The codename The First Dream sounded pretty wild and cool, but its era had long since passed. It was the dream of the gods, an outdated dream.
It sounded a little contradictory, because dreams were often associated with aspirations and were inherently forward-looking and prophetic. As for the lingering glory of the past? That did not seem like something that could be called a dream at all. It should be called a memory.
If someone dreamed of nothing but their past glory every day, that would be utterly tragic. What kind of life made a person capable of doing nothing but reminiscing about the past?
And The First Dream Big Cat had mentioned was just such a tragic dream. People hardly spoke of it anymore, because the gods who knew it existed had basically all died. With no gods left to keep dreaming, it could only grow weaker and weaker.
Besides, Su Ming did not want to deal with The First Dream. Not only because it looked like a gigantic triangular eye wrapped in fleshy lumps resembling lips and private parts, but for an even more important reason.
If Daniel's Riddler Index was ten, then Morpheus, Dream of the previous generation, had a Riddler Index of one hundred. The First Dream's Riddler Index was ten thousand.
Whether it was mentally unsound or simply loved being deliberately cryptic, The First Dream was utterly incapable of communicating normally with anyone. Not just people—even other Dreams could not communicate with it.
The many Dreams were actually one entity, all manifestations of Dream, yet relatively independent as well. Whenever they needed to be separate, they naturally became separate. It was a very peculiar state of existence.
But Su Ming had read Dream comics in his previous life. In one story, the many Dreams gathered