Uplifting Journey

In the current history of the real world, before the blue-violet crack tore the sky.

In a quaint castle floating in the deep starry sky, a tall man with blond messy hair walked out of the terrace slowly.

The golden trousers and the pitch-black vest couldn't provide the slightest protection in the silent vacuum, but the man who stretched out his strong arm and knocked on the fence on the edge of the terrace didn't care about the weirdness of the surrounding environment.

Boom—boom—

Listening to the sound propagating in the vacuum, the man named Dio grinned with sharp canine teeth, then shook his head: "This is your dream, it's so simple."

The smiling Reaper slowly turned from virtual to real in the void outside the terrace. He held his scythe upside down stiffly and bowed to the man on the terrace: "I'm sorry, Lord Dior, but I can only do this at the moment. To an extent."

Rubbing the railings and feeling the rough and cold feeling, Dio didn't say much—Reaper 13 is a child less than ten years old after all in reality, who can support a dream world the size of a castle, partially simulate reality from all angles to To this level, I have already tried my best, and I can't ask for more.

Ordinary people can't even control their own scattered thinking, let alone conceive a world with a complex structure and stabilize it for a long time. If they can forcibly support such a dream with their own thinking ability, Reaper 13 has gone far beyond The category of general genius.

"That's why you need the help of 'him'." Dio withdrew his finger rubbing the railing, crossed his arms and looked at the stiff stars in the "distant distance" as the background curtain, "It is impossible to completely deceive life with this level of immersion in dreams. Sensory cognition, indirectly mobilizing the soul power of hundreds of millions of lives through the influence of consciousness."

"But that guy named Cheng Bin joined in, he definitely has bad intentions!" Reaper 13 was a little excited, clenched his metal gloves tightly, "We don't need to change our plan according to his proposal, there are countless lives willing to sacrifice their souls for you !"

"Oh~?" With a subtle tone, Dior leaned on the railing, turned his head to look at Reaper 13 floating outside the railing, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of laziness, "You are also willing to sacrifice your life and money for me." Soul? You know, that means—even the traces of your existence in this world will disappear completely."

In the home court of the master of dreams, he talked about eating up the other party, but Dio didn't have the slightest thought of worrying—even if he didn't bring a double into the dream, theoretically he would have nothing to do with the power of the master of dreams. Powerless.

"Of course." The God of Death 13, who was a little excited at first, suddenly calmed down, and he said almost piously, "It is my honor to be able to integrate with you and reach the other shore together."

Maybe it's because of the other party's shelter and protection, maybe it's because it's touched by the other party's eyesight and teaching since the baby, maybe it's because of the style of behavior and the pursuit of ideas.

Reaper 13 did not resist, and became an unnamed cornerstone that allowed Dior to climb to the top, conquer and dominate everything, and unlock all the mysteries of the world.

"Hmm~" Dio, leaning on the railing, tilted his head back, his joints were crackling, and then he relaxed his body, watched Reaper 13 and nodded slowly, "I'm glad you think so, really, very happy."

After a pause, Dior suddenly changed the subject: "Humans are social animals, and the approval of others will have a very interesting effect on the human spirit—as far as I know, you still don't intend to give yourself a name?"

"I don't need a name," Reaper 13 was a little puzzled, but he still replied, "Using the name of a substitute all the time helps me adjust my self-cognition. Syncing, touching parallel worlds, etc. should help."

Hearing Reaper 13's answer in a slightly uncertain tone, Dio crossed his chest with one hand and pinched his chin with the other, with a rare pensive look on his face.

Reaper 13 didn't dare to disturb Dio's thinking, and floated there quietly, while trying to maintain the stability of the dream content, while trying to figure out the other party's intention of mentioning this matter.

"As a self-identification, the name is still very important, especially when the soul is affected by external forces, and there are countless "persons with the same name" in thousands of worlds." Dio didn't know what he was thinking, and then he stood up straight , waved to Reaper 13.

Before he had time to think about the meaning of Dior's words, Reaper 13, who understood the meaning of Dior's gestures, immediately withdrew the power to maintain the dream.

In the banquet hall-like room where the windows were tightly blocked by heavy curtains and only illuminated by dim, cold candles, the blond man sitting on a high-backed stone chair with his face resting on one hand opened his eyes as if he was sleeping.

An African-American boy in a well-sized suit stood beside the armrest of the high-backed chair with a respectful expression on his face.

