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Chapter 378: Nightmare

"Look at this, God of Craftsmen, this is the result of your continued pursuit of power."

"Do you really think you can rule the world with your laughing face?"

The dream changed again, and endless pictures appeared in Hephaestus' eyes.

Some of those scenes were about wars, and some were about the desperate wailing of countless eliminated failed creations.

"Revenge... rule."

"A person who can't even overcome his own inner fears also hopes to make a comeback and show his majesty to the universe? Too funny."

Onerii's mocking voice echoed in the dream.

Hephaestus gritted his teeth fiercely. He knew that these were all scenes and words constructed by Onerii based on his memories, but he was still oppressed and gasped.

It felt that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of this nightmare-like torture.

"Respected, great, damnable, and hopeful God of Craftsmen..."

"What do you want? Infinite power? Overcoming past fears? Or, just the desire to destroy?"

The voice of the dream god was deep and powerful, as if pointing directly to the deepest desire in Hephaestus' heart.

"Stop deceiving yourself, I can see it clearly."

"You are not an angry avenger at all, but a weak scum, a destitute prisoner... Face the most primitive and dirty desire in your heart!"

"What are you running away from? What are you afraid of?"

Hephaestus covered his ears tightly, but the voice of the dream god was indiscriminate, attacking his heart all the time.

"A mere star beast, dare you talk about the fear of the gods?"

"You are afraid of everything! How can you, such despicable beasts, deserve your attention?"

"You are just a little white mouse, a consumable material that can be discarded at will in your experiment!"

You roared, and your dream was still moving.

Faced with such unimaginable mental oppression, even gods would inevitably feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Deep in the dream, Hephaestus suffered unprecedented mental torture.

This dream god despised by you used his authority to ruthlessly tear open the most secret scars in your heart, making you recall the painful past when you were abandoned and expelled by the gods.

"Yes, you have a glorious past, and you were once the god of craftsmen who was highly respected by the gods."

"But when you tried to pursue power and gradually went astray, how did they treat you?"

The voice of the god of dreams echoed in his ears again and again.

The dream changed with it, showing scenes of Hephaestus being spurned by the gods.

The warm and harmonious world of the gods never appeared in the dream, but was replaced by blazing flames and deafening curses.

"Inhuman beast! Extremely filthy monster!"

The voice in the dream cursed, and Hephaestus' eyes were full of the contempt and scorn of the gods.

"Look, who is this? Is it your most respected disciple?"

The dream god sneered, and a young god appeared in the realm of the gods.

The flames danced wildly around him, his eyes were full of hatred and disgust, and he spit out a few words towards Hephaestus:

"Master, you are such a monster... If it was because of you, how could his ending be..."

This scene undoubtedly touched the most painful scar in Hephaestus' heart.

He had once treated that disciple as his own, but was later spurned by him.

That was the first god to die, and also the creation he was most satisfied with.

The dream was so cruel and ruthless, targeting Hephaestus's weaknesses without any holes.

It seemed that the entire realm of Gods was mocking and spitting on him.

"Enough! Enough!"

"I'm going to show you! Beast!"

Hephaestus covered his ears and squatted down weakly.

Those mocking voices still came from all directions, lingering for a long time.

Finally, he put down all his disguises and self-esteem, and shouted hoarsely:

"You are the original god, you did nothing wrong! You are just pursuing power! You just want to be underestimated! This is your fault!"

"Hahaha..."

The laughter of the dream god echoed in the dream, deafening:

"Laugh, God of Craftsmen, you have fallen to this point, but you still hold on to that sad face."

"Pursue power? Don't Are you kidding? You are simply trying to escape from your inner fear!"

"You are afraid of yourself who was once underestimated and despised by everyone, and you are afraid of being belittled and spurned again! That's why you deliberately pursue power and pretend to be a strong person!"

"You are the most sick existence..."

The dream god ruthlessly revealed the biggest scar in Hephaestus' heart, infinitely magnifying the shadow of being exiled and spurned.

Fear, inferiority, hatred, these negative emotions swept through his soul like a torrent.

"Stop! You beast don't understand at all!" Hephaestus barely roared, trying to hide his inner panic.

However, the voice of the god of dreams whispered slowly like the seduction of a poisonous snake:

"Stop deceiving yourself, God of Craftsmen... Admit your inner fear, admit that you are just a coward with low self-esteem and fear of failure..."

The dream became more and more distorted, and Hephaestus seemed to be locked in an endless nightmare, forced to constantly look directly at the most unspeakable shadow in his heart.

...

At this time, in reality, Onili's huge figure was quietly suspended above the blue star, like a bright and gentle moon, covering the entire blue star.

Dreams enveloped the world, and all living things fell into a peaceful sleep.

Only its consciousness is always watching the operation of the dream, closely watching every move of the God of Craftsman, for fear of any loopholes in the control of the dream.

After all, facing such a stubborn and cunning god, a little negligence will make everything in vain.

In Tianfu, Li Yang, Luo An and others used the body sent by Oniliyi to pay attention to the situation in the dreamland from time to time.

Every once in a while, Oniliyi would open a corner of the dream for the two of them to spy on.

Seeing the God of Craftsman 놇 and his 꿗 suffering extreme mental torture, Luo An 놊jin frowned:

"What has this guy done before?"

"Reforming one's own disciple, turning against one's own camp... Such a guy actually has a fearful side?"

Li Yang shook his head:

"It's a mixture of truth and falsehood. The dream god sneaked in and it's just his memory."

"That guy is very powerful. If you want to really suppress him, you just have to strike at his heart like this and let him collapse from the depths."

Luo An nodded and silenced.

Now, everything has to go on...the dream continues, and the inner demon of the God of Craftsmen also continues to invade...

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