The old black dragon stared at Dole, the light in his eyes brightening by the slightest bit, though he still could not confirm whether the one before him was truly Dole.
He asked tentatively, "What idealism and materialism? I can't make sense of it. Just tell me—what should I do?"
Dole swept a glance around and said, "This world was created from your memories. Everything here is arranged according to them. Judging by how real it seems, you must have a deep impression of this place. Think carefully—are there any places here you've never been, or creatures you've never seen?"
The old black dragon did not know whether Dole was real or fake, but upon hearing this, he immediately thought of something.
His memories were not all-powerful either. There were many places he had never visited. He immediately grew wary and said, "If you're a nightmare, then once you learn the locations of those places, wouldn't I become a sinner of Black Dragon Valley if you strike at it in the future?"
Dole's mouth twitched. Hadn't this old black dragon already given up on himself? Why was he suddenly so righteous now?
He let out a breath, then explained, "That's not what I mean. I mean, for every place you've never been, imagine it all as toilets—reeking to high heaven, with maggots crawling everywhere. Then go take a look at those places."
The old black dragon froze. "That works too?"
Dole nodded and said with the calm air of an old master, "Why wouldn't it? Now imagine what those elders look like when they're usually loafing around. The lazier, the better. It'll make things easier for us."
The old black dragon believed Dole a little more now, because these were all practical methods.
Just as he was about to act,