"I am willing to give up control of Dream Sand and the entire Dreaming."
"Weaving the most perfect sleep for you, please stop fanning me."
"One more slap and all creatures in the universe will stop dreaming at all!"
Chu Men stepped on the golden quicksand and walked up to Morpheus.
Lifting his chin condescendingly, he flicked his swollen face with his fingers:
"Isn't it the end of the world if you are so sensible? You have to get a slap in the face to be honest."
Chu Men casually took the bag of Dream Sand.
Divine Temple's [Absolute Spiritual Imprint] was directly burned into Morpheus's eyebrows along the fingertips:
"I heard that your family's name is 'The Endless'. Apart from you who is in charge of dreaming, how many brothers and sisters do you have?"
Morpheus, who had just put on the dark red brand, trembled all over, lowered his head and answered honestly:
"Back to the master, there are seven people in our family. In addition to me, there are eldest brother Destiny, second sister Death, fourth brother Destruction, and Despair, Desire and Delirium..."
Morpheus was kneeling in the golden sand, his head almost touching the ground.
Chu Men hooked the leather bag filled with Dreaming Sand with his index finger and tossed it up and down.
"The whole family sounds like they are involved in funerals and psychiatrists. There are not many serious names."
Chu Men turned around and raised his hand toward the terrace outside the void crack.
"Xiaolu, merge this sandy area into Divine Temple Maintenance Department and give him a work permit."
Lucifer immediately got in from the other side of the crack, took out a dark red metal iron plate with a smile, and hung it directly on Morpheus's neck.
"Brother, it's not easy to make ends meet. From now on, you will be under my control, Maintenance Squad."
Lucifer patted Morpheus's swollen right cheek and lowered his voice.
"Remember, when the master is sleeping, even mosquitoes need to be reported when they breathe."
Morpheus shrunk his neck, holding the iron plate in both hands and nodded repeatedly.
"Understood, Lucifer Director, the villain will never dare to do it again."
Chu Men walked back to the top terrace of One God Temple and lay back on the black silk beach chair.
He shook the gold sand leather bag in his hand and stared at Morpheus kneeling by the pool with his pure black eyes.
"Since you control the dreams of all living beings in the universe."
"In other words, no matter where the old rat is hiding, as long as he closes his eyes and takes a nap, his brain will enter your territory?"
Morpheus quickly took two steps to the side of the recliner to answer.
"Return to the master, as long as there are creatures with conscious and subconscious fluctuations."
"Even if ancient Demon God is sleeping in the gap between dimensions, as long as it falls into sleep, its mind will inevitably be connected to Dreaming."
"That's a good relationship. It saves me having to go through all the troubles in different dimensions to find someone."
Chu Men raised the corners of his mouth and snapped his fingers.
[Power of Idealism] Follow the golden sand bag in his hand and pour it directly into the underlying center of the entire Dreaming.
"The most annoying thing in my previous life was being forced by my boss to do the year-end summary."
"Now that I am the boss, this blessing must be shared by all the gods and demons in the universe."
Chu Men stretched out a finger and touched Morpheus's eyebrows.
The office cubicle and the reminder sound in my past life memory.
There are also all the forms that can never be changed and are sent over.
"Build me an infinite grid room in Dreaming."
"From now on, everyone in Multiverse will have second thoughts about me, One God Temple."
"Or if you hide in a coffin and pretend to be dead and don't come to worship the gods and demons on the mountain, as long as you dare to close your eyes, you will be dragged into a cubicle for me to do PPT."
Morpheus was stunned for a moment. After digesting the extra modern workplace vocabulary in his mind, cold sweat dripped down his chin.
"Master, how do you determine the assessment standards?"
"The standard is that 10 million pages of quarterly report PPT on 'How to Praise God Chu Men' must be handed over every minute."
Chu Men grabbed a grape from the table and threw it into his mouth, chewing it until the juice splashed everywhere.
"The font spacing is wrong by one millimeter, redo it." "The color scheme is not colorful enough black, redo it." "If the KPI is not up to standard, just use Spiritual Imprint to shock their souls and brains."
"When will they stop vomiting in their dreams and crawl to Gotham in person to kowtow to me and hand over the surrender letter? When will they be allowed to get off work?"
Constantine next to him almost dropped the broom in his hand and whispered to Asmodena.
"My dear mother, drag the devils to write PPT? This is a hundred times more vicious than throwing them into the holy pool and boiling them."
Asmodena huddled under the black umbrella and touched his chest which had re-condensed after being transformed into a pendant.
"Shut up. Fortunately, I surrendered early, otherwise I would be adjusting the fonts in the cubicle now."
Morpheus did not dare to neglect and raised his hands to urge Dreamstone.
"Obide by God's decree! Dream reconstruction...[Multiverse Endless 8 A.M. Reporting Meeting], start!"
Buzz...!
The invisible ripples of dreams follow the subconscious ocean and sweep through three thousand subsidiary dimensions and Endless Abyss in one second.
At the same time.
Twenty thousand meters under the sea in Earth's Bermuda Triangle, there is a bronze coffin that has been sealed for 100,000 years.
The deep-sea evil god "Dagon", a branch of Great Old Ones who once ruled the prehistoric ocean, is sleeping and recuperating on Coral Throne.
He was originally dreaming that he had swallowed up the entire human civilization.
Wow!
The deep sea and flesh and blood in the dream were suddenly torn apart, turning into a pale office with buzzing lights.
Dagon's 100-meter-long body covered with fish scales and tentacles.
He was forced into a tight black cheap suit, and a squeaky plastic swivel chair sat under his butt.
In front of him was a broken computer with a green screen.
[Ding dong! You have a 10 million page quarterly report PPT that has not been completed, and there are still thirty seconds before the deadline!]
A reminder sound sounded in Dagon's mind.
Immediately afterwards, a virtual supervisor who looked like Chu Men came over and slapped Dagon on the head with a steel ruler.
"Why is the conversion rate this quarter zero?"
"I want colorful black. What do you mean by giving me deep sea blue?"
"Do it again! Don't wake up until you finish it!"
Zila...!
The terrifying dark red mental current followed the chair and penetrated directly into Dagon's brain core!
"Horrrr! What kind of evil magic is this?!"
"This is Lord of the Deep. What is PPT?! What is granular alignment?!"
Dagon struggled wildly in his dream, with eight tentacles smashing on the keyboard, but he couldn't close the pop-up window.
At the same time, the remaining charred roots of the Norse mythology World Tree.
Egyptian Underworld The underlying Mummy Pyramid.
Even Ancient God Crater at the edge of the Orion cantilever.
Hundreds of them are trying to avoid the sharp edge of Chu Men.
The ancient gods and demons who deliberately sealed their coffins and fell into deep suspended animation.
They were all caught in the same cubicle in a dream!
"Why can't the format refresh be used?! Where is my god's thunder Divine Power?!"
"Who can tell me how to merge cells in Excel? Ah - my soul is about to burst!"
"Let me out! I won't pretend to be dead! I'm going to pay the protection fee! Please don't let me change the 18th version of the plan again!!"