why, but he makes me feel that I can't compete with him... And according to him, there were originally eighteen Si Chen in the Secret History, but he killed twelve of them."

"It's hard to tell if that guy is bluffing or not."

"White Dove Poet" Du Wei shook his head.

"There is indeed a gap in strength between the Si Chen, but the gap cannot be so huge... In addition, although Jilan Ilos has become the new Si Chen and the Empire is becoming more powerful, there is no need to worry too much."

"We are hiding in the divine land. Even if we join forces, they can't do anything to us... Unfortunately, the 'Blind General' lost. The next era is destined to be dominated by the 'Crippled King'. It will be difficult for us to intervene in the development of the mortal world in the future."

"No problem."

"Madam Ya," Cynthia said lightly, puffing out smoke and squinting her eyes.

"An era has a beginning and an end, but the duration varies. We only need to wait quietly and witness the rise and fall of the era of the 'Crippled King'."

"Um."

Futis and Du Wei nodded.

In the "temple" filled with gray fog, three huge figures sat quietly at the table, drinking tea and chatting.

But at this moment——

"Um?"

The three Si Chen stopped talking at the same time and looked towards the entrance of the hall.

A hazy white light came in through the huge archway. Gray fog was floating in the air. A tall figure appeared there at some point, with his back to the light, so his face could not be clearly seen.

All that could be vaguely made out was a gentleman in a formal suit and a short hat.

"It turns out to be the newly promoted Sichen 'Lord Mei'."

Du Wei tilted his head slightly, chuckled and spoke.

The sound echoed in the empty hall.

"We were just talking about His Majesty... Well, I wonder what is the matter that His Majesty came to visit alone?"

"What do you think?"

The man responded calmly.

After that, he put his hands in his pockets and walked into the hall leisurely. The heels of his leather shoes knocked against the cold and hard patterned stone slabs, making a crisp clicking sound.

Madam Ya put down her pipe, looked down at the man approaching from her high seat with an indifferent look, and said:

"Gilan Iros, you just became a god and you're planning to cause trouble for us? Sure enough, you're still as arrogant as ever."

"Your Majesty, if you had brought along the 'Crippled King', 'Flood', 'Ms. Snow', and 'Our Lady of Sorrow', perhaps we would have been a little wary... But now you are alone. Aren't you looking down on us?"

At this time, "Miss Elegy" lowered her head slightly, her hat brim and veil covering the upper half of her face, leaving only her red lips opening and closing, and a cold voice emanated from her.

Click.

Gilan stopped and stood under the platform.

He didn't raise his head, but said calmly:

"Yes."

"Um?"

Du Wei raised his eyebrows.

Gillan added:

"I really didn't take you seriously."

“…”

The eyes of the three Si Chen gradually turned cold.

Jilan adjusted the brim of his hat and said:

"I don't like to look up when talking to people. Do you want to come down by yourselves, or do you want me to 'invite' you to come down?"

Hearing this, the three Si Chen found it funny.

Cynthia twisted her waist and changed her sitting position, crossed her legs, picked up the pipe again and put it to her lips, and said lightly:

"You might as well try it."

Swoosh——

Gillan reached a hand out of his trouser pocket.

He aimed at the high platform in front of him with his five fingers spread out and clenched.

Through the gaps between his fingers, you can see his swirling purple eyes, deep and mysterious.

"Everything dreams, even the gods."

The magnetic voice echoed in the hall, with a calm tone.

Buzz——

An invisible force spread from Jilan and swept across the surroundings.

The expressions of the three Si Chens changed subtly.

They didn't even blink, but the surrounding environment suddenly changed. It was no longer the solemn gray and black stone palace, but a vast and gray world instead.

What surprised the three most was that they were originally sitting on a high platform, but now they were standing on the ground made of gray fog for no reason.

The "Lord of Sleep" could actually affect the three Sichen without them even noticing!

“What kind of power is this?”

Cynthia frowned slightly and spoke.

Futis and Du Wei beside him were both silent.

A few seconds passed.

"A strange law seems to blur the concepts of illusion and reality... We are now in a dream created by each other."

Du Wei looked around and said lightly.

Futis raised her chin and stared with her beautiful eyes at the "Master of Sleep" not far in front of her.

"Mr. Gillan, is this the dream you prepared for us?"

"Yeah, a nice dream."

Gillan did not deny it.

"It can also be called a game. I hope you three can have fun."

After saying that, he took a step back.

The whole figure was shrouded in gray mist and disappeared.

Only three Si Chen were left standing there.

They didn't seem to be worried about their own situation. Instead, they looked around with interest.

"Have you found a way to crack it?"

Cynthia asked.

Du Wei shook his head, and Futis whispered:

"It's strange. Everything here seems unreal, but the feedback given to me by the 'Soul Law' is real."

"Even your laws cannot be understood..."

Cynthia narrowed her eyes.

Among the three arts, Miss Elegy has the sharpest perception. When assassinating Ms. Snow, none of the opponent's counterattacks were effective, all thanks to Futis's advance prediction.

But now, facing the power of the "Lord of Sleep", even He is helpless.

"Give me some time."

Futis smiled sweetly.

He raised his hand with white lace fingertips and gently stroked it, as if stroking an invisible harp.

A pleasant ding-dong melody sounded, and a cluster of pale, translucent flowers grew out of thin air beneath the feet of the three people.

The white flowers spread and grow in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, it spread over hundreds of kilometers.

But even so, this area seemed to have no end, and the pale flowers never reached the edge.

At this moment, a hollow and strange call came from afar:

"Hello--"

"Is anyone there——"

The voice cannot be distinguished between male and female.

The three Si Chen looked at each other, seeming to understand that the attack of "Mui Zhu" might be coming.

"Let's see what tricks that guy is playing."

Cynthia said calmly, resting her elbow with one hand and holding her pipe with the other.

But the next second, He slowly raised his head.

Then they saw a gigantic, headless monster that blocked out the sun and the sky. Its split chest and abdomen were like an abyss, and each of the sharp teeth inside were like tall buildings.

A strange roar like rolling thunder came from the hollow chest and abdomen:

"Hello--"