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Hensel was still awe-inspiring, but when Blood Pupil's fist plunged into his chest, he was so fragile. He looked at Blood Pupil with a strange gaze for a moment before collapsing softly at Blood Pupil's feet.

Blood Pupil retracted his right hand, his palm revealing a beating heart.

"See? It's different," Blood Pupil said, examining the heart closely before his eyes, then suddenly chuckled. "It's just like the real thing."

This time, the voice didn't speak, but after a long while, it asked softly, "How did you discover it? Is all of this not real enough?"

"No," Blood Pupil replied, as if speaking to the air. "It's very real. So real, it's like a dream. I remember an ancient civilization had a story about a person who dreamed he was a butterfly, and when he woke up, he didn't know if he had dreamed of being a butterfly, or if the butterfly had dreamed of him. Your illusion is similar to that."

"This isn't an illusion."

"I know," Blood Pupil smiled slightly, sitting down on a nearby stone. He casually tossed the heart aside. "If it were an illusion, I would have discovered it long ago. I once met a guy whose illusion was so real, it could almost construct a virtual world. But illusions always have weaknesses. Yours doesn't."

Saying that, he raised his head to look at the sky. "Because illusions use external forces to influence the main body, it's objective reality. But a dream is the main body influencing the external, belonging to subjective reality. So no matter how absurd things are, a dream will make people feel it's natural." (Note: A person who is dreaming doesn't think they are dreaming. That is subjective reality.)

"This is a dream, right? You're inside my brain right now."

"............" The mysterious voice didn't answer.

Blood Pupil didn't need him to answer either. He continued to speak to himself. "Since it's a dream, then I should be the master here. Look, I think the sky is a bit gloomy, I want to make it brighter."

As soon as he spoke, the sky really began to brighten, and a sun appeared on the distant horizon, reflecting the original sun.

"I think this land is a bit barren, it should have more color."

The ground around Blood Pupil began to soften. Countless plants sprouted from the ground, growing rapidly. The air began to be filled with the fragrance of plants.

"I think..."

"Enough!"

The mysterious voice suddenly spoke, stopping Blood Pupil. Then, it said with some depth, "I didn't expect you to discover it so early. But since you believe that dreams are subjective reality and have no weaknesses, then how did you discover it?"

"Because you were too careful..." Blood Pupil replied. "To prevent me from noticing, you reduced the number of people or things that might influence me in my dream. This would certainly make it easier for me to be controlled, but it changed the trajectory of my real destiny. So in order to reverse all this, you had to arrange for the most critical node in my destiny to appear, and he became your weakness."

"Dreams inherently have no weaknesses, but the more times they are interfered with, the weaker they become. It's like a lie. You have to use a thousand, or even ten thousand lies to cover it up. And so on and so forth..." Saying that, Blood Pupil pointed to his head. "Thus, the dream gradually deviates from the attributes of subjective reality in your modifications, thus becoming full of loopholes."

"So that's how it is," the mysterious voice sighed. It seemed somewhat dejected. "So you discovered that the weakness was actually created by myself. But if I didn't modify it, you would be influenced by more factors, and you would still escape my control. This is simply an unsolvable dead end."

"Yes," Blood Pupil nodded. A lazy expression also appeared on his face. "It's just like fate."

"Interesting, really interesting. It's been a long time since anyone has discussed these things with me," the mysterious voice suddenly said happily to Blood Pupil. "Then is there a possibility of creating a perfect, unbreakable dream?"

"Theoretically, there should be," Blood Pupil shrugged his shoulders. "But if that were the case, then the dream would really become reality. Why would we need to wake up?"

"............" The mysterious voice fell silent. It seemed to be reminded by Blood Pupil's words.

Yes. If the dream is perfect, then what's the difference between it and reality? Whether in the dream world or the real world, life continues. Rules will be generated, and logic will be self-perfected. Then whether you are awake or not is not important. Living in a dream or living in reality makes no difference to the main body. Because this is the essence of subjective reality.

What I believe is real, is real.

"It's still very difficult, my perfect world," the mysterious voice sighed, seeming to yearn for something.

But at this time, Blood Pupil was unwilling to dwell on this issue any longer. He stood up and stretched out his right hand, grabbing towards the void bit by bit.

"What are you going to do?" The mysterious voice suddenly became nervous. "Are you going to tear apart your own dream? I advise you not to do this. Although I don't know how to explain it to you... but if you do all this, you will regret it."

"The word 'regret' has never existed in my dictionary," Blood Pupil replied, a hint of a smile finally appearing on his indifferent face. It seemed to be mocking the mysterious voice, and it also seemed to be mocking himself. "I've already wasted too much time. Continuing to stay here will not help me at all."

"No, it will help you! You must stay here! Don't go back to reality!" The mysterious voice suddenly said. "At least, don't go back immediately. Because that will make you..."

His voice stopped abruptly. Because Blood Pupil's right hand had already tightened, and he suddenly grabbed backwards, lifting upwards.

A miracle happened. Blood Pupil's fingers seemed to have magic, and they actually lifted the entire world. The colorful scene was torn apart by him bit by bit, like a canvas. Then, it shattered between Blood Pupil's fingers.

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An unimaginable pain suddenly flooded Blood Pupil's brain, causing him to faint instantly.

The dream world collapsed. Blood Pupil's figure also disappeared in the collapsing world.

Darkness, endless darkness.

Blood Pupil woke up in a burst of severe pain. He felt like his brain was about to split. The remnants of the dream were still working in his brain, making him somewhat confused, unable to distinguish where the dream ended and reality began.

But his will was so firm. He reacted almost instantly. Looking around...

He was stunned.

Because in his vision, there was an ocean of bubbles. Countless bubbles piled together, forming a continent. He was lying in one of the bubbles, as insignificant as dust.

But that wasn't the reason he was stunned. The real reason was that he could no longer feel his body.

His vision gradually rose, gradually folded back.

Blood Pupil saw himself.

A monster with only a head and a heart...

"I told you you would regret it," that mysterious voice sounded again, with a hint of regret. "Welcome back to the real world, Mr. Number One." (To be continued...)