Chapter 587: Schiller Trips Again (Part 1)

Constantine no longer had the decadent attitude of being playful and unserious. Smoke lingered between his eyebrows. When his brow peaks pressed down, he appeared somewhat cold, revealing the kind of British distance in the bones of the British, making him look like he had a kind of British elegant sexiness.

Constantine squatted down and tilted his head to look at Morpheus. No one knew how beautiful the Dream God was in his eyes.

But there was no doubt that when he looked at Morpheus's face, that intoxicated look wouldn't lie. Perhaps what he saw wasn't a certain person, but a beautiful dream he had longed for for a long time but had never obtained.

"Morpheus, when I came to find you last time, I didn't get the answer I wanted, and you no longer allowed me to enter the Dream Realm. So, I could only use this method to personally say goodnight to you."

Constantine looked into Morpheus's eyes and said: "From a very young age, I knew who I should go to when I wanted to get an answer. At the same time, I also knew that if he wasn't willing to tell me, I could change a way to ask him..."

After shedding that kind of decadent playfulness, the sharpness, paranoia, and coldness in Constantine's eyes were no different from that bunch of lunatics in Gotham.

Schiller, wearing a suit, stood beside Morpheus. He straightened his body and put his hands into his trouser pockets, looking at the skyline of the Dream Realm in the distance emitting rainbow light. At this moment, his shadow overlapped with Constantine's, and the two people's temperaments were inexplicably similar.

On this matter, their attitudes were similar. No god, because of his divine status, had the right to refuse to answer their questions.

If inviting them to be guests in a civilized way couldn't get an answer, then pointing a gun at a person, a demon, or a god was the same to them.

Morpheus lay on the ground, his eyes looking at the sky. He actually wasn't injured. The mental damage was much greater than the physical damage. Seeing the empty, desolate Dream Realm around him, and then thinking about the subsequent repairs, Morpheus knew that his long career had come to an end.

"You won't have beautiful dreams." Morpheus's eyes looked somewhat dazed at the sky of the Dream Realm, where there were colorful clouds and misty fog. He said: "You... and you, and the person standing on the bow, none of you will have beautiful dreams."

He was referring to Constantine squatting in front of him, Schiller standing beside him, and Batman looking into the distance on the ship.

"This is not a curse, it's just a fact I'm telling you. Only people who don't know the existence of the Dream Realm can obtain true beautiful dreams."

"When you know that your dream was created by me, and there is a special place to store all the dreams you have had, you will never have beautiful dreams again."

"This is the rule of the Dream Realm. Only people who are willing to give up the truth, don't think about the source and destination of dreams, and have expectations and fall asleep peacefully can possess true beautiful dreams."

"And you, this bunch of damn truth-supremacists, you broke in here and learned the truth of dreams, so dreams won't go to you anymore."

Morpheus turned his eyeballs and looked at Constantine, saying: "When you came here to find me seeking a beautiful dream, instead of lying on the bed, relaxing your body, and closing your eyes full of hope, you had already lost the qualification to dream. Everyone in this world who knows of the existence of the Dream God will never dream again."

Morpheus looked at Constantine and said: "You are completely asking for it. You have made deals with too many demons. They will go to your dreams to harass you because you owe them debts. They appear in your dreams, not because of nightmares, but purely because they are harassing your soul. This is not my business."

"And the reason I am willing to agree to your other request is because there will always be a kind of person in this world who is born with power different from others, or rather, a curse. They are plagued by disasters, full of blood, but have no other choice."

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Constantine asked him.

Morpheus took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying: "You and this person rushed into the Dream Realm, threw a big bomb here, and turned my home into a mess. You actually ask me if I am sympathizing with you?!"

Constantine stood up and looked toward the sky of the Dream Realm. From this angle, no one saw whether he felt sad because of this truth.

Perhaps, chasing a beautiful dream looks very childish, not like something an adult should do, nor like something Hellblazer Constantine should do, but he still stubbornly wanted to get an answer.

Constantine was silent for a while, then turned to look at Batman, and said in a voice that Batman could just hear: "... This is magic. When you are working hard on the road to seeking the truth, you have already lost everything."

《The First Cause of All Worlds》

He smoked several cigarettes in a row and exhaled smoke. That kind of dissolute smile climbed onto his face again. He said to Schiller in a light tone: "Fine, it seems this matter ends here. The favor I helped you deal with those green-glowing guys is also paid off."

He threw the cigarette butt that was about to go out onto the ground, stepped on it with his foot, then bent down, stretched out his hand, pulled Morpheus up, and said to him: "Sorry, I just wanted an answer."

"Don't be in a hurry." Schiller took out a cigarette from his suit pocket and lit it. He took out another one and handed it to Morpheus. Morpheus had a dark face and didn't take it, but Schiller didn't care.

"His purpose in coming to you was just to seek an answer, but I am not. I don't need beautiful dreams." Schiller looked at Morpheus, and his eyes made Morpheus feel a chill on his back. Soon, Morpheus discovered that this wasn't his illusion.

"It's like this. I heard Constantine talk about the story of him meeting you before. I heard that you have believers, right?"

