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Impossible, this must be an illusion!

Li Ang's eyelids twitched violently, and he looked around the room, trying to find an opening.

"Still hard to accept? Feel like I'm still in a dream?"

Professor Jun seemed to have guessed what Li Ang was thinking, and said calmly: "The construction of dreams must also follow objective laws. You can pick a book from the shelf at will, open the pages,

If this is still a dream, then there should be a lake above it. "

After all, he gestured to the nurses.

The nurses hesitated for a moment, but they still stepped forward to help Li Ang unfasten the restraint uniform of the same style as Hannibal in the movie "The Silence of the Lambs".

"Please."

Professor Jun spread his palms, Li Ang was silent for a moment, got up and came to the bookcase, closed his eyes and took a book casually, it was Jung's "Integration of Personality".

"It does have logical and clear text in it, right?"

Professor Jun said: "In addition to this, there is this."

He taps the tablet, and the second segment plays.

This room is still on the screen. Li Ang, who was wearing a white surgical gown, sat on a chair, took a deep breath, and calmly said to the camera: "My name is Li Ang, and the time is August [-]th. If you see this, That proves that my memory has been reset again."

"In the past few months, my auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, and hallucinations have intensified, and none of the drugs on the market are effective.

In the words of the medical team, the hippocampus and other parts of my brain are not injured. On the contrary, they are highly active, and once I relax, they will continue to revise, falsify, and even fabricate memories.

When it was severe, my brain was completely disordered. One second I was watering flowers in a nursing home, and the next second I appeared in the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

Wearing only underwear, cloak, and boots, holding a long sword and shield, the yellow sand under his feet is mixed with the teeth, blood, and nails of countless generations of fighters.
Amidst the cheers of thousands of spectators, the stone gate in the far distance opened slowly, and a lion with a scar on his face stepped out and walked towards me.

Everything is so real.

The last second I was lying on the hospital bed, listening to the doctor team discuss the treatment plan,

In the next second, I became the commander of the galaxy starship, commanding countless warships, fighting to the death with the alien fleet two light minutes away.

High-energy light beams fly across, whirlwind torpedoes bombard indiscriminately,
This battle determines the life and death of two races and two civilizations, and thousands of soldiers die for it every minute and every second. "

Li Ang's voice gradually softened, his eyes were lost, and he seemed to be still immersed in that memory.

"Dreams, or hallucinations, are not always regular,"

He came back to his senses and continued: "The brain cannot create anything beyond cognition. The material of dreams comes from reality. Once the material provided by reality is not enough, the dream will become chaotic and disorderly.

Sometimes, I'll have some... outlandish, even creepy dreams.

Huge and endless dilapidated warehouses, musty old houses, deserted dead cities, wells extending deep into the heart of the earth, and terrifying monsters that cannot be described in words.

The frequency of nightmares is getting higher and higher. Because the dreams are too real, the pain caused in them, including death, will also be brought back to the real world. …

According to the doctors, if no measures are taken, even if I don't die from the excessive hormones secreted in my head, I will reach the threshold of psychological endurance and completely collapse.

Become a vegetative state, or even worse, such as being immersed in a nightmare of despair forever, unable to extricate yourself.

Therefore, the team of doctors headed by Professor Jun thought of a way, that is, to create a strong personality, enough to break free from the nightmare and regain consciousness.

In order to achieve this effect, like playwrights and novelists, they will design a complex script, which will be continuously instilled into me in a normal state in the form of words, pictures, and music.

I think day by day and dream at night. After reading the script, I will have corresponding dreams and create a complete world.

As the protagonist, Li Ang, in the dream, will go through a typical "hero's journey" as sorted out in "The Hero with a Thousand Faces".

First, he lived an ordinary life, but was suddenly attacked by accident and forced to embark on a journey.During this period, they gain friendship and love, experience difficulties and obstacles, defeat villains, become heroes, and gain personality sublimation.

The hero Leon overcame difficulties unimaginable to ordinary people, possessed incomparably confident spiritual power, enough to get rid of nightmares and return to the real world,
Then rely on the strong willpower to maintain the focus all the time, so as to suppress the urge of the brain's delusions. "

He paused, smiled wryly and said, "In a while, I will go to the operating room to inject anesthesia and sleep for more than 72 hours to complete the whole dream.

Wish me luck and wish you luck too. "

At this point, Professor Jun took a deep breath, crossed his hands and said, "This is why you are here.

You are called, Leon. "

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Li Ang was silent for a long time, digesting the huge amount of information.

He instinctively refused to believe it, but the unresponsive Weiyuan matter and thought power, as well as the memory fragments that appeared out of thin air in his mind, foreshadowed a terrible fact——

It's true.

He really is a "created" character.Past life is all fiction
"time."

Li Ang raised his head abruptly and said: "It is said that it is August 72th, but it is already October. According to the report, it only takes about [-] hours to sleep.

how do you explain "

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Professor Jun heard the words and played the third paragraph silently.

It was still Li Ang who appeared on the screen. He was wearing a green hospital gown, looking sluggish, squatting in the corner of the bedroom, covering his forehead with his hands, repeating: "This is not true, I want to go back, I want to go back."

Professor Jun swiped his finger to play the fourth paragraph.

Li Ang stood on the bed in the bedroom with sunken eyes and a mad expression. Holding the book as a weapon, he shouted at the nurse, "I am the apostle, I am the apocalypse, and all rebels should die!"

In the fifth paragraph, Li Ang's expression is indifferent, and he walks barefoot in the restaurant of the nursing home.The surrounding nurses tried to stop him, but he punched him one by one and easily knocked him to the ground.

Paragraph six, paragraph seven.
"The process of summoning heroes is not all smooth sailing. The complexity of dreams is far beyond our imagination. The scripts often go beyond our control and produce mutations, resulting in different 'Leon's' being summoned."

Professor Jun sighed: "We repeated it seven times, tried different world views, scripts, characters, and plot tone, and constantly arranged and combined them, all of which failed.

'Leon' are either weak and cowardly, just want to go back to the dreamland, or cruel and bloodthirsty, rebellious against society, or insensitive, and don't care about their own life or death.

Every reboot, we'll play these to you to remind you of your own protagonist's identity.

But every time you hibernate, you also keep weakening your personality—like the Ship of Theseus.

You are our eighth and quite possibly our last hope. "