Chapter 468 The Dream of Thousand Cats, Clark's Shock!

"Actually, Clark, I'm not worried."

Peter put his hand on Clark's shoulder to comfort him.

"For what? Godfather."

"Because I am now considered another form of Dream God."

Peter said to him: "After possessing the three magic weapons of the Dream God, I also have the power to control dreams. Although I am not the God of Infinity, I now have more control over dreams than anyone else."

"Really? I never heard you talk about it, Godfather."

Clark said a little confused.

He had rarely heard Peter talk about the dream world before, and he had no idea what kind of power the godfather had in dreams.

"It's not something that needs to be preached about."

Peter didn't lie. After possessing Sandman's magic weapon, he did become the dream god in a certain way.

"All matters related to artistic creation, including novels, poems, myths, etc., belong to the domain of dreams. I can clearly see and inspire the artistic cells of the sleeping person, and if I release all my power, I can even maximize Change the real world to the maximum extent and make the real world look completely different.”

Peter tells Clark about the authority he now has.

“The reality that has changed the most?”

Clark asked him doubtfully: "How to change the real world, Godfather?"

"Do you know A Thousand Cats Dream? Clark."

Peter asked, looking up at Clark.

"No, Godfather."

Clark became increasingly confused.

Peter thought for a moment and looked at a kitten raised by the Kent family in the yard.

Looking at the British shorthair cat resting with its eyes closed, Peter slowly said: "A purebred Siamese cat. One day on the window sill, she saw a wild male cat. The Siamese cat fell in love with him at first sight, so she gave birth to him. A litter of kittens was born, but the owner was very angry because she had a litter of kittens that were not purebred.”

"So on this night, the night sky was bright, and the kitten was put into a sack by a man. The sack was stuffed with bricks. The man threw it hard, and the bag was thrown into the lake. It slowly sank to the bottom. The kitten struggled in the cold and dark water. Then, Siam felt that fear, that darkness, and from then on, she resented and cursed humans."

Clark also noticed Peter looking at his British shorthair.

Peter's mood sank when he told how the kitten was drowned by its owner.

"What happened next? Godfather."

Clark asked him about what happened to the Siamese cat after that.

"One night, she prayed in front of the stove, praying to the god of darkness, the god of night, and the god of cats. Finally, Siam entered a dream. This dream was extraordinary. The dream was full of bones."

"And the bones can talk. The other party told her that as long as she walked up the mountain, she could reach the cave of the Dream God, but the journey was difficult and she might die if she was not careful. However, the Siamese cat had a determined look in its eyes without any fear. She walked through the ghost Lin, there were dead ghosts floating here, she even heard the voices of dead children, she didn’t stop.”

Clark heard this and was deeply attracted by the story.

"Finally, she met me. She said she was confused and scared, so I told her that the world was originally ruled by huge cats. Humans would serve the cats, and many cats also hunted humans for food."

Peter slowly said to the stunned Clark: "As a result, one day, the lower humans betrayed the cats. They knew that all people dreaming the same dream can change reality, so humans all dreamed the same dream, that is The reality is that humans are dominant, so the world becomes humans are dominant, and cats become humans’ pets.”

"If she wants revenge on humans, she only needs to summon 1,000 cats to have the same dream together."

After listening to Peter's story, Clark was completely shocked.

He looked towards the kitten basking in the sun in the courtyard.

The dreaming cat unconsciously stretches out its paws, as if it is grabbing the prey and teasing it.

After swallowing, Clark looked at Peter.

"Godfather, did you really meet a Siamese cat who asked you for help in the dream world? Moreover, in ancient times, were cats really ruling humans in this world?"

He didn't expect that the godfather would actually meet the Siamese cat who asked him for help in his dream.

Are you sure this isn't a fairy tale?

How many secrets does the godfather hide? !

Clark looked at Peter with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Although it sounds like a fairy tale, once that person is the godfather, he really believes it.

Seeing Clark's convinced expression, Peter casually picked up the cup of coffee that Martha handed him.

Next to them, Martha and Jonathan also listened with interest.

Both of them knew that Peter was not an ordinary person, and they also knew that what he said was true and false, and they did not take it seriously.

Peter coughed. He had actually made up the story.

Although he owns the sleeping magic weapon, he is not the Dream God after all, so it is naturally impossible to talk to a cat.

However, he did not deny it when asked by Clark.