Morpheus snorted unhappily, but didn't refute. Seeing Schiller staring at him all the time, he could only say: "Managing the Dream Realm is also very troublesome. Everyone's share of beautiful dreams and nightmares is different, and the combination of elements in dreams is also different. I need someone to help me manage these."

"Although humans are not the most diligent workers, your understanding of the dream world is the deepest, and your brains are quite flexible. So I do have a few human believers. Why do you ask this?"

"It's like this, Your Majesty Morpheus. I know deeply the strength of your divine power and the vastness of your divine authority, but a mere few human believers are really hard to match your noble status."

"As far as I know, the believers possessed by your brothers and sisters should all be much more than yours. I heard Constantine say that human souls and faith have special significance for all gods..."

"I have studied the consciousness space and dream world of people for many years, and I know deeply the vastness of the dream world. This is an unknown place that has aroused the curiosity of humans throughout the ages. I think your great achievements should be better spread..."

Morpheus felt more and more wrong as he listened. He stepped back two steps vigilantly, looked at Schiller and asked: "... What do you want to do???"

"As the saying goes, there is specialization in the art industry. If you want to develop faith, you must have enough believers. And if you want to increase believers, you must have people to preach. If you want to preach with the highest efficiency, there must be people to organize them. Perhaps... do you need a professional Pope?"

"I don't need..."

"Listen to me first. I know you are probably thinking now that after this group of us leaves, you will immediately find a unlucky guy, throw this mess to him, and then you will be free."

"But, last time, I asked about Fate, and didn't get an answer. So, after leaving here, I have to find a way to find a doorbell and see if I can knock open the door of Fate."

"Oh, by the way, some things happened before that made me think deeply about death. I am very looking forward to having a conversation with Death..."

Morpheus's face became uglier and uglier. He looked at Schiller and asked: "Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not. I am just narrating a possible fact."

"Then do you know what you are doing? In our view, you and all humans are as small as dust. Your life and death are only between a thought for the Endless family."

"Oh, is that so? Then why don't you persuade Fate to write my name in his book?"

Morpheus was choked. Schiller restrained the smile on his face. He looked at Morpheus and said seriously: "I remember when we met last time, you told me that all members of the Endless family must pay a price for their great divine power."

"The price Death pays is to witness every death, and you, perhaps the price you have to pay is that you never know whether you really exist, or if it's just a dream."

"You want to give up the divine power of the Dream God and hand over the Dream Realm to others. If one day, you find that you don't really exist, or don't have to exist, then just like a dream will eventually wake up, you will also disappear completely."

Schiller's words were not alarmist, because in the comics, Morpheus did die. He committed suicide.

In the comic "The Sandman," when Morpheus decided not to serve as the master of the Dream Realm, he allowed the three witches to kill him. Another member of the Endless family, Death, took him away. And when the Dream God, who represented the dream, chose death, it meant that this dream woke up.

Just like all dreams, when the dream breaks and people wake up from the dream and return to reality, that dream disappears forever. There will never be a second identical dream in this world.

Perhaps, this is the price Morpheus has to pay for his great power. As long as it is a dream, there will eventually be a day when it wakes up.

However, Schiller has a way to make a dream never wake up, because in his consciousness space, the one who dreams and the one who controls the real world are not the same personality, which means he has many endless dreams.

"I remember when we met for the first time, you said you had never seen that high tower in anyone's dream world."

"Since you have already planned to give up your current job, why not book a guest room with beautiful scenery and comfortable conditions for your retirement trip in advance?"

Morpheus opened his mouth. He didn't expect Schiller to come here to talk about this, but he wasn't stupid. He said: "... Then who caused me to give up my current job?"

Constantine lowered his head to study the flowers and plants under his feet, and Schiller looked up at the clouds in the sky.

Morpheus sighed. He also had to admit that he wanted to put down the Dream Realm and find a new owner for it, which wasn't entirely because Schiller came here to make trouble.

He was a god with relatively strong humanity among the Endless family. Because he wasn't entirely a concept of rules, he would also be infected by various things. Because the dreams he managed were all kinds of human dreams, Morpheus would also be affected more or less.

"Perhaps, I should tell you a fact, which will make you feel more balanced in your heart." Morpheus said a bit helplessly: "It's not just you who don't have beautiful dreams; I don't either."

"From the day I was born, I have been facing endless work. Such a long, endless life can't be called a beautiful dream. If this continues, I won't be able to bring beautiful dreams to others."

As the master of the dream world, Morpheus possessed near-infinite authority. He was the dream, and the dream was him. And if he himself had a problem, the dreams of all creatures in the universe would be affected.

After he himself started to feel bored with endless work, the source of beautiful dreams became exhausted. If this continued, all that would be left for all creatures would be nightmares.

So, when he realized that he was no longer full of enthusiasm for this job, he knew it was time for him to retire.

Schiller's behavior of ringing the doorbell and crashing in with a ship could only be said to have accelerated the speed of Morpheus's retirement, but without him, Morpheus would eventually give up the Dream Realm like in the comics and return to the embrace of Death.

When Morpheus's attitude started to waver, Schiller keenly sensed this, so he said:

"In fact, it wasn't on a whim that I came here to apply for a job."

"I am a quite experienced Pope. If you don't believe me, I invite you to enter my dream. The gods I once believed in will verify what I said..." ===== CHAPTER 588 =====