Among the dilapidated ruins, the swaying figures of people gradually gathered around like zombies who had lost their souls. Each of them had a twisted smile on their face, as if they were watching a comedy show or a clown in a circus.
But even as an audience, their quality seemed too poor, because they couldn't keep quiet while watching the performance. Everyone was repeating the same words in their mouths - only nightmares are real.
The whole world seemed to be resonating with their voices. At first it was just a tiny crackling sound, but then it gradually turned into a deafening roar that spread from someone's eardrums to their heart.
For a moment, Superman felt that the pain of kryptonite on his body was nothing, but that something precious in his brain or soul was beginning to break.
The green blood affected by kryptonite radiation also flowed throughout his body with the beating of his heart, and the tips of his limbs felt cold and numb. He looked at everyone, and everyone looked at him.
However, he always helps others, but no one helped him at this time.
Not only did no one lend a helping hand to him, to be precise, these people acted more like they were planning to add insult to injury.
They approached with various weapons made of kryptonite. In Metropolis, it was not surprising to see so much kryptonite. No one knew how many artificial green stones there were in Luther's warehouse.
The rustling footsteps of people approached, and their voices became louder: "Only nightmares are real."
Superman moved back, using his hands and feet, but still holding his head high: "No! Everyone should have hope!"
There was no surprise to the crowd. They continued to advance steadily, but they did not launch an attack immediately. They just surrounded Superman on three levels, inside and outside.
Their figures, to be precise, their shadows should have grown larger, completely blocking the sunlight above Clark's head, and the entire sky darkened. Only the faint green light of the kryptonite illuminated the twisted pictures.
s face.
"Only nightmares are real."
Their tone was very calm, as if they were stating a fact, as if the fact was right in front of them, and they needed Superman to open his eyes to see it.
"No, I believe that human nature is good. You are not human and you will never understand!"
Superman still denied it. He tried to stand up, but the man holding a kryptonite stick casually stabbed him and he fell to the ground.
If it were an ordinary human being, it would have been impossible to hurt Superman in the past, but now, with the presence of kryptonite, Clark felt extremely fragile, as if he had lost the initiative in life.
He couldn't help but think of the last time he was kidnapped by a statue, but that was different. The enemy looked like a monster at first glance, and now, being besieged by human-looking creatures was even more frightening.
He was a little shaken. Even if he didn't need people to thank him, he still wanted others to trust him.
How long can you continue to devote yourself to people for free with passion?
"Only nightmares are real."
The crowd repeated these words again, looking down at the fallen Kryptonian as if he were an insect.
Maybe in terms of superpowers, he is undoubtedly a superman, but when it comes to the dark side of people's hearts, he doesn't understand anything.
Even if the cruel reality is right in front of him, he always turns a blind eye. Isn't this a kind of cruelty?
"Admit it, reality is a nightmare. Nothing comes true, nothing goes as planned. Some are just struggles, and some are just various disasters that cannot be avoided."
The old lady who just gave Superman the 'Kryptonite Drink' spoke up. She slowly squatted down, her eyes rolling rapidly on her face that melted like a candle, staring into the man's eyes, and said in a voice full of laughter:
"Fearful things are everywhere. Worry about losing your job, worrying about bankruptcy, worrying about the death of your family, worrying about yourself getting sick, and worrying about your family's survival. You have been living in all kinds of anxiety, and you have more things to worry about. You worry about everyone.
, but is there any use in worrying? You know, many things are bound to happen."
"." The red and blue man couldn't lie. Clark opened his mouth but said nothing.
Maybe it was the weakness caused by the kryptonite, maybe it was because he couldn't argue.
He didn't know what kind of creatures these things were in front of him, but they did know a lot about human beings.
As a creature in the material world, human beings are made of flesh and blood, and their lives are quite fragile. The so-called impermanence of things means that people will always encounter things they do not want to see.
All the things that exist in nightmares and that people subconsciously do not want to see will always happen inadvertently. Who can have everything going well in life?
"See, you have thought of it, you have realized it, you have understood it."
The old lady, whose white hair was falling off rapidly, stood up with satisfaction. She put her arms around the little girl beside her. The two of them laughed so much that their tongues popped out of their mouths and drooped on the ground, but this did not affect their relationship.
He continued talking to the crowd around him:
"Only nightmares are real."
After that, the crowd looked at each other. Seeing Superman unable to refute everyone, they assumed that he had acknowledged everyone's point of view.
So one ‘person’ said:
"Superman seems to be unable to move. How about we taste him? Being eaten by the people he usually helps should make him realize what reality is more deeply."
The story of the farmer and the snake is timeless at any time. From the perspective of humans, it is an educational fable, but from the perspective of the snake, it is undoubtedly a refreshing story.
You see, let's say the snake is a person, and he is caught by a huge biped while sleeping in. He has a little chance to breathe, and after he calms down, he launches his attack on this weird biped.
Your strongest attack.
This attack killed this huge creature. The meat on its body can be eaten for a long time, and the clothes it wears can be used to keep warm. It is like a pie falling from the sky.
This is probably what the so-called adventure experience is.
Now the nightmares are preparing to play the role of snakes. They have already felt the fear in Superman's heart, as if there is a crack in his soul. What they have to do now is to use more exciting nightmares to make him provide more
energy of.
Of course, it would be even better if Superman was completely darkened and transformed into a member of the nightmare. His powerful body can accomplish many things in reality.
For example, murder? Arson? In short, there are so many ways to spread fear, you just have to choose.
"Well, it seems that this is a good idea." The old lady nodded. She picked up the large bowl of kryptonite on the side, as if she planned to use it as a weapon: "Then Superman, we have answered your doubts, and now the new game begins.
Alright, are you ready?"
The crowd raised their hands one after another, and the kryptonite in their hands became even brighter.