The dark and empty hall is a bit depressing, but the vampires and their servants who have sent a large number of people to move around the world and hate sunlight by nature have long been accustomed to such an environment.

After half payment, the blond man who stood up suddenly raised his hand, and the scarlet cloak curled up from sitting for a long time unfolded.

"You'll understand in the future—go find that Cheng Bin," Dio turned and started walking, stopped beside the high chair, bent down and patted Reaper 13's young shoulder, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I I need you to help me create an 'anchor' - even if it takes pain, even if I want to turn into a monster, this is an order."

Reaper 13 shook his body, and then said loudly with a firm face: "Yes!"

Nodding with satisfaction and pity, Dio stood up straight again and walked into the pure darkness behind the high chair.

A voice that seems to be asking, but also seems to be talking to itself echoes on the edge of the darkness——

"Remember everything 'I' has experienced, and extract the root of 'I am me' from it. After that, no matter how the memory and history change, as long as the 'anchor' is still there."

The endless words, along with Dio's back, were completely covered by the darkness.

The pure darkness could not block the sight of the vampire, Dio went up the spiral staircase, and his consciousness continued to expand along with the thinking about the unfolding plan.

The golden human double appeared silently behind Dio.

Dio stopped in his tracks, looked sideways at the strong humanoid double behind him, and met his emotionless eyes for a moment.

The stand-in "world" slowly faded and disappeared, and Dio turned around and continued to move forward——

The journey of life is like the seemingly endless dark ladder in front of you. Those who wander in the spiral will always wander in the ocean of fear.

Originated from biological instinct, fear of hunger, disease, and death.

Fear of poverty, of weakness, of loss of fame and fortune, derived from social associations.

Unable to adapt to the environment that brings fear, you can only step forward on fear-until life is strong enough to overcome this fear and gain a moment of peace of mind.

What Dior, who was once as humble as dust, pursued was nothing but this sense of peace of mind dominated by victory.

True and permanent peace of mind can only be attained by the man who continually overcomes fear and wins until he is at the top of the world, free from any fear in his heart.

Dio once thought that he could win step by step until he grasped the eternal sense of security, but as he grasped more and more things in his hands and accumulated knowledge, he discovered that fear has no limit—— —

Does the world have an apex? Vision, is there a limit?

When he was as humble as dust, the fear brought by hunger and poverty was always with him, but what reassured Dior was sufficient food and meager savings.

But after standing firmly on the footsteps of survival and looking up at the society, more fears rushed to my face.

In the face of the magic power of money and the force of the country, ordinary individuals are too weak. In this environment that may be ruthlessly crushed at any time, Dior looks for a way to make himself feel at ease, and once again tries to overcome this fear.

Seizing the opportunity to become the adopted son of the jazz, fighting for the inheritance by all means, desperately delving into the dirty rules between power and rule, trying to integrate into the society as a top law student and heir to the jazz.

The accidental vampirization interrupted his hard work, which made Dio far away from the instinctive fears of some fragile human beings, but also brought new fears - there is such a mysterious power in this world.

Or rather, an unforeseen threat.

Dior resolutely changed his plan, while working hard to research and develop special abilities belonging to vampires, while paying attention to the dark side behind society, searching and exploring all mysterious forces.

Compared with the collective power with too many uncertainties, the mysterious power that is constantly increasing and completely belongs to itself is obviously more worthy of priority.

Vampires, ripples, doubles, souls. The continuous strength brought Dior an unparalleled sense of peace of mind. When this strength was enough to allow him to surpass all force in the world, this sense of peace of mind over all known fears reached its peak. Then.

Suddenly extinguished by the boundless fear from a higher level——

Do you think your power really belongs to you?

Do you think your life experience is really your choice?

Do you think that you are you?

The devil's whispers showed Dior part of the truth behind the world in the depths of his soul.

The existence of parallel worlds and parallel selves, the power and will behind the substitute, the gods who devour everything, the uncertain history and memory, the life chosen by external forces, and the thoughts guided by competition

The sudden expansion of horizons brings boundless fear that is completely out of control and suffocating.

Dior, who has engraved the journey of facing fear, overcoming fear, and gaining peace of mind deep into his soul, left the reassuring false haven and saw the storm outside the world. In fact, there are not many choices he can make.

"Why do you think that I will choose your side? Do you think that I, Dior, will be threatened?"

"Cooperation is always a mutual compromise. Anyway, I give up more, and compared to the other side that is destined not to coexist, you and my soul fragments have the most solid fusion foundation—"

Greatest, eternal fear—

unknown.