Maze City.

Lost in the center of the great realm.

The entire city is like a giant natural maze. If you step into it rashly without the permission of the lost monarch, you will never be able to get out.

Deep in the maze, on the colorful throne that symbolizes the supreme power, a king whose majesty is immeasurable and whose body is covered with billions of labyrinth patterns is sleeping.

According to legend, the longevity of the lost monarch is immeasurable, and it is older than many gods.

Legend has it that it is the embodiment of the most primitive fear of confusion, loss, and the unknown that millions of living beings have.

In a nightmare world filled with powerful men, its strength ranks among the best among the more active monarchs in this era.

It is too powerful and too boring. So it breeds a maze in its body that is bizarre and beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

They wander in this lost place forever, reincarnate endlessly, die and are reborn endlessly.

From ancient times to the present, no life has been able to get out of the labyrinth inside his body.

They are called: The Lost.

But today, the lost monarch on the throne opened his eyes that had been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and let out a soft sigh.

There may be a "little" problem with its maze.

"interesting."

Since ancient times, the Lost Lord's labyrinth has trapped countless level six and above lost people. There are even 63 level nine lost people.

When it puts lives into the maze, it does not deprive them of their ability to practice.

Instead, it will set up many interesting mini-games in the maze.

If you can complete it, you can also get rewards from the maze.

Watching these lives reincarnate repeatedly between hope and despair is the Lost King's greatest pleasure.

As for those who cause problems in its maze, it cannot remember when it sent them into the maze.

I just vaguely remember that this group of poor people who loved adventure and seeking knowledge but whose life span was short-lived accidentally offended it, captured its descendant "Pan" who had left it in the nightmare world at an unknown time, and used it to enter and exit the nightmare world.

The Lost Lord sent most of them into the maze by the way, and the others basically perished in the nightmare world.

By the way, they seem to call themselves the "Dream School", their organization is called the "Dream Tower", and their leader is some kind of "Daydream Witch".

The Lost Monarch only thinks that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. For him, these short-lived species, which are always life and death, also want to study the most complicated dreams?

…

The sky is like a mirror, reflecting on the mirror-like lake, the white clouds reflect leisurely, and the dappled sunlight shines on the lake, making it warm and comfortable.

There is a small wooden house by the lake.

A middle-aged man with white hair on his temples and a slightly aged expression was writing something on the table. Messy draft papers were scattered on the floor.

What he is writing is a book.

Its title is: "The Interpretation of Dreams 1001th Edition - Froude".

I don't know when, behind him, a terrifying figure that couldn't be looked at suddenly appeared.

"Daydream Witch Froude, is this your name?"

Lost Lord asked.

The middle-aged man raised his head and adjusted his thick glasses.

"Yes, Mr. Rostrevor."

The Lost Lord smiled and said:

"How do you know my real name?"

The middle-aged man said:

"Sir, I have been reincarnated in your body 1001 times. I am a person who is good at discovering and can always get some clues."

The Lost King couldn't help but applaud.

"The vast majority of people will experience emotional breakdown and destruction of their minds after experiencing reincarnation once in my body. Some excellent level six people may experience it more than a dozen times, and a very small number of level nine people may experience it hundreds of times. It turns out that

You have experienced it 1001 times while I was sleeping, I admire you."

It looked at the book.

"May I take a look at it?"

The middle-aged man nodded, handed it to the Lost Lord, and said softly:

"Knowledge is meant to be shared. Mr. Rostrevor, I leave this book to you. Consider it a gift before leaving. I have learned a lot from you."

The Lost Lord laughed.

"Do you so believe that you can escape my control and leave this endless maze? Do you know that there is a level 10 existence sleeping in this [Lake House] maze that claims to be the God of Dreams?"

The middle-aged man said:

"I know, in fact, I have already communicated with it, and I have tried to persuade it to resist, but its mind has been lost and it has become a [Heartless One] with only the power of gods. Sir, the strength is indeed very strong.

I have to admit."

The Lost Lord snapped his fingers.

The blue sky, white clouds, and wilderness of this world began to dissipate, revealing their original appearance.

It was a giant humanoid creature that was so huge that it was impossible to measure.

It sleeps in this world, the breath it exhales turns into white clouds, the saliva flowing around its mouth turns into lakes, the hair on its body becomes mountains, and in its heart, it is empty.

Lost Lord said:

"His name is [Hypnost], and he controls a part of [Dreamland]. He is the God of Dreams among many civilized mortals. Some believers also call him [Sleep God]. He is too ambitious and wants to get involved with me.

His power was sent into the labyrinth by me. Unknowingly, He has been sleeping here for almost two hundred thousand years, and His followers have almost forgotten Him. Do you think you are stronger than Him?"

The middle-aged man said:

"My strength should not be as good as it, but maybe I know what dreams are better than it does? After all, it was sent to the altar by those believers. It may not understand why it can master the power of dreams, so it is ignorant.

Come challenge sir."

The Lost Lord was silent for a moment and then asked:

"Then tell me, what is a dream?"

The middle-aged man said:

"Sir, I think... I am the dream."

The Lost Lord's expression changed slightly, and then he smiled.

"I see, what a daydream witch. I think we will meet again in the future, so let's see you again today."

The middle-aged man in front of him began to disappear, turning into colorful butterflies, floating towards unknown distances.

The Lost Lord stretched out his hand as if to grab it, but finally took it back.

It opened the book given to itself by the middle-aged man. On the title page, there was this sentence.

【Will the butterfly of the heart dream of the dreamer? 】

The lost monarch put his hands behind his back and watched the butterflies disappear in the maze.

"It's time to wake up."

On the throne of the Labyrinth City, the Lost Lord opened his eyes again and looked at the "Interpretation of Dreams 1001st Edition" at his hand.

"I used my dreams to create legendary objects. It's interesting. Even the gods can't escape from the cage, but a butterfly flew out."

…

Nora world.

The former Loess Continent is now located in the western sea of ​​Nora Continent.

Wizards and demons are engaged in a protracted war here, starting over and over again.

In the past, Jinghu Lake was hit by a huge crater because someone fell from the sky.

On top of the ruins of the Dreamland Tower, there is a collapsed wizard tower.

On the wall, there is an oil painting hanging on it, which depicts a colorful butterfly.

The butterfly came to life. It flapped its wings and left rainbows. The rainbows flew out of Jinghu Lake and spread toward the endless sky.

Confused figures began to appear on the Rainbow Bridge. They seemed to be illusory, as if the real world did not exist, just like a bubble in a dream.

At the same time, these figures all looked towards the end of the Rainbow Bridge. The colorful butterflies had turned into a middle-aged wizard wearing a white robe. At his feet, hundreds of millions of butterflies paved a road to an unknown place.

Sauron continent.

City of Black Abyss.

A figure in black robe closed his eyes and meditated, seeming to be contending with some kind of force. In front of him was an illusory blood moon shadow.
To be continued...