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Dream had arrived, sooner than expected.

During one of Donnie's deliberate naps, he easily met Dream.

In this bizarre world, countless things were twisted and ever-changing, with no fixed forms—only indescribable strangeness and deformity.

"Your taste really seems questionable." Donnie surveyed his surroundings and spoke calmly.

A fawn ran past Donnie, then transformed into a highway in the blink of an eye, leaving him speechless.

Did the Dream World specialize in bad jokes too?

"When you have time, take a look around Dream or Nightmare. You'll find something there that suits your tastes."

An absurdly flamboyant man approached with a gentle expression. His flowing white hair drifted behind him, his white clothes billowed, and his face bore an air of compassion for all living things that easily inspired goodwill.

This was Donnie's first time meeting Dream, yet his expression remained utterly calm.

"Tell me. What exactly do you want from me? If this is just an introduction, I swear I'll tear down this damned Dream World." Donnie said.

Dream merely shook his head. "It would be useless even if you did. This dream was only temporarily created by me, and its raw materials were taken from living beings in the Multiverse."

Donnie said nothing, merely staring at Dream with tense muscles, ready to turn hostile at any moment.

He could sense that, if he wanted to, he could break through this layer of dream at any time. The AllSpark had always maintained a close connection with Donnie, enough to ignore any illusion or falsehood.

Dream did not seem to care. He calmly sat down. Beneath him, countless bizarre scenes flashed past, while indescribably strange creatures wandered about—beings unique to dreams.

"I came to invite you to join Dream," Dream said.

"I have my own world to protect. I have no