After organizing his words, he said to Peter, as well as Jonathan and Martha, who were quietly acting as listeners next to him:

"Whether it's true or not doesn't matter."

After a pause, he continued:

"Humans have changed the world with dreams. From the beginning of all things to the end of time, the world has always been like this. This means that even if there has been a world dominated by cats, as long as humans believe that the world is dominated by humans, then the world dominated by cats has never existed. Even the world is constructed by the collective imagination of life, so consciousness determines existence."

"I understand, Godfather."

Clark immediately understood what Peter meant by having the ability to "change the real world to the greatest extent."

"Godfather, you can make a thousand cats dream at the same time, and you can really transform the real world into a cat world, right? Dreams are actually the power of faith and consciousness, and consciousness can sometimes really affect the real world."

Peter listened to Clark's words and nodded with satisfaction.

This kid is quite smart.

The power of the sleep demon is the faith and consciousness of dreams, which is more like a concept.

The power of concepts is the most powerful.

And the sleep demon itself is a conceptual consciousness body, and even if he wants to kill him, he can't do it.

As for what he said about consciousness determining existence, it is a philosophical thought.

However, during the time when he used the Dream God's magic weapon, he felt that he seemed to have touched a trace of the origin of the DC universe.

The existence of this universe does have some feeling of "existence is consciousness".

Sometimes he even doubted whether the universe he was in was made up of the consciousness of some life.

In addition.

Even if he inherited the Dream God's magic weapon, he could not completely inherit his power.

So Peter was more inclined to negotiate with him about the handling of the Sandman.

It was not impossible to hand over the three magic weapons to him.

It's just that the Sandman must pay some corresponding price, otherwise he would lose a lot?

He has never made a deal that he lost money.

Clark listened to Peter's words and wanted to say something else, but suddenly felt a slight vibration of the ground.

He looked in the direction of Padrick's farm and saw an incredible scene.

Raven seemed to have imprisoned a pale-skinned guy with magic.

"Godfather?!"

He looked at Peter in surprise.

Peter himself also saw the Sandman controlled by Raven.

The Sandman was imprisoned again? !

"Well, I saw it. Come back to the farm with me first."

Peter asked Clark to go back to the farm with him first.

At Padrick's farm, Raven controlled the Sandman and asked him with a serious expression: "Are you willing to give up your duties and hand them over to my father? As long as you let my father become the god of dreams, I will release you."

"Your father?"

The Sandman, kneeling on the ground, raised his head and stared at Raven with burning eyes, "Do you love him very much?"

"What?"

"Do you love your father very much?"

"Of course, my father is everything to me, and I will not allow you to hurt him in the slightest."

Raven thought of the scenes of getting along with her father in her mind.

She cast a sharp gaze at the Sandman, "You want to take back the artifact, so how can you ensure that you won't hurt your father after you take it back? I won't let this happen."

The Sandman endured the discomfort of his body and stared at Raven in front of him, "You got one thing wrong, Raven, my existence is that humans can dream, not the other way around, I can't give my authority to anyone."

"I can feel your feelings, humans are more wonderful than magic, humans themselves are miracles, but love should not be a shield for imprisonment and blind obedience, and you shouldn't lose yourself under the cover of love."

The Sandman continued to say to the stunned Raven: "I can feel that you don't want to hurt me, you know I'm not a villain, and you also know that you are doing the wrong thing."

"Shut up!"

Seeing that the Sandman hit the nail on the head, Raven shouted at him in anger.

"I'm doing the right thing!"

Seeing that the Sandman was still "stubborn", Raven wanted to continue to increase her magic to deal with him.

"Okay, Raven."

Suddenly, a familiar voice appeared.

Raven looked back and saw Peter appear, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad."

"You did a good job, Raven, and Zu."

Peter came over and gently stroked Raven's hair, looking at Zu, "Leave it to Dad next."

Raven nodded and released the magic restraint that controlled the Sandman.

"Are you Peter Padrick?"

After the Sandman was freed from the restraint, he stood up and looked at Peter.

"Yes, it's me."

Peter looked at the pale-skinned Sandman in front of him.

This guy was unlucky enough. He was beaten up by Zu and Raven before he even saw him.

"Sorry, my son and daughter may be a little rude."

Peter apologized to the other party.

Although he apologized, there was no guilt on his face.

"I can return your mask to you, Morpheus."

Peter said something that stunned the Sandman.