Chapter 784: Dream-Roaming Lantern (Part II)

So, this is your dream.

Watching the giant palm descending from above, the old investigator couldn't help but subconsciously squeeze his legs together, then looked toward the female reporter beside him with some regret.

"I'm not in a good position to act right now, give me the lantern... Nicole, he's yours!"

"Understood."

The female reporter nodded, handed the 【Dream-Roaming Lantern】 in her hand to the old investigator, and then, to Li Ang's surprise, actively raised her hands to meet the attack.

"Bang!"

As the giant palm descended, the top of the clock tower exploded with a roar. Large chunks of brick and stone flew everywhere, kicking up a massive cloud of gray dust in mid-air.

According to the law of "no smoke, no damage," that slap was a wasted effort.

Realizing the sensation was wrong, as if he had hit empty air, Li Ang immediately retracted his right hand and took a deep breath. From within the dust swirling around the clock tower, a somewhat familiar, aged voice drifted out.

"Remember? I told you before..."

Twisting the handle of the 【Dream-Roaming Lantern】 to dim the light shielding him, the old investigator walked slowly out of the dust and said with a smile:

"It won't be long before we meet again. You are now... *Cough! * *Cough, cough, cough! * What is that smell?!"

Uh... dinner tonight was garlic pasta; the smell really is quite strong.

Exhaling a "breath" full of garlic fragrance to blow away the dust at the top of the clock tower, Li Ang frowned tightly as he looked at the old investigator, whose face had turned a bit green from the fumes.

"I knew it, you really are trouble!"

"..."

Yes, actually... never mind, I suddenly don't want to talk to you anymore...

As Li Ang spoke, the garlic smell in the air grew even more intense. The old investigator, who had been about to deliver a few harsh words, hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with a dark face and retreated half a step while clutching the lantern.

"And you!"

After driving the old investigator back with a single sentence, Li Ang, having pre-emptively adopted an Ultraman persona and currently standing over forty meters tall, leaned down slightly and stared fixedly at the female reporter:

"Miss Nicole, I really didn't expect to meet you here."

"..."

"What exactly are you two trying to do?"

"..."

"Is Director Aquarius still alive? What is your relationship with him?"

"..."

"Speak!"

"..."

Please, just shut up!

Facing the pungent odor—which had increased by more than one level of intensity along with Li Ang's sudden growth in size—the female reporter, unable to bear it any longer, leaped over thirty meters into the air and shoved Li Ang's chest with all her might!

"Lie down!"

Accompanied by the female reporter's slightly annoyed shout, the heavy body of Ultra-Li Ang—who, according to the setting, was visiting the capital from the M78 Nebula and weighed tens of thousands of tons—actually collapsed on cue, smashing the street behind him flat with a loud boom.

Is this 【Untouchable】? It can even push over an Ultraman?

After glancing at the female reporter's fair hands and recalling the relevant intelligence, Li Ang couldn't help but frown again.

The strange lantern in her hand seemed capable of fixing the dream's scenery, so even though he was the master of this dream, he still couldn't change the scene at will.

Being able to turn the Wang Gong into a paid park and adding some high-rise buildings or overpasses was already the limit of his ability; anything more sci-fi than that couldn't be crammed into this dream. So... I have to work on "myself," then?

"Stop struggling."

Reaching out to crush something and disperse the heavy garlic smell at the top of the clock tower, the old investigator walked to the edge of the building, looked down at the fallen giant Li Ang, and said with a cold expression:

"If I'm not mistaken, you dared to ambush me here because you know you are the master of this dream and thought you could use that to your advantage, right?"

"..."

"You are too naive; dreams are not such simple things."

Taking a strange white rope from his bosom and throwing it to the female reporter, the old investigator sneered:

"Even in a fake dream, a person cannot construct things they are completely unfamiliar with out of thin air. Just saying 'I can rival the gods' doesn't mean you can truly possess equivalent power.

In a fake dream, the most powerful thing is actually reality."

"Although the dream you created is peculiar, whether it's that Wang Gong turned into a garden or this seemingly powerful body of yours, they are all empty shells that cannot withstand close inspection."

Based on your experience and understanding of power, you simply cannot imagine what a truly powerful existence is like, and naturally, you cannot complete the corresponding construction in your own dream...

So stop struggling and lie there honestly. I will spare your life until the Abyss of Fallen Souls descends completely!"

"..."

Thanks for the explanation... but are you sure what I created in the dream isn't real enough?

After hearing the old investigator's words, Li Ang raised an eyebrow and decisively dismissed his Ultraman persona. His tens-of-meters-tall body rapidly shrank back to the size of a normal person.

Although there was no countdown flashing light on his chest, the fact that he had flattened half a street just by sitting down after being pushed over was enough to prove that the "Ultraman Li Ang" he created wasn't actually lacking in authenticity.

As for why he was pushed over even after transforming into Ultraman, that probably had to do with the female reporter's hands.

As long as her 【Untouchable】 was activated correctly, it could forcibly resist all "contact" from anything below a True God. If no contact was made, then no matter how strong Ultra-Li Ang was, it was useless. So...

I have to switch to Super Saiyan!

Heh, have you given up resistance already?

Watching Li Ang dissipate his giant form and return to his normal size, the old investigator's mouth curled slightly.

Believing an enemy's words—this guy is still a bit green.

The power of a dream is, in the end, nothing more than the power of belief. As the master of the dream, he undoubtedly has the highest level of "authority." So as long as he is determined enough and believes he can defeat me, the final result is really hard to say.

Now that he has developed fear, as long as I continue to strike at his confidence and make him doubt his own abilities, he will naturally become weaker bit by bit and gradually lose his ability to control this dream.

When this dream gradually becomes chaotic and his power is weakened to a certain extent, it will be time for... Hmm? Why is his hair turning gold? And why is it floating up like a hedgehog's? And what is that thing in his hand flashing with blue light?

(*–-)===3

"Hehe~"

"Kid?!"

Watching Li Ang, who for some reason had suddenly laughed out loud while sleeping, the Black Goat felt his nerves tighten and hurriedly called out:

"Wake up! Wake up quickly!"

"..."

"Your soul is not right! It's too excited! Be careful not to fall for a trap!"

"..."

"Stop sleeping! Wake up! Stop laughing!"

"..."

"Wake up! What on earth did you dream about? How can you laugh so happily!"

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 785 =====