Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 75 Guessing about the Dreamland
[That means following idealism in the dreamland. 】

Wilson pondered, feeling a little emotional.

[This is really a magical world. It seems that I guessed right before. This place is closely related to dreams. 】

Speaking, Wilson remembered something, and frowned slightly.

[Zom, I remember the artist mentioned the gods in the dreamland... Are there really gods in the dreamland?What would they look like, could they be monsters? 】

As a native flower-growing rabbit, Wilson certainly has no religion, and naturally he does not believe in the existence of gods in the world.

Even if there is, it is estimated that it is just some kind of super powerful existence.

Ultraman can also be regarded as a god-like existence to a certain extent. If the first generation came to the ancient earth, someone would definitely establish the Giant Cult.

Even modern times are not without it, for example Namo Tiga Ultraman Buddha...

So subconsciously, he did not worship those dream gods as gods, but subconsciously analyzed and thought about what these dream gods were.

It is not that there are no monsters pretending to be gods to deceive the world.

Besides, so what if it is a real god, isn't it very popular to kill gods now?

As the saying goes, as long as the blood bar is on, even a god will kill you.

It can be said that Wilson did not fear God at all.

[Insufficient information, unable to judge]

Zhuo Mu replied without wavering.

But these couldn't stop Wilson's interest.

[I think the power of Ultraman seems to be quite idealistic, and it feels a bit like Dreamland. 】

As we all know, in the Ultraman series, whenever they encounter danger, as long as they strengthen their beliefs, or have the support of other companions/friends/little girls, etc., they will eventually burst into an extremely powerful battle. strength through danger.

The strength of strength depends on the strength of belief.

Looking at it this way, it is similar to Dreamland, more idealistic.

[The power of Ultraman is not idealism, the belief itself is an extremely powerful force, even when human beings firmly believe that they can do it, they can always create miracles. 】

[The Kingdom of Light is committed to the development of technology and upholds materialism.Even belief is just a powerful energy, which can make Ultraman break through the limit.The reason why Ultra fighters have great strength is also derived from hard training. 】

Dorm explained.

Wilson looked like he had seen a ghost.

He didn't believe Droam's nonsense at all.

If materialism is really followed, then Ultraman cannot be a real existence, okay? Just the fact that ordinary human beings can transform into a giant like Ultraman is already outrageous to the extreme.

of course……

It is also possible that the materialism understood by the Kingdom of Light and the materialism that humans think are not the same thing at all.

After all, it is simply a fantasy to speculate on higher life forms from the perspective of ordinary human beings.

From physiology, technology and even philosophy, it is impossible to compare.

Wilson still remembers that when he transformed into Ultraman Tiga, the whole world looked completely different to him.

Even if he changed back to a human body, sometimes he would think from the perspective of light.

There are extremely complicated things involved here, and Wilson couldn't figure it out for a while.Nor can Zhuomu explain it clearly in a few words.

He quickly gave up dwelling on it and changed the subject.

[If I dream here that I can transform into Shining Tiga, will I really have the power of Shining Tiga? 】

[Insufficient data, unable to analyze, but this world is essentially constructed by subconsciousness and imagination, and the reality shown is to some extent just a castle in the air, and it cannot truly manifest the power of Ultra. 】

Wilson wasn't too disappointed either.

This is also similar to what he guessed.If people in this world can really build such a powerful force with their imagination, then the entire system of Dreamland will probably collapse.

Among other things, if someone fantasizes that he is a god, it is impossible for a god to appear in the dreamland.

But it is more likely that ordinary people can't imagine how powerful God is, and they don't know how strong He can be, so they can't appear in dreams at all.

Wilson speculates that the limit to which Dreamland can turn dreams into reality probably won't exceed the level of the so-called dream gods.

Of course, these are just his guesses.

He still knows too little about the Dreamland.

Wilson took the initiative to chat with the painter in front of him:
"Are you familiar with Dreamland?"

"Basically." The painter said, "I mentioned to you before that because the ghouls have less and less food in the waking world, the underground populations are multiplying more and more. Many of them have moved to the phantom world. Here in the dreamland, after all, the food here is more abundant."

"I also come here with them sometimes, this is a more wonderful and vivid world. I like it here."

"Really?" Wilson pretended to be casually chatting with the painter, apparently to pass the time, but in fact he silently pondered all the useful information in it.

Before he knew it, a dim yellow light suddenly appeared in front of Wilson's eyes.

It came from the front hole.

The ghoul yelped twice in front of it.

The painter also said happily: "The front is here."

Soon, Wilson stepped on a flat piece of land, and a dim yellow light came in from nowhere, barely illuminating the place.

There are huge gravels here, and there are many holes around them. They just drilled out of one of the holes.

Wilson patted the dirt on his hands, and was taken aback as soon as he raised his head.

Many heads protruded in front of his eyes, their bald and ugly faces were like big hairless dogs mixed with human faces.

These ghouls surrounded him curiously, murmured one after another, and looked at him inquiringly.

What made him speechless was that there were still many ghouls trying to reach out and pinch him, or just stretched out their fingers to poke him.

【Zomu, do they want to eat me? 】

Wilson's eyes twitched.

【That's not true, they just think you smell good, but it's true that they want to lick you. 】

According to the language he deciphered, Zhuom faithfully relayed the careful thoughts of the surrounding ghouls to the host.

Wilson turned green again.

Fortunately, in the end, the artist dragged and tugged to save him from a bunch of curious ghouls, murmuring and explaining as he tugged.

This allowed the ghouls to release them.

Wilson looked at the painter with great gratitude, wishing to say to him—you are my God!

(End of this chapter)