The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"I found it." Sisley said happily.

The golden wings of the core of the dream fluttered in her palm, and she grasped it firmly. Ken also stretched out his hand, and together with her, he held down the restless golden core.

"What now?" she whispered to Ken.

——Take this back.

Unknowingly, Sisley's figure gradually grew taller, the girl's black hair retracted, and the slight curvature on her face disappeared.

Sisley, who was twelve or thirteen years old, had disappeared, reappearing what Sisley should be now.

As soon as she found this core, the feeling of shackles that the dream controlled her disappeared little by little, and now Sisley clearly felt that she could leave at any time as long as she wanted.

The small wings at the core of the dream were scratching her palm feebly, itching.

So Sisley motioned for Ken to fully grasp the core of the dream, and she pulled her hand out abruptly.

Ken:?

Ken: Ruthless Iron Hand.jpg

The man's prison uniform has also come off, and Ken is wearing a soft black T-shirt, waiting for her next command.

"It's really not easy to find the core of this dream."

Sisley held back, but she still couldn't hold back, and vomited a little.

After coming out of the white room that made her feel ashamed, Sisley no longer dared to let Ken take her to follow her old father, but split up with her old father and raced against time to find the core of the dream.

Once the core of the dream is broken or disappeared, it will change from a lucid dream that imprisoned them to an ordinary dream that wakes up with a little stimulation.

----really.

Ken rarely agrees with her.

In order to find the core of the dream, he climbed along the outer wall of the laboratory to the fourth floor with his bare hands, and he carried a twelve or thirteen-year-old Sisley on his shoulder.

For Ken, this is the rare amount of exercise that makes him feel "slightly tired".

"Let's go."

Sisley leaned over and took his arm.

Without saying a word, Ken squeezed the core of the dream that was still struggling in his palm.

The dream was shattered in front of Sisley and Ken's eyes, and the familiar night light appeared in sight.

Sisley moved, and saw that Gabriel and Abaddon, who were lying on their stomachs at the end of the bed, had already slept together. There was still a TV series in which the male protagonist screamed heart-piercingly, but the volume had been turned down to the lowest level.

The pure white Archangel was stacked with the pure black Abaddon, and his face could not be seen clearly, as if there was a snowfield at night in the corner of Sisley's bed.

"Are you awake?" Mephisto asked.

The woman broke free from the sleepy light sleep, stretched out an arm, wrapped Sisley's shoulder, and patted Ken who had his eyes open.

"No." Sisley replied.

Mephisto's body temperature was on the high side, and the scent of roses wafted darkly along her embrace.

After experiencing the ptsd in the dungeon in the first few days, Sisley accepted this rose fragrance well again.

At this moment, she leaned in the arms of the big beauty Rose in a rather relaxed posture, and turned on the light screen.

"System, system?"

Sisley reached out and flicked away the virtual fireworks that would be scattered every time it was opened, and asked quite directly, "You upgraded again?"

【Yes. 】

The tone of the system beeping is quite happy.

"Congratulations, congratulations, but what did you do?" Sisley asked the system coquettishly, "Hurry up and ask the truth, I can spare you once."

【...】

The system is also quite cooperative.

[After the system is upgraded, the communication list in the contact function is also optimized and upgraded. Please check the details in the game yourself. Player Sisley is requested to handle the game system with care. 】

"........."

Sisley touched the light screen lightly with her fingers and opened the contact list. The page of Yogel was still alone, except that the favorability had broken through the [-] mark, nothing had changed.

She tried to scroll back and was stunned by the huge contact list.

"...What?" Sisley murmured, "These are...?"

[As long as the player Sisley has spoken to anyone, it will be recorded on this page. 】

system said.

Without the system explaining, Sisley could see the contact's profile picture and the label next to it.

Tony Stark, Natasha, Steve Rogers...

This seems to include not only Sisley's body, but also the people she knows with the virtual body and vest.

While thinking about it, she clicked on the introduction of the next person's business card and found that there were two names written on it.

Clark Kent, note Kal-El in parentheses.

"This is Superman, right?" Sisley looked curiously at the huge sun on his head, and stretched out her hand to close the page of the business card.

However, the business card was not crossed out as she imagined, and her fingertips clicked on the "Visit" button.

Sisley: ………

[The application has been sent. 】

She maintained this posture, petrified in place.

"Can I still cancel?" Sisley asked the system with her last hope.

【Can't. 】The system beeped and comforted her, 【The visit application has been sent, but if you need it, you can actually squeeze a vest out. 】

Sisley:!

Sisley quickly jumped up and rushed to the locker room.

The wall lamps came on one by one, and she turned a blind eye to them. She opened the neatly arranged cabinets, reached out and pulled out a disheveled but shimmering ankle-length blond hair, and turned around to choose a dark purple dress.

