The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 4613 The Day of Brightest Day (72)

Chapter 4613 The Day of Brightest Light (Seventy-Two)

Many were captivated by Charles's beauty, but Joseph was clearly not one of them. Many dared not look into Charles's blue eyes, but Joseph's reason for not daring to do so was different from the others—to look directly into the mind of a psychic like Charles Xavier, to establish a mental connection with him, to peer into his spiritual world, was tantamount to confronting an ancient god for any psychic.

Schiller could probably imagine what he saw. Charles's spiritual body was incredibly vast. The first time he saw it, it was as if the entire Earth was being held in his arms.

“Calm down, kid,” Charles said. “For a skilled hacker, breaking into the Pentagon isn’t difficult; the real challenge is getting away unscathed. That’s the essence of mental abilities, isn’t it?”

Good heavens, upon hearing this, Constantine became alert, and the bat-cat's fur stood on end.

This might sound reasonable, but the key point is that if we consider the human brain as a computer and psychics as hackers, then the most terrifying thing is that some extremely powerful hackers can come and go freely without leaving a trace. This means you don't know when they arrived, what they changed, or whether they've been manipulating you all along. Charles must be powerful enough to reach that level, and he may have already done this, otherwise he wouldn't have this realization.

It can only be said that his youthful appearance has indeed changed Charles's mindset; he's really stopped pretending.

Joseph, however, remained there, nodding thoughtfully. Schiller quickly broke the tense atmosphere, saying, "Try this."

He handed him the helmet, and although Joseph hadn't put it on yet, he seemed to understand what it was for. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't really want to rely on external forces. I mean, if I become too dependent on this thing, I might not be able to adapt if it's gone someday."

"Don't worry, the helmet is very reliable. You don't have the kind of friend who would try to destroy your brainwave amplifier just because they don't want to talk to you all the time, right?"

Schiller knew without a second thought who Joseph was thinking of. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Tell your dad it's expensive. He'll take good care of it."

Joseph's worries vanished instantly. Deathstroke had many flaws, and he was overly controlling as a father. He might not allow Joseph to be exposed to such dangerous things, but he had only one redeeming quality: his love of money.

He used to really hate it when Joseph wore headphones. Joseph knew he must have thought about secretly breaking them. However, after seeing his Amazon shopping history and discovering that those specialized monitoring headphones were incredibly expensive, even exceeding their weight in gold, breaking them would be no different from burning money, he completely abandoned the idea.

Then, there was nothing more to prepare. Everyone else sat on the sofa next to the coffee table, and the bat-cat jumped onto the coffee table and said, "Close your eyes and clear your mind. Don't open your eyes no matter what you hear or see. We'll be there soon."

Everyone did as instructed. Schiller felt a momentary drowsiness, heard the sound of cat footsteps and soft purring, and was then enveloped in a warm, furry touch, as if he had suddenly fallen into a large group of cats. It seemed that the Dream of a Thousand Cats was going well.

Schiller was awakened by a loud bang. He opened his eyes to see Constantine slamming a figure to the ground with a box. Schiller had no time to react; instinct drove him forward, drawing his gun and firing.

boom!

Schiller saw that the gun in his hand was his most familiar Glock 19. Having equipment made things much easier.

After firing the first shot, the thing on the ground could still move, so Schiller had to fire another shot. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the thing was a zombie!

Like Amanda who later turned into a zombie, these undead had dark gray skin, eyes that were completely filled with black energy, and their bodies were obviously enhanced. They were also baring their teeth and looked quite scary.

Schiller immediately understood what was happening—the Black Death Emperor had invaded the Dream Kingdom!

Although it's still unknown how he did it, it's estimated that Batman's evacuation plan went awry, causing the Black Death Emperor's power to follow them to the Dream Kingdom and corrupt it.

This was indeed a major problem, Schiller realized immediately. After all, the one hanging on the wall was the Black Death Emperor himself. Bruce's risky actions had allowed the Black Death Emperor to successfully enter the real universe, meaning he could now unleash his power without restraint, no longer hindered by the cosmic barrier.

After all, the Black Death Emperor is a mysterious being on a multiverse level, and he partially controls the rules of death and decay. His full power is terrifying.

Moreover, it's likely that neither Batman nor Jack the Joker were prepared for this. The Black Death Emperor's power erupted completely, and the entire Dream Kingdom suffered.

