So this is your dream.
Watching the gigantic hand falling from above, the old investigator couldn’t help but squeeze his legs together instinctively, then regretfully glanced at the female reporter beside him.
"I can’t act now, give me the lantern... Nicole, leave him to you!"
The female reporter nodded, handed the Dream Wandering Lantern to the old investigator, and then, to Leon’s somewhat surprised gaze, she raised her hand to meet it.
As the gigantic hand descended, the top of the bell tower exploded with a loud bang. Large chunks of bricks flew everywhere, sending up a large cloud of gray dust in mid-air.
According to the rule of no smoke, no damage, that slap was in vain.
Feeling that something was wrong, as if he had hit empty air, Leon immediately retracted his right hand, took a deep breath, while amidst the dust around the bell tower, he heard a somewhat familiar aged voice.
"Remember? I told you before..."
Twisting the handle of the Dream Wandering Lantern to dim the light surrounding him, the old investigator slowly walked out of the smoke and smiled:
"It won’t be long before we meet again. You now... cough! Cough, cough, cough! What’s that smell?!"
Uh... Dinner tonight was garlic penne, the smell seems quite strong indeed.
Exhaling a breath full of garlic fragrance, dispersing the dust at the top of the bell tower, watching the old investigator whose face turned a bit green from the odor, Leon couldn’t help but frown.
"I knew it, you really are suspicious!"
Yes, I actually... forget it, suddenly don’t feel like talking to you...
As Leon spoke, the intensity of the garlic scent around them increased by several notches, making the old investigator, who originally wanted to say a few harsh words, immediately cover his nose and mouth with a dark face and retreat half a step with the lantern.
After driving away the old investigator with a single sentence, Leon, who preemptively gave himself an Ultraman persona and now stood over forty meters tall, bent slightly, glaring at the female reporter:
"Miss Nicole, I never thought I’d meet you here."
"What do you two actually want?"
"Is the Aquarius Director not dead yet? What’s your relationship with him?"
Facing the ever-intensifying pungent smell as Leon’s size increased, the utterly exasperated female reporter jumped directly over thirty meters, pushing hard on Leon’s chest with her hand!
With the female reporter’s slightly annoyed shout, the Ultraman Leon, supposedly visiting the capital from Nebula M78, weighing tens of thousands of tons, unexpectedly fell, flattening the street behind him with a loud crash.
Is this the [Untouchable Hand]? Even able to topple an Ultraman?
Glancing at the female reporter’s fair hands, Leon recalled some related information and couldn’t help but frown again.
The strange lantern in her hand seemed to be able to fix the dream’s setting, so even though he was the owner of the dream, he still couldn’t make significant changes to the scene at will.
Being able to transform the palace into a paid park and add some skyscrapers or overpasses was already the limit of his ability. More sci-fi stuff couldn’t fit into this dream.
So... I have to work on myself?
Smashing something to dispel the dense garlic smell at the top of the bell tower, the old investigator carried the lantern to the edge of the building, looked down at the fallen giant Leon with a cold gaze, and said:
"If I’m not mistaken, you dared to ambush me here because you knew you were the master of this dream and thought you could use that, right?"
"You’re too naive; dreams aren’t so simple."
Taking a white strange rope from his pocket, tossing it to the female reporter, the old investigator sneered and said:
"Even in a fake dream, one can’t construct something completely unfamiliar out of thin air. Saying ’I can rival the True God’ doesn’t truly impart equal power.
In a false dream, the strongest thing is reality instead."
"Though this dream you created is peculiar, neither the palace turned into a garden nor your seemingly powerful body can withstand scrutiny.
Your experience and understanding of power make it impossible to imagine what truly powerful beings are like, so naturally, you can’t complete the corresponding construction in your dream...
So stop struggling, lie still, and before the Demonic Soul Abyss fully descends, I’ll spare your life!"
Thank you for the explanation... But are you sure what I created in the dream isn’t real enough?
After listening to the old investigator, Leon raised his eyebrows, decisively discarding his Ultraman persona, his fifty-meter-tall body quickly shrinking back to a human-like size.
Although there wasn’t a countdown flashing on his chest, the fact that he sat down and flattened half the street after being pushed proves that his creation ’Ultraman Leon’ wasn’t that lacking in realism.
As for why Ultraman was pushed over, it probably boils down to the female reporter’s hands.
Her [Untouchable Hand], if activated correctly, can forcibly resist all "contacts" below a True God. If no contact happens, then the strength of Ultraman Leon is useless, so...
I need to transform into a Super Saiyan!
Haha, have you already given up resisting?
Seeing Leon dispersing his massive form and returning to normal size, the old investigator couldn’t help but smirk slightly.
Believing the enemy’s words, this guy is still a bit naive.
The power of dreams, in the end, is just the power of belief, and the opponent, as the master of the dream, undoubtedly has the highest level of "authority," so if he believes he can definitely defeat me, the final result would still be uncertain.
Now that he has fear, all I need to do is keep undermining his confidence, make him doubt his own abilities so that he becomes gradually weaker and starts losing control over the dream.
Once the dream gets chaotic and his power is weakened to a certain extent, it’ll be... Hmm? Why did his hair turn gold? And it’s standing up like a hedgehog? What’s that thing glowing blue in his hand?
Seeing Leon suddenly laugh out loud in his sleep without knowing why, the Black Goat’s expression tensed, and it shouted urgently:
"Your soul’s out of control! You’re too excited! Be careful of getting tricked!"
"Stop sleeping, wake up! Don’t laugh!"
"Wake up! What are you dreaming about? How can you be laughing so happily!"