【Makeup. 】The system reminded her next to her.

Sisley made two random "hmmmm" and stood still for a few seconds, grabbing a makeup look for herself that also had dark purple eyes.

After she finished dressing, the system gave her a choice of accessories at the right time. Sisley didn't even think about it, and instantly picked up the gem staff that was closest to her and shaped like a crescent moon.

The heavy, cold texture of the metal fell into her hands, and Sisley shrank her fingertips from the cold.

Sisley:?

She raised her head and glanced at the radiant "moon", which was not obvious on the jewelry shelf. After picking it up, Sisley realized that this moon staff seemed to be as tall as her height.

Sisley was just about to reach out to change one on the jewelry shelf, when a violent sense of exhaustion suddenly spread through her limbs, forcing her to close her eyes patiently and clenched her teeth, not letting out a cry of pain.

In the next second, there was silence in her ears.

The soreness and fatigue gradually disappeared, and Sisley tentatively opened her eyes.

She looked down and saw a blackness shimmering with light.

This is in the universe, beyond the earth.

A fierce light existed on her right side, and Sisley made some mental preparations before squinting there.

To her surprise, even if she looked directly at the sun, it didn't burn her retinas, instead, her eyes felt warm.

She held the cane in her palm and used it as a tool to help her move forward. Every time Sisley took a step, she could feel her footsteps being stuck in the void.

———Now she is really curious about what she dragged out of the chaos.

After walking like this for a while, Sisley began to gradually recognize a figure from the sun's rays. He had long hands and long feet, and he was curled up slightly, as if he was in a good dream.

The closer she got, the more clearly Sisley could see his face.

Superman looked slightly disturbed.

Even in his sleep, the corners of his lips were still tightly pursed, as if he had seen something that made him very unpleasant; the man's facial features were unparalleled, and his black hair was slightly drooping at this time, and he seemed to have a soul-stirring divinity.

Sisley stopped five steps away from him, sat down with her staff in her arms, and began to think about the reason for his uneasiness.

Kryptonite?

Do Kryptonians also have nightmares?

Or is it the ptsd that broke into the copy last time?

The reason for saying this is because Sisley has seen Tony Stark's ptsd behavior on the last copy.

At that reception, a woman wearing rose water wanted to strike up a conversation with Tony, but the latter took three steps back before she approached, avoiding the pretty and alluring woman like a snake.

Sisley who was watching everything: Huh——

It was then that Sisley realized that what she didn't take seriously might have left a serious trauma in the hearts of her teammates.

If you think about it in this way, Superman obviously followed Gabriel's trail to the dungeon, but he got caught suddenly. He soaked in the hallucinogenic rose fragrance for a long time before being rescued by the Avengers.

Miserable, Superman, miserable.

Sisley did not pay attention to the follow-up of that matter, but this did not prevent her from feeling a little bit guilty.

This little bit of guilt and guilt reached its peak when Sisley "smelled" the malice in Clark that was chasing his shadow.

"........."

She made mental preparations for a while, and slowly let out a breath.

"Hi."

Sisley said loudly.

The Superman in the dream moved slightly, his eyelids trembled, and he instinctively locked on to her direction.

"Hello?" Sisley panicked slightly, but remained calm on the surface, "Wake up——"

In her sight, Superman suddenly opened his eyes.

His still blue eyes were pierced by the intense light from the sun like a near-transparent gem, and light and dark intersected across his face, no different from a perfect marble statue.

Superman's red cloak fluttered quietly in the void, Sisley stared at the huge "S" on his chest for a while, then raised her gaze nonchalantly, and met his gaze.

"Hello."

said Superman quite calmly.

Sisley first wondered how a vacuum transmits sound, and then realized that this was his dream.

"Hi." She waved her hand and smiled sweetly, like a little sunflower, "You need help."

"How do you say that?"

Superman looked at her and asked quietly.

The girl in the purple skirt and purple eyes looked at him. When she wasn't smiling, she looked quite dreamy, like a kitten limp after inhaling catnip.

The sun's rays outlined her golden hair, and with Clark's super vision, he couldn't help noticing that the twilight of the universe seemed to linger on this mysterious girl, and she was particularly attached to her.

"Want to play a game?" The girl stood up holding the cane, and smiled at him again, "I was captured by the restless energy in your dream, so I guess you have something on your mind."

"..." Clark chose to remain silent.

"Oh, don't be shy—"

The girl didn't seem to notice his cold and calm gaze, and continued to shake her cane at him. Her posture was loose and wobbly, and she became more and more like a decadent cat who sucked too much catnip.

"I'm a dream witch." She said with a smile, "My appearance is to take away this kind of nightmare for you and poor ghosts like you."