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"Sigh~"
Morpheus's face was twisted and deformed.
He regained consciousness.
His eyes were incredibly clear.
"I'm the one who should be hissing~, the boss is really low on health." Most of Ian's actions were meaningful, and his tests also gave him information.
"Who are you?" Morpheus awkwardly accepted the water Ian offered. No one would believe that this person gulping down water was a top-tier being in the universe.
The Endless Family.
The ultimate concept of the DC universe.
The first generation of controllers of the dream world.
"And who am I?"
at this time.
This being, however, asked a question that left Ian completely taken aback after finishing his water.
Amnesia? That's such a classic story.
Ian was completely stunned.
"Who did you just say you were?"
Morpheus looked bewildered and asked the question again.
Hear the words.
Ian, who had originally only intended to take advantage of the favor, immediately became determined.
"I am your father."
Ian's voice was also very confident.
He remembered his previous agreement with Miss Death.
Being a human being.
We must be bold and seize opportunities.
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The brave are the first to enjoy the world.
As the son of Superman, Ian has no shortage of courage.
Brave Ian.
Not afraid of being beaten.
All he wanted was to hear Morpheus call him "Dad." It was a pure and simple wish; Ian had heard from Miss Death that Morpheus was always very grateful.
Miss Death is the second eldest sister of the Endless Family.
It's definitely not a lie.
Moreover, Miss Death agreed to let Morpheus call him "Dad"—the promise with Miss Death was still fresh in his mind, and Ian clearly had his own understanding of her answer.
"..."
A subtle silence filled the Hellcat's carriage.
Hellcat's radio station is silent.
Like the demon's head, it doesn't dare utter a sound now. There are many bold demons in hell, but few are as bold as this.
really.
Ian, you have a bright future ahead of you.
Are you trying to take advantage of me?
Morpheus's pale face was filled with bewilderment. Of course, Morpheus didn't believe Ian when he said he was his father; after all, no normal person would be oblivious to the problem.
"I have amnesia, not dementia." Morpheus pointed to the rearview mirror with his fair finger, where he could see his slender figure.
“You and this girl are at most sixteen or seventeen years old, how could you possibly be my parents?” Morpheus’s logical reasoning and judgment were not affected by his amnesia. His gaze turned to Madison, who was curled up in the passenger seat, unconsciously emitting long, shallow breaths like a kitten.
She is not your mother.
Ian quickly grabbed a black cloth and covered Madison completely. "She's just a poor soul I picked up on the street. I often find poor souls like that when I'm out and about."
Hear the words.
Morpheus paused for a moment.
"So, I'm also someone you picked up on the street... a poor soul?" he asked with a hint of uncertainty, looking thoughtfully at Madison, who had already been covered up.
“I just look younger than I am; I’m actually not young at all.” Ian didn’t answer, but only emphasized the fact that he was small in stature but big in spirit.
"You are telling the truth."
Morpheus was somewhat surprised.
“Of course I’m telling the truth. Here’s what happened. Are you familiar with the Dreamland?” Ian was prepared for both possibilities. If he was caught, he would say it was to provoke Morpheus’s spirit.
To use a strong stimulus to awaken Morpheus's memories, he could certainly gain another wave of favors. As for not being caught... what excuse is needed if you're not caught?
Ian is guaranteed to make a profit no matter what.
"The Land of Dreams?" Morpheus shook his head, but unfortunately, the fragmented memories in his mind were impossible to piece together effectively.
“I remember this name; it’s very important to me.”
It's as if his memories were forcibly shattered by some force, and that force is still affecting his memory recovery—perhaps someone doesn't want him to remember something.
Morpheus was filled with doubt and unease.
at the same time.
Ian was also observing Morpheus's reaction through the rearview mirror. He began to consider a backup plan; even if he couldn't become a father unexpectedly, he wanted to have a place for himself in the dream world.
"That's right, the Dream Kingdom is a faraway place, and I am the Dream Shadow of the Dream Kingdom, the most honored person in the entire Dream Kingdom, and you are the Dream King personally appointed by me."
Ian recently took a course called "The Art of Lying".
Truth and lies need to be mixed together.
The effect is remarkable.
Morpheus looked bewildered, almost as if he couldn't tell the difference.
“The King of Dreams…” Morpheus murmured to himself. His fragmented memories told him that Ian might not be lying, but his intuition told him that something was wrong.
Ian pressed his advantage.
"Think about it, under what circumstances would I make someone king? And hand over an entire country to that person?" His tone was full of earnest persuasion.
"When I'm very important to you?"
Morpheus wisely offered a reasonable speculation.
"Yes, that's right, it seems you've figured it out."
Ian smiled and patted the steering wheel in the passenger seat—he was quite unfamiliar with this position, and he had to take care of two people, which was why he chose to get back into the car.
Faced with Ian's praise.
Morpheus couldn't help but sigh.
"I think I'm being completely fooled by you." Of course, he couldn't believe that Ian was really his father, but he felt an uncanny familiarity with what Ian was saying.
This is someone who knows themselves very, very well.
Morpheus judged in his mind.
"Don't do that. Just call me Father, and I won't even need you to give me 50 Vs or unseal the Dream Army. I'll just help you find all your lost memories for free."
Ian remained undeterred.
He simply wanted to build the deepest bond with the other person.
however.
However, Morpheus was not fooled at all.
"you are too young."
The amnesiac dream god shook his head.
Long black hair swayed around her cheeks.
“Being young isn’t my problem. As long as you choose to believe, anything is possible—give me a chance!” Ian regretted not having studied psychology, such a practical subject.
Hear the words.
Morpheus remained silent for a long time.
"You've already given yourself away!" He lifted his bangs, covered his forehead, and looked utterly helpless, unsure how to describe the conman in front of him. Of course, the amnesiac man was also confused as to why he felt gratitude, even though this person was trying to trick him into calling him "Dad."
"I understand now, we're actually brothers?"
Morpheus was trying his best to make reasonable guesses.
He felt an inexplicable closeness to Ian.
This time.
Ian remained silent for a long time.
“No, I still want to be your father. Your sister promised me.” Perhaps this is what it means to be overly greedy; Ian did not choose to settle for second best.
His tone was firm.
"..."
The carriage fell silent once again.
Morpheus almost pulled his bangs off himself.
"I have an older sister?"