131 The Worst Of Nightmares V

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Chapter 126: The Worst Of Nightmares V

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The ghastly figure was just waiting in darkness with barely any movement, and that went on for the entire night until Ian came down, instantly catching the hazy figure.

Ian frowned, eyeing him for a minute before walking up to him and taking a seat next to him. It was very early in the morning, so the coffee have yet to open.

A cup of coffee appeared in Ian's hand as he took a sip, causing a refreshed smile to emerge on his vibrant face, "God, I missed coffee, but I had missed the girls more... Last night was... Phew."

He stroked his chin for a minute or so, having a vibrant smile on his face, finally able to relax a little, "Want one? Coffee, I mean."

The hazy figure shook his head, gazing at Ian with a strange expression. The being next to Ian looked a bit odd, solely attired in what looked like a piece of black cloth, hiding the entirety of his body.

Only his deadly pale face could be seen. He looked like a dead body as if blood doesn't flow through his vines.

His hair was wavy and unkempt, but most importantly, his eyes were black only having a white hue in the center.

Ian shrugged, taking sips of coffee while waiting for the man to speak. It took the odd man a while to speak, only after staring at Ian for a long while.

"You're the worst of nightmares. You're also the best of dreams." The man spoke hoarsely, almost in an inquiring tone. Even he doesn't seem to understand something about his words.

"That... That sounds poetic. I like it," Ian let out a chuckle, very much loving the phrase, so he introduced himself, "Ian Rose. It's pleasure to meet you."

"Morpheus," The man also introduced himself gracefully, "What are you?"

"What am I huh? Not Who am I... I've been asked such question before. I'm... You know, I was gonna make a joke, but I suddenly don't feel like it." Ian's fingers tapped on the table as if by instinct as he went into a daze.

"You still don't know... Is it your dream to know?" Morpheus wondered.

"My dream? Not exactly. I certainly want to know, but it's not a dream of mine." Ian shook his head, feeling thoughtful.

"Is it because you do not dream?" Morpheus continued to question with pure curiosity.

"Huh?" Ian hummed to himself, remaining silent for a while, "Right... I don't dream, and I have no dreams. Mine sought for answers also feels like a necessity. I wonder why?"

He never looked more confused than now. He seemed to be questioning his life all over again.

All of his meditations in Nanda Parbat for peace were seemingly forgotten for a second... The thing able to affect his mental the most was none other than himself, and he fully calmed down soon after.

'Perhaps answers will solve all my doubts, finding what I'm is...' Ian took a deep breath, calming down, and only then did Morpheus wonder.

"What do you think of dreams?"

"Dreams? Never really thought much about it because I never dream but... The thing that comes first to me, knowing how people dream, I just assume that dreams are constrained by themselves or by the dreamer."

Ian thought about it seriously before shaking his head, "But yeah, I don't know much about dreams, so I'd rather not say anything about it."

Morpheus however seemed thoughtful, taking Ian's words very seriously.

"The best of dreams. I have a very good idea of who that may refer to, but the worst of nightmares... I'm curious." It was Ian's time to ask.

"Hm? A lot. Some you've already met. Others, your steps are still far away from, yet you're all thy dream of in the form of a nightmare."

Morpheus recalled their nightmares, making him frown, "You're like a virus, quickly spreading through all the dimensions of existence as a nightmare... And a dream."

"Oh?"And that he was. Somehow all of his enemies never fail to not have nightmares about him. It was a truly spectacular achievement.

Some's nightmares more horrifying than others, "In fact, just this night a new cluster of dreamers faced your nightmare and dreams."

"Dreams? Who in Olympus would have a good dream about me?" Ian came to the most likely conclusion very quickly though he still had doubts. He was nothing but a nightmare to them after all.

"Love, lust, challenge, desire, friendship..." Morpheus murmured with an odd look. In fact, even he didn't understand how it happened, yet here we are, "Only two individuals."

"Huh?" Ian was confused, thinking back on the gods of Olympus. Who would have such dreams about him?

'Athena for challenge, friendship perhaps? The rest should all belong to Aphrodite. She may be the only god degenerate enough to have such a dream after a single meeting... It was just a look from afar, right?'

However, a strange look soon emerged on his face as he wondered, "But according to my research on the Pantheons here, Aphrodite is Hephaestus' wife... Well, it's okay. I mean, I'm only cucking him in a dream."

Ian shrugged, making Morpheus inquire, "Do you not have more questions? I would be happy to answer them just like you did to mine."

"No, that's it."

"I thought you'd have more questions because it is answers that you seek. right?" Morpheus let out his doubts.

"The answers I want, you do not have. The methods to get my answers, I already have, so..." Ian shook his head though his words came to a halt, seeing a bat falling towards Morpheus' head.

The bat, however, just went through him as if he didn't exist. The areas it passed by just turned into mist as Morpheus slowly disappeared, "Thank you for the insights. It was a pleasant talk..."

Ian nodded slightly before eyeing the confused Harley with a questioning look, "What was that?"

"Huh? Ah, that, I was just testing whether I can hit ghosts or not." Harley responded, still confused.

Ian laid back on his chair, looking at her strangely, "Really?"

"Of course! I mean you were talking to yourself, but you're like me, very sane, so I knew you were talking to a real ghost! I just wanted to know how my god skull crusher would feel crushing a ghost! Like Ghushhh!"

Harley even jumped around and did a physical representation of what a ghost skull might feel like.

"What if you were actually able to hit the ghost I was talking to? Hmm?" Ian asked further.

"Then great for me?" Harley answered, sounding unsure.

"Of course... Yup, you're really lovely," Ian nodded with a smile before asking, "Harley... Do you dream about me? Do you have nightmares about me? I'm curious."

Harley looked a bit unnatural for a second. Whether it was due to the question or his remark remains unknown, but as usual, she got her composure back after thinking of crushing Multiplex's skull.

"Both... But I can only tell you about one, so listen carefully! It was just the two of us in a zombie world! And listen listen, all we did is crush things all of the day before... That's it."

"Pffft hahahahahah, of course. Such an interesting dream." Ian stood up, looking amused as he shuffled Harley's hair, "I will be away for a few hours. When the girls wake up, tell them to wait for me. We'll have a meeting."

He then vanished, appearing soon later somewhere in the outstrikes of Nanda Parbat, close to where he hid the black rose ring.

A few teleportations later and he found himself standing next to Hephaestus who was eyeing the Bahamut before him, "It will take a long time to elevate to your vision."

"Well, you are a god, so you have a lot of time, and so do I," Ian responded, still fascinated by the colossal thing before him, and he was especially thankful for the fact that the Roses got information about where it's held.

"It'll also require a lot of material and effort." Hephaestus further added.

"Which will be provided by the generosity of the gods." Ian nodded, quite happy. He even wanted to thank Hera yet again.

"By a lot of material, I mean a significant portion. You'll be hated more by the gods." The god of the forge warned.

"I'm already hated, so what's a little bit more hatred gonna be? More nightmares for them, but absolutely no effect on me." Ian let out a gentle laugh, imagining their nightmares.

"I... This might just be the most ambitious project I've worked on to date," Hephaestus' eyes shone with a bit of passion, "I'll do my best."

"Great! This was the charity of a secret whatever facility under the government, so be careful with it alright."

Ian suddenly had a thought, eyeing the spaceship with a bit of amusement, "If superman knew... He'd be mad, right? Nah, he's too kind." He shrugged and went back to business.