I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 542 Dream Cage Memory Loss

Fusion of the multiverse, the sea of ​​origin.

Colorful bubbles float and sink in the sea of ​​​​light, grow and burst, and countless worlds make up the vast multiverse.

The appearance was no different from that of a male human, a naked, majestic man with azure blue skin floating in the light.

Together with a strange creature next to them, who is wearing a bright yellow robe and whose body is wrapped in the yellow robe like mist and has thousands of tentacles wriggling under the yellow robe, they are guarding the creations left behind by the Supremes.

It was a golden crystal ball, covered with intricate patterns. Lights of various colors were wandering among the patterns, making it look extremely mysterious.

Inside the crystal ball, there was a swirling and changing fog. The fog kept twisting and transforming, presenting myriad things in the world in an instant, flickering like a dream bubble.

And inside the crystal ball, deep in the fog, there was sleeping a burly and strong man. He was wearing a blue and black tights, a bright red cape on his shoulders, and a large S-shaped logo printed on his chest. His eyes were closed and his face was peaceful, as if he was sleeping.

The strange grey mist wrapped around the man like living tentacles and penetrated into his orifices as if it had life.

"Lord Yellow, what's the situation?"

the blue-skinned man inquired.

The tentacles squirmed under the yellow robe, supporting the robe into a human shape, and emitted strange and distorted sounds.

"Everything is the same as before, no need to worry."

"That's good. The three supreme beings arranged for you and me to guard the traverser. We must not be careless."

"Doctor, don't worry. This person's power of origin was taken away by the Supreme, and his soul was sealed in the dreamland by me. There is no way a mere mortal soul can escape."

Dr. Manhattan sensed the state of the seal in the crystal ball and nodded.

He praised: "As expected of you, the ruler of dreams, the Lord in Yellow. I wonder what mysteries this dreamland has? I also want to learn a thing or two."

"Haha, it's okay to tell the doctor... This dreamland is caused by the difference in people's minds. It is both real and illusory, a dream and a nightmare. No matter how determined or smart the traveler is, he cannot escape."

"look……"

The Lord in Yellow waved his yellow robe, and a light curtain appeared in front of him, showing Zhang Hong's experiences in the Dark Soul World.

It turns out that the traveler sealed in the crystal ball is Zhang Hong.

But he himself knew nothing about this and had fallen into a deep sleep trapped in layers of seals.

Dr. Manhattan looked at Zhang Hong's performance in the dream.

He sighed, "As expected of a time traveler, he still has such abilities even after losing all his powers."

"Haha... it's just a futile struggle... this dream will develop according to the subconscious of the person, and it will be difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. He will soon get lost in the dream... fall into madness or lose himself..."

"Oh. In that case, we'll wait and see."

……

"Master Commander, Master Commander..."

"Zhang Hong, save me! Save me!"

Fire burned on the blue planet, ruthlessly devouring lives, until buildings collapsed and explosions tore apart man-made objects.

Countless people were crawling, struggling and wailing in a pool of blood.

Being swarmed by unspeakable monsters, they were killed, torn apart, and devoured. The aftermath was like hell.

The blonde girl called out Zhang Hong's name as she was torn into pieces. Her body was a mechanical one beneath her human appearance. Her shattered body was flashing with sparks, and her broken head was crushed by the monster's big feet.

"No! Ellie—"

Zhang Hong screamed, sweating all over, and woke up from his dream.

"What's wrong, my king? Are you having a nightmare again?"

In the dim light, a soft body wrapped around Zhang Hong and hugged him tenderly. A warm current penetrated into Zhang Hong's body along the touch of her hands, gradually calming his panicked mood.

Recalling the scenes in the nightmare, Zhang Hong's face was gloomy.

"Earth……"

He whispered the name.

"what?"

"nothing."

Zhang Hong pushed the fire keeper away, got off the bed, put on his clothes, walked out of the bedroom, stood on the balcony and looked into the distance.

In the distance, the earth was covered with snow. The castle of the Lord of Light was shrouded in a layer of snow and sat on top of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain is a quiet village with curling smoke. Most of the survivors from the Dark Souls world live in the village.

The castle on the top of the mountain is the residence of the noble King of Light, his queen, and the guardian knights.

This is the painting world of Erekalia, the Utopia, the last refuge for humans in the Dark Souls world after the First Flame was extinguished.

Zhang Hong, who saved the world, was naturally elected as the king of the world by everyone and led the remaining human beings to live here.

Hundreds of years have passed without us noticing.

Originally, Zhang Hong wanted to hide in the painting world, wait for the dark age to pass, the outside world to reincarnate, and the new first fire to appear, and then lead everyone back.

But after waiting for hundreds of years, the darkness still did not end.

Zhang Hong couldn't help but become anxious.

As time passed, he found that his previous memories were gradually fading and becoming blurred.

Sometimes he would even subconsciously ignore his identity as a time traveler, and become more and more immersed in the role of the savior of the Dark Souls world.

As he became more lonely and hard-working, he married the Fire Keeper, Yulsika, Felianol and several other women, and with their support, he reluctantly became the King of Light in the painting world.

Zhang Hong became even more confused.

Sometimes he couldn't remember who he was, whether he was a fireless ash or a traveler from Earth.

Sometimes when I am sober, I feel very guilty and hate myself for indulging in this false glory and happiness.

But then, because he couldn't find a way to escape this "beautiful dream", he felt desperate and gave up struggling.

But time and again at night, the remaining memories turned into nightmares that chased him.

Waking up again and again, in fear.

what should I do?

what can I do?

Zhang Hong thought about suicide more than once.

Maybe if he died, it would all end.

But he didn't dare.

He was also worried that this was all a trap.

Suicide is a more desperate escape, and perhaps this is what the enemy expects.

Perhaps not only will it not bring relief, but it may also bring even more terrible consequences.

Zhang Hong couldn't imagine such an ending...

He had no choice but to stick to the current situation, which was neither good nor bad, and fight against it like a slow death.

Remind yourself every day, consolidate your memories of the past, and don't forget your true purpose - to return to Earth.

At the same time, make good use of the only strength you have and look for a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

"Your Majesty, after a detailed investigation, we found that Elekalia has shown signs of abyssal erosion to varying degrees, and it is impossible to completely eliminate it..."

In the throne hall, Knight Commander Shira half-knelt in front of the throne to report.

Zhang Hong, who was sitting on the throne, sighed: "Is it still unavoidable... I understand, you can step down."

Zhang Hong had long anticipated that the world of painting could not be isolated from the erosion of the abyss.

The experience of the previous painting world, Eleidel, and the Ringed City, where the gods were sealed, have confirmed the inevitability of the abyss.

But Zhang Hong didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

After just a few hundred years, the painting world could no longer hold up.

Over the past few hundred years, the population of the painting world has increased a lot, from less than a hundred people at the beginning to tens of thousands, a growth of hundreds of times.

Humans in the Dark Souls world are different from ordinary people. They can conceive offspring through the power of their souls. Their reproduction cycle is very short. A family can produce dozens or even hundreds of children in one generation, which is very exaggerated.

Zhang Hong generously took out the soul power he recovered from the old world and gave it to everyone for use in reproduction. This made the painting world gradually prosper and become full of vitality.

He also lived a peaceful, beautiful and happy time here with everyone else.

But in the end, before the new era arrived, all this was threatened by the abyss...