Logically, someone hung on the wall shouldn't be able to move. However, since Batman's consciousness could leave, the Black Emperor might have been able to unleash all his power at the last moment. It's fortunate that the Black Emperor couldn't move afterward, otherwise Batman wouldn't have been just trapped.

Schiller realized that he and Constantine appeared to be on the second floor of a building. He heard noises coming from downstairs, gave Constantine a look, and, gun in hand, approached the door, looking towards the stairwell.

Before he could even look, a huge vine shot straight through the door. Schiller dodged to the side, and Constantine suddenly waved his hand, causing flames to erupt from the floor.

But the mutated plants were not afraid of fire. Schiller shouted, "Holy light or holy water!"

Constantine didn't hesitate either. He pulled a wooden crucifix with a sharpened lower half from his pocket, first planting it in the ground, then slamming the Bible down on the floor. As the pages turned and prayers were recited, the room began to fill with a bright and warm energy.

It was clear that this power did not completely suppress the power of death, but the power of death also disliked it. The vine quickly retracted.

Schiller heard another noise, which he determined was his teammates' footsteps. He opened the door again and called downstairs, "Life Force! Charles!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a dense white light exploded, and the entire house collapsed with a deafening roar. Schiller and Constantine also crashed heavily onto the street. When the dust settled, Charles, his body radiating white light, slowly withdrew his power, while all those beings corrupted by the power of death were reduced to ashes in the white light.

“I need more,” Charles shouted. “Tell me roughly what kind of power!”

“The Spirit of Existence,” Schiller said, “a luminous beast that has slumbered in the center of the Earth for countless years; he is the nemesis of the Black Death Emperor!”

Charles understood, having encountered the Lanterns during the previous multiverse war and knowing roughly how the system worked. He slowly raised a hand, the white light growing brighter and brighter, forming a faint shadow resembling a spirit of existence.

Of course, their appearances are different, but the nature of their powers is similar. This is not because Charles actually possesses the power of White Lantern, but because in the dream realm, mental power can be transformed into any power; as long as the mental power is strong enough, then believing something to be true is believing it to be true.

Charles can use his mental power to create a spirit based on certain information. This spirit is not real; it is merely an embodiment of his mental power, yet it can still suppress the power of the Black Lantern.

Joseph stared in disbelief. He had never imagined that mental power could be used in this way. His methods of attack were simply to invade other people's minds, control their conscious minds, and then manipulate their actions; he had no knowledge of the mental world or mental power.

“No,” Charles said to Joseph. “You don’t need to imitate my actions. The life force is enough. You should use your expertise. Your medium is your eyes. Put on the helmet and see what you can see.”

Joseph nodded. He put on his helmet, focused his attention, and then suddenly let out a scream.

Schiller rushed over and quickly removed the helmet from his head. Joseph knelt on the ground, panting for a long time. When he stood up, blood was streaming from his eyes.

“I’ve connected to a massive consciousness.” Joseph took a deep breath. “Very, very…”

"What is it like?" Schiller asked. "What can you feel? Death? Decay?"

“No, absolutely not,” Joseph insisted. “Very vast and mysterious, but completely unrelated to decay or anything like that. It’s almost like…like God…”

Schiller and Constantine exchanged a glance, and Constantine shook his head, saying, "He couldn't possibly have access to God."

Where is the God of the dream world?

"You mean the Sandman? But isn't he no longer the master of the Dream Realm?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "In a way, he is the dream world itself."

He then turned to Joseph: "Can you communicate with him?"

Joseph shook his head painfully and said, “I can’t even look him in the eye. Once I do, I’ll become one with him and vanish into nothingness.”

Charles simply grabbed the helmet. The bat-cat behind him howled and rammed into him, making him stumble. The bat-cat hissed, "What do you think you're doing!"

“I can give it a try,” Charles said after regaining his footing. “I’m pretty sure I was much stronger than him when I was his age. What he couldn’t do, I can do.”

This sounds incredibly arrogant, but Charles has the right to be. He is the most powerful psychic in the entire Marvel Universe. Other psychics may surpass him in some aspects or at some moments, but he is still the strongest overall.

“And I’m not without my own cards,” Charles said. “He can’t devour me, don’t worry.”

Having said that, he put on the helmet without further ado. This time, unlike Joseph's silent attack, a gust of wind blew everyone away. Charles, at the center of the storm, was like a god descended to earth, facing the master of the dream realm.

After a while, he landed, took off his helmet to catch his breath, and said, "He was sleeping soundly, and I couldn't wake him up. However, I made contact with another consciousness there."

"Who?"

“Jack. He’s trapped.”