The shadows seemed to have no substance.
It was like a rolling dark cloud pressing over the castle.
Be attracted by the charming deliciousness below.
It's the smell of nightmares.
A nightmare more delicious than any that had ever been on this ship.
Maybe it's because the smell of the owner of the nightmare is unexpectedly familiar?
The shadow leaned down.
Like an ink waterfall falling from the sky, it wants to swallow up the delicious food underneath.
At the same time, the pouring ink intentionally or unintentionally kept a little distance from Bucky.
There seems to be some fear of him.
"Moo——"
When the black shadow was about to touch Moria, it suddenly started to stir.
The mooing sound was painful.
It's like having a bad stomach.
The pirate ship with blue flames actually emerged from the black shadow during the churning.
Along with it, there are countless fantasy worlds that are distinct but develop independently.
There was a thin version of Moria fighting an extremely huge figure with a long knife in the biting cold wind. In that scene, there were many living companions behind him.
Once on a small island, he lived the life of a wealthy landlord, but he still dressed like a pirate.
There was a doctor in a white coat dancing with a beautiful actress on a gorgeous stage....
Doctor Hogback in the castle turned his head and blushed a little.
Dream Tapir opened his eyes in the dark shadow.
Among these dreams, there should be a dream that is intertwined with loneliness and joy, and that is your own collection.
But there was only one lone pirate ship.
The blue fire engulfed the hull.
That figure...
"Moo——"
The eyes in the dark shadow revealed obvious fear.
It remembered this man, a weird human with a neurotic smile, being vomited out of the dream.
Why are you still here?
Cracks spread from the pirate ship to the entire dream world, and the black shadow covering the sky was instantly covered with slender white threads.
"It's really interesting."
Bucky grinned, enjoying his own twist.
He left one of himself in the dreamland of the shadow, which was his first attempt at splitting the abstract concept, which was himself.
The world in the eyes is always divided into two.
A cycle of murder and arson.
One is the world in front of Bucky.
Ironically, such tearing and twisting gave him a sense of fulfillment.
weird.....
This is also himself.
But he never denied it.
Weird and confusing.
How comforting, isn't it?
Something fell out of Moria's fat black shadow.
The shadow of a hand?
Moriah saw this shadow walk past him, and then fell into Bucky's feet.
Is my shadow under my control again?
Don't you mean you are dissatisfied with me?
He felt that his red onion head was overloaded.
When his eyes fell on the crazy clown, he shuddered again.
The other party can actually split his own shadow? !
Then what's the use of my shadow fruit? !
Moriah suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.
Accompanied by a nearly broken spine and wounds all over the body like a tattered doll.
ah!
I'm sorry for being human.
"..."
"Moo————"
The screams from the shadows became even more painful.
Like childbirth.
The layer upon layer of half-illusory and half-illusory fantasy world is constantly approaching fragmentation under the invasion of white marks.
"Life or death, we have to choose one."
Bucky raised his head, and in another vision, he stepped out of the pirate ship that was submerged in the blue fire.
Stepping on darkness.
"Moo!!"
The screams of the black shadow seemed to be full of anger, and the black ink that surged like sea water was constantly fighting against the power of division.
Click click click....
The first dream was completely shattered by the erosion of the cracks.
Two pirates enjoying a luxurious life on a beautiful island suddenly realized that the world in front of them was constantly collapsing.
The pieces fell off piece by piece.
Falling into the harsh reality, it turned into a puddle of gray mist and drifted away.
Only two bones remained.
"Actually, I really admire those who refuse to give in."
"real."
Bucky added.
"That way I can keep seeing in them the kind of performance that is performed repeatedly on a thin string...
Beautiful tune. "
He raised his hand.
Xiaoyou took the initiative and flew up.
It was easy to touch the dark shadow that was already in pain.
The real world is also beginning to crack.
Traces of symbolic schism begin to converge between the abstract, conceptual world and the real world.
Like two ropes that are constantly shrinking around the neck.
Bit by bit, hang the shadow to death!
"Moo——"
The shadow screamed in grief again.
The terrifying figure that originally shrouded the surrounding area slowly retracted while tumbling back and forth.
Fine cracks originating from two points continue to compress its living space.
The shadows condensed into substance.
Elephant trunk, rhinoceros head, ox tail, tiger foot...
The body is half solid and half solid, like splashed ink, and like burning black flames.
Dream tapir.
A legendary creature that feeds on dreams.
However, Bucky is more inclined to believe that a small animal accidentally swallowed the phantom beast fruit that symbolizes the dream tapir.
There are many such precedents on the sea.
For example, a guy who ate everyone's fruit.
Maybe you can start your second experiment...
Experiments in splitting fruit from host.
The first experiment is the splitting of the abstract world.
The result of the experiment is that illusory products like dreams turn into nothing when they come into contact with the real world.
Instead, a semi-abstract concept like shadow can be split apart.
It can even manipulate conceptual products split from one's own body like a body.
As for what I said to Moria...
He didn't lie either, but what he split was Moria's certain knowledge and thoughts about shadow.
For example, he could have taken back his own shadow or cut out Bucky's shadow to fight...
"Moo..."
Meng Tapir's spirit became even more depressed.
Cracks appeared on the body that was both virtual and real, like broken porcelain.
Bucky had no intention of holding back.
Instead, he watched Meng Tapir's final struggle with great interest.
Only in the rhinoceros-like eyes, fear and despair gradually occupied its entire field of vision.
The dream tapir lived for a long, long time.
Before the dream that the skull had been having appeared, it lived like this day after day.
Filling...
Dense fog and darkness are its best hiding places.
The dreams of those who fear this sea are its best food.
Even as the number of swallowed dreams increased, the huge black shadow it transformed almost occupied the entire dense fog sea area.
In turn, the dense fog sea area is expanding outward.
It thought that it would live like this forever, just like some dreams that it would dream about day after day.
There is no gene for exploration and curiosity in our instincts.
Until this neurotic guy showed up——
"Moo..."
Dream Tapir called softly, and its body covered with white marks slowly landed in front of Bucky.
In Meng Tapir's eyes, this man was like an extremely deep darkness.
You can't see clearly or understand it, but like a virus, it makes people fear and tremble unconsciously, and then they imitate and surrender.
"Moo——"
It was wrapped around the man's back, head resting on his shoulder.
The ink-like body sank faintly into the darkness in Bucky's heart.
It's begging for mercy.
