Chapter 582: We Are the Same Kind of People (Part 1)

"Morpheus! I'm here to negotiate terms!"

"You actually dare to..."

Morpheus turned his head, and the first thing that caught his eyes was a huge sailing ship. Morpheus hadn't seen such an old and huge ship in human dreams for a long time.

Immediately after, he floated up, wanting to talk to Schiller on the bow, and then he saw that the deck was densely packed with Schillers.

The second half of his sentence was directly held back and changed to: "... what do you want to negotiate?"

Morpheus wasn't cowardly; he just knew very well what the consequences would be after Schiller let this ship of Schillers down. Whenever he thought of that scene, Morpheus felt that his retirement was imminent.

The current Dream God Morpheus could be considered a relatively competent deity. He was trying hard to maintain the dreams of all sentient beings, making dreams one of their few pure lands. As an abstract entity that constructs the origin of the DC world, they were almost invincible in the world.

Neither Schiller nor the Joker had the ability to destroy the Dream Realm, let alone kill Morpheus, but they had ways to make Morpheus negotiate terms with them. Nothing else, just splashing feces.

Morpheus looked at that ship of Schillers. He sighed deeply, then looked at his Dream Realm. The damage from the Joker's last entry had just been repaired, and that was only damage caused by one Joker.

Now, on Schiller's ship, just from what Morpheus could see, there was the Joker who came in last time, another green-haired Schiller who looked very similar to him, and several strange objects that were hard to describe.

Therefore, Morpheus couldn't attack this ship; he had to ensure that this ship landed steadily. If it shook and one or two spilled out, who could be responsible?

So, the brilliant light of the Dream Realm surrounded the huge Underworld Ship, letting it land slowly. Standing on the bow, Schiller, wearing a black suit and holding an umbrella, opened his umbrella over his head, and then said to Morpheus: "The situation is like this..."

"There is one... or maybe more than one... person who is not professionally high-level but not low in courage, who came to the place where I work and killed several people."

"His audacity is not the reason I'm looking for trouble with him. The only problem is that his professional level is really poor. I have to go and explain this to him, and let him get out of my professional field. Don't even think about using his meager knowledge level to pollute the academic world."

"Of course, if I go to find him in the real world, it would seem a bit barbaric. I don't really like making enemies everywhere, so I plan to talk to him in his dreams."

"If he is willing not to involve himself in my professional field, then perhaps we can still be friends. I like making friends very much. Just like now, more friends mean more paths, isn't that right?"

Morpheus opened his mouth. Schiller had already said it to this point. He felt that if he didn't agree, Schiller might use practical actions to incorporate the Dream Realm into his professional field and then let himself get out.

Actually, for Morpheus, finding someone wasn't a big deal at all. He didn't even need to do it himself; he only needed to move his thought, and he would know where the entrance to the consciousness space of the opposite side connecting to the Dream Realm was.

The only thing that made him feel dissatisfied was that Schiller actually drove a huge ship and crashed into the Dream Realm. This was really not the attitude of asking for help.

He just wanted to speak, but heard Schiller say again: "Of course, his actions made me very angry, to the point of driving a ship into here and disturbing your sleep."

"As compensation, I can leave behind a portion of manpower here to help you rebuild the Dream Realm, ensuring that the flowers and plants here are restored to their original state, absolutely not..." ===== CHAPTER 583 =====