Chapter 467 A hearty sleep
But even so, it can't change Yongmian's selfishness.
"I'm looking for a place where I can be reborn."
Yongmian looked at the calm water of the coffee and said, "It's such a long time."
"I know clearly that my body is dead."
"I took away all the wizards and Muggles, except Grindelwald."
"He should be the one to end this absurdity," Yongmian sighed, "but he seems to quite support me as the king."
"He didn't lay a hand on me until I dragged away all my life."
"I wanted to be a dragon on the path of a brave man, but he chose to become a descendant of the dragon."
What a wonderful fate.
John was silent.
Grindelwald?
That dangerous person that even the Witch King didn't want to release.
Everything was calculated, including HYDRA and the subsequent S.H.I.E.L.D.
Grindelwald is the only prophet in the world besides the Witch-King.
He was as scary, even in John's opinion, as the purple sweet potato guy who wanted to snap his fingers randomly.
The title of God of Trickery should be given to that guy.
Hearing Eternal Sleep say that Grindelwald was loyal, John didn't know how to react.
"Maybe he just wants you to experience his pain." John pointed out.
Yongmian paused and smiled with relief, "Maybe, I once exiled him, and he might also want to make the Witch King never rest in peace in the false world."
"But it's too late."
Yongmian looked at John, "Your arrival tells me that the Witch King in your universe is powerful."
"Strength comes first, and losers should quit."
He put down the cup and said, "Enjoy the night here. You haven't slept in a long time, right?"
"Just think of it as a sound sleep. When you wake up, you will never stop again."
"Until death."
John listened to Yongmian's words and complained: "It doesn't sound like a blessing at all."
Yongmian smiled and said, "Maybe it's a curse."
John was noncommittal, and Eternal Sleep had disappeared.
At the same time, the world of eternal sleep is moving again.
But this time, it seemed that a voice appeared in everyone's mind.
"Hello, innocent person dragged into this world."
"Here, I will give you two choices."
"Choose to stay in this world and indulge in beautiful dreams, or to walk out of here and return to your own reality."
Roman Day, who was accompanying his wife in his dream, had many memories pouring out of his mind.
It's all about his experiences in the real world.
There was war there, and there were powerful beings that nearly destroyed Xandar.
But there, it is more about having everything you love.
Eric also had flashbacks in his mind.
He saw his own failure, his failure in seizing power.
He looked at Pepper, his eyes full of reluctance.
Should you leave or stay here?
Maybe their bodies had already decayed, or maybe only a few seconds had passed outside.
Everyone stopped and looked at the people around them.
They got married and started a family here, and met their Mr. Right.
There are also families here, they are neat and tidy, but without the worries of life.
Their biggest worry is how to explain to their wives why there is less beer when they come home.
It may also be a matter of what kind of makeup is more appropriate when you go out.
outside world?
There are bosses blaming me and life pressures that are so heavy that they can kill me.
My father’s medical bills are spent and my mother is in a nursing home.
Various situations are accumulating in my mind.
John also received this message.
He murmured to himself: "Are you prepared to leave the choice to others to decide whether to continue your selfishness?"
John is leaving here.
He believed firmly.
Even if the vote I have to cast will cause the world to fall apart, I will still choose this way.
This is not your own world.
They have one day to make their choice.
Whether it’s saying goodbye to your family, gathering together to pray, or just pampering yourself for the last time.
It's everyone's choice.
John was in the wizarding city, and he expected to see an argument, but there was none.
It was as if the people here couldn't hear Yongmian's words, and everyone was still preparing for tonight's festival.
John walked into the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and the owner with the name of Aibo warmly entertained everyone.
John asked for a glass of wine, "Didn't you hear that sound?"
"Voice?" Boss Aibo laughed, "You are talking about the voice of the Witch King, right?"
"Of course we follow our king." Boss Aibo said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Where the Witch King is, that's the magical country."
"Even if it means death, I will follow him."
"My Great Aunt Hannah has been telling me about that coveted leader since before the age of magical law began."
Boss Aibo said wistfully: "He did it, didn't he?"
"Even if we let him down so much."
John took a sip of wine and raised the corners of his mouth, "Yeah, he did it."
In an era of Muggle uprisings that annoyed wizards, the Witch King brought peace to the world.
Yongmian may have heard all this, so he chose to let everyone follow him into the dream of eternal sleep.
At the last moment of his life, the Witch King experienced the failure of his power and still chose to make his last effort.
Boss Aibo sneaked close to John and said in a low voice: "Actually, I know that he is always here."
"Sometimes I thought he would go into that room and drink, I just didn't know."
Boss Aibo pointed to a room with people hanging on it.
John wanted to go over and take a look, but Boss Aibo stopped him.
Boss Aibo looked at the messy walls of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, the only clean and yellowed photo.
There were ten people inside.
The Witch King and his friends were sitting in a room in the Leaky Cauldron, with smiles on their faces and glasses in their hands.
John looked at the photo and said, "I shouldn't just assume that all Johns have the same experience as me."
He looked at those experiences he had never had before, with a trace of longing in his eyes.
This is probably why the selfish Witch King still loves his people.
John paid for the drink and left.
Boss Aibo will take off the photo frame and wipe it carefully.
In this eternal world, it seems that only this photo will change with time.
But everyone will take care of this photo.
The day passed quickly.
Everyone made their choice.
Whether to stay or to leave.
John sat on the wall of the Wizarding City, watching the rising sun.
"I will fulfill my promise."
The voice sounded.
John slowly disappeared behind the city wall.
The memory of the choice will also disappear along with the choice.
The wizard city has returned to its former glory.
John woke up in the Nova Corps building and took the stone off his forehead.
John, who hadn't slept for a long time, stretched.
"What a restful sleep."
There is also Roman Day who has the same moves as him.
The two people looked at each other.
Roman Day hesitated and said: "Who are you?"
A white light flashed by, and John silently put away his wand, "I'm sorry, you should continue to sleep for a while."
The city is recovering, but some people never wake up.
John was walking in the city as if the whole city was waking up.
He came to his spaceship and found Palu already up and doing his work.
John didn't find anything wrong.
After all, there seems to be no difference between being squeezed in a dream and being squeezed in reality.
"Okay, I'm really going home this time."
John entered the coordinates belonging to the earth and glanced at Aurelion who was still sleeping.
after awhile.
Aurelion covered his head and lay in his position, aggrieved.
It seems that it has no self-awareness of its own appearance.
John looked out into space and said, "I do miss my friends."
Silverhand 2017 started the warp engine and disappeared.
Shortly after the spacecraft departed.
A huge spaceship appears.
When Roman Dai woke up from his sleep, he saw everyone in the Nova Corps entering emergency preparations for battle.
He didn't know why, so he grabbed a soldier and asked.
"Sir, there is an alien fleet attacking Xandar."
"Boom!"
The building shook.
Roman Day ran out and pushed open the window.
I saw the Chitauri flying in the sky.
And the four people who broke through the Nova Corps spaceship queue and came down.
Despair grips the planet.
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