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 everything with your ridiculous methods?"

The dream changed again, and endless pictures continued to appear in Hephaestus' eyes.

Some of those scenes were filled with raging wars, while others were filled with countless eliminated failed creations wailing in despair.

"Revenge...reign."

"A man who can't even conquer his own inner fears, is looking forward to making a comeback and showing his majesty to the universe? How ridiculous."

Oniliyi's mocking voice echoed in the dream.

Hephaestus gritted his teeth hard, knowing clearly that these were scenes and words constructed by Onilii based on his own memories, but he was still oppressed and couldn't breathe.

It felt like no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't escape this nightmare-like torture.

"Dear, great, worthy of death, and hopeful God of Craftsmen..."

"What do you want? Boundless power? Overcoming the fears of the past? Or just a desire for destruction?"

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

"Stop fooling yourself, I see it clearly."

"You are not an angry avenger at all, you are just a weak scum, a down-and-out prisoner...face the most primitive and dirty desires in your heart!"

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

Hephaestus covered his ears tightly, but the voice of the Dream God was pervasive, attacking his heart all the time.

"Does a mere star beast dare to talk about the fear of gods?"

"I'm not afraid of anything! How can you despicable beasts deserve my attention?"

"You are just a guinea pig, a consumable that can be discarded at will in my experiment!"

He yelled, but the dreamland remained motionless.

Faced with this kind of unimaginable mental oppression, even a god would inevitably feel physically and mentally exhausted.

In the depths of the dream, Hephaestus suffered unprecedented mental torture.

This dream god, whom he despised, used his authority to mercilessly tear open the most secret scars in his heart, reminding him of the painful past of being abandoned and expelled by the gods.

"Yes, you had a glorious past. You were once a highly respected god of craftsmen among the gods."

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

The voice of the Dream God echoed in my ears over and over again.

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

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

"An inhumane beast! An extremely dirty monster!"

The voice in the dream was constantly cursing, and Hephaestus's eyes were full of the contempt and contempt the gods once had.

"Look, who is this? Isn't he your most respected disciple?"

The Dream God sneered, and a young god appeared in the divine realm.

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

"Master, you are such a monster... If it weren't for you, how would I have ended up..."

This scene undoubtedly stirred up the most painful scar in Hephaestus's heart.

He once regarded that disciple as if he were his own son, but later he was cast aside as if he had been abandoned in the beginning.

It was the first god to die in his hands, and it was also his most satisfying creation.

The dream was so cruel and ruthless, targeting Hephaestus's weaknesses in every possible way.

It was as if the entire realm of God was laughing at him and spurning him.

"That's enough! That's enough!"

"Don't show it to me! You beast!"

Hephaestus covered his ears and squatted down weakly.

But those mocking voices still came from all directions and lingered for a long time.

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

"I am the original god. I have done nothing wrong! I am just pursuing power! I just want not to be underestimated! This is not my fault!"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The laughter of the Dream God echoed in the dream, deafening:

"It's ridiculous, God of Craftsmen, you have clearly fallen to this, but you still cling to that pathetic face."

"Pursuing power? Stop joking, you are simply escaping from your inner fears!"

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

"You yourself are the most morbid existence..."

The Dream God ruthlessly uncovered the biggest scar in Hephaestus's heart, infinitely magnifying the shadow that he had been exiled and spurned.

Fear, inferiority, hatred, all these negative emotions swept through his soul like a torrential wave.

"Shut up! You beast don't understand me at all!" Hephaestus yelled reluctantly, trying to hide his inner panic.

However, the voice of the dream god whispered slowly like the temptation of a poisonous snake:

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

The dream became more and more distorted, and Hephaestus seemed to be trapped in a never-ending nightmare, forced to constantly look directly at the most unspeakable shadow in his heart.

...

At the same time, in reality, the huge figure of Oniriyi quietly floated above the blue planet, like a bright and gentle moon, covering the entire blue planet.

The dream enveloped the world, and all creatures fell into a peaceful sleep.

Only its consciousness was always watching the operation of the dream, closely watching the every move of the God of Craftsmen, for fear that there would be any loopholes in the control of the dream.

After all, facing such a stubborn and cunning god, a slight negligence would make everything go to waste.

In Tianfu, Li Yang, Luo An and others paid attention to the situation in the dream from time to time through the incarnation sent by Oniriyi.

Every once in a while, Oniriyi would open a corner of the dream to facilitate the two to spy.

Seeing the God of Craftsmen suffering extreme mental torture, Luo An couldn't help but frown:

"What did this guy do before?"

"He transformed his relatives and apprentices, and turned against his own camp... Such a guy actually has a fearful side?"

Li Yang shook his head:

"It's half true and half false. The Dream God has mixed in more than just his memory."

"That guy is very powerful. If you want to really suppress him, you can only keep hitting his heart like this and let him disintegrate from the depths."

Luo An nodded and kept talking.

For now, everything has to continue...The dream is still going on, and the inner demon of the God of Craftsmen is also continuing to invade...