[That is to say, we follow idealism in the dreamland.]
Wilson thought about it and felt a little emotional.
[This is really a magical world. It seems that I guessed it right before. This place is closely related to dreams. 】
As he said that, Wilson remembered something and frowned slightly.
[Zhuom, I remember the painter mentioned the gods in the dreamland... Are there really gods in the dreamland? What do they look like? Could they be monsters? 】
As a native flower-planting rabbit, Wilson certainly has no religious beliefs and naturally does not believe in the existence of gods in the world.
Even if there is, it is probably just some kind of super powerful being.
Ultraman can be regarded as a god-like existence to a certain extent. If the first generation came to the ancient earth, someone would definitely establish the Giant Cult.
Even in modern times, there is no such thing as Ultraman Namo Tiga...
Therefore, he subconsciously did not regard those dream gods as gods to worship, but subconsciously analyzed and thought about what these dream gods were.
It’s not like there aren’t monsters pretending to be gods to deceive people.
Besides, what if he is a real god? Isn’t it very popular to kill gods now?
As the saying goes, as long as you show your health bar, even gods will kill you.
It can be said that Wilson has no fear of God at all.
【Insufficient information, unable to judge】
Zhuomu answered without any hesitation.
But these couldn't stop Wilson's interest.
[I think Ultraman's power seems to be quite idealistic, and it feels a bit like the Dreamland.]
As we all know, in the Ultraman series, whenever they encounter danger, as long as they strengthen their beliefs, or have the support of other companions/friends/little girls, etc. around them, they will eventually burst out with extremely powerful energy.
Strength through danger.
The strength of strength depends on the strength of belief.
Looking at it this way, it seems to be similar to a dreamland, more idealistic.
[Ultraman's power is not idealism, his own belief is an extremely powerful force. Even humans can always create miracles when they firmly believe that they can do it. 】
[The Kingdom of Light is committed to the development of science and technology and upholds materialism. Even belief is a powerful energy. This power can allow Ultraman to break through the limits. The reason why Ultra Warriors have powerful power is also derived from
Due to hard training.]
Zhuomu explained.
Wilson looked as if he had seen a ghost.
He didn't believe Zhuom's nonsense at all.
If we really follow materialism, then Ultraman can't be a real existence. It's outrageous that ordinary humans can transform into a behemoth like Ultraman.
certainly……
It is also possible that the materialism that the Kingdom of Light understands and the materialism that humans think of are not the same thing at all.
After all, it is simply impossible to speculate on higher life forms from the perspective of ordinary humans.
Physiology, technology and even philosophy are simply incomparable.
Wilson still remembers that when he transformed into Ultraman Tiga, the whole world seemed completely different to him.
Even after returning to the human body, he would sometimes think from the perspective of light.
There are extremely complicated things involved here, and Wilson couldn't figure it out for a while. It's not something that Drom can explain in just a few words.
He quickly gave up dwelling on this point and changed the subject.
[If I dream here and think that I can transform into Shining Tiga, will I really have the power of Shining Tiga? 】
[Insufficient data cannot be analyzed, but this world is essentially constructed by subconsciousness and imagination, and the reality shown is to a certain extent just a castle in the air, and cannot truly embody the power of Ultra. 】
Wilson was not too disappointed.
This is similar to what he guessed. If people in this world can really use their imagination to build such powerful power at will, then the entire system of Dreamland will probably collapse.
Apart from anything else, if someone fantasizes that he is God, then it is impossible for a God to really appear in the dream.
But the greater possibility is that ordinary people simply cannot imagine how powerful God is, and have no idea how strong He can be, so they cannot appear in dreams at all.
Wilson guessed that the limit of Dreamland's ability to turn dreams into reality would probably not exceed the level of the so-called Dream Gods.
Of course, these are just his guesses.
He still knows too little about the fantasy world.
Wilson took the initiative to chat with the painter in front of him:
"Are you familiar with Dreamland?"
"Absolutely." The painter said, "I mentioned to you before that because the food in the waking world is getting less and less, the ghouls are multiplying more and more in the underground group. Many of them have moved to the fantasy world.
After all, there is more food here in Dreamland."
"Sometimes I follow them here. This is a more wonderful and vivid world. I like it here very much."
"Really?" Wilson pretended to be chatting with the painter casually, ostensibly to kill time, but in fact he was silently pondering all the useful information.
Unknowingly, a dim light suddenly appeared in front of Wilson's eyes.
It's the light coming from the hole in the front.
The ghoul screamed happily twice in front.
The painter also said cheerfully: "It's just ahead."
Soon, Wilson stepped on a piece of flat land, and dim light shone in from nowhere, barely illuminating the place.
There are huge gravels here, and there are many holes all around. They just drilled out of one of the holes.
Wilson patted the dirt on his hands and was startled as soon as he raised his head.
There were many heads protruding in front of his eyes. They were bare and ugly, like big hairless dogs mixed with human faces.
These ghouls surrounded him curiously, making chirping sounds one after another and casting inquiring glances at him.
What made him even more speechless was that there were many ghouls trying to reach out and pinch him, or even poke him here and there with their fingers.
【Zhuom, do they want to eat me?】
Wilson's eye twitched.
[That’s not true, they just think you smell good, but they really want to lick you.]
Drom truthfully relayed the thoughts of the surrounding ghouls to the host based on the language he deciphered.
Wilson's face turned green again.
Fortunately, in the end, the painter rescued him from a bunch of curious ghouls by dragging him, mumbling explanations while pulling him.
Only then did the ghouls let him go.
Wilson looked at the painter with great gratitude, wishing he could say to him - you are my god!