Amidst the biting cold wind, Hoffa's hair was covered with ice and snow in the blink of an eye and turned white. He has never been to Antarctica, but the temperature in the Antarctic is probably not lower than here.

"This is...the late Devonian period...the super ice age..."

Silby said tremblingly, the white air forming from his mouth turned into ice slag as soon as it appeared, "The whole world...is covered...by ice and snow, species...species

...Seventy percent extinct..."

"You...you...why did you bring...bring me to these places..." Hoffa asked, also trembling.

"I'm going to...show you...see what...is...is...really harsh!"

In the harsh cold, Silby shivered and said: "You... although you... understand the power of rules, what drives you forward is...

...It is not a responsibility, but your biological instinct, your reproductive nature... If, if that little girl had not died, you might have stopped making progress long ago, if...

.....Without my encouragement, maybe...you...you wouldn't have gotten here at all..."

"Shut...shut...shut...your mouth..."

Hoffa's face was cold, not only from the extremely cold temperature, but also from Silby's merciless dissection of him.

But Silby did not shut up. He continued: "You...you go with the flow and are...are...are...are...moved to accept. When...

...when...you took the initiative to do something, in this...long river of time, you will not...take the initiative to chase fate, or even

Even your two girlfriends...are all slanderous...no doubt...you are afraid of being hurt, but...actually

No matter how you avoid it, harm is everywhere..."

Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up with difficulty in the ice, lifted Sylby, and in the roaring wind, he stammered, "Put it down...let it go...

Fart...fart...fart, I jumped out of your... cage, I came in front of you... Could it be...

Could it be... wasn't I... the one who took the initiative?"

"Is that...active or...forced?"

In the severe cold, Silby's eyebrows were frozen white, but the eyes under his eyebrows were still calm and pure: "Just taking the initiative once...is it enough for you...to brag for a lifetime? You

Have you ever thought about...if I die, if I die...where will you go? Give birth to a bunch of children and watch them...become,

Become... mediocre like you, or... sit on the beach and hope the sun never sets on the horizon..."

Silby's ruthless voice whipped Hoffa's soul, and combined with the endless cold, made his soul tremble.

"What you have done...is far from enough. You are, you are...wasting your time and wasting your life. Your life...is worthless...

...because you never really served the world..."

"asshole....."

The strong air-conditioning made Sylby's face turn as green as ice. Although his words stung Hoffa deeply, he did not dare to let Sylby really freeze to death here. He pulled him in.

Gray shadow world.

He hugged Sylby and knelt on the barren land. The ghost walk blocked them from the severe cold, but it could not remove the heavy ice and snow that had covered them. They were already frozen.

Silby snapped his fingers in Hoffa's arms one last time, bringing them back into the tunnel of time. But this time they did not go any further. Time and space flowed backwards, and the long and mottled time tunnel flashed away.

Pass.

Finally, the cold wind stopped howling, and the temperature on my body gradually rose.

When Hoffa's eyes could see again, he resumed his kneeling posture and returned to the towering Tower of Babel. He returned to 1945 from the distant Paleozoic Era and returned to the presence of the God of Dreams.

If it weren't for the fact that the ice and snow brought back from hundreds of millions of years ago were still melting in front of him, he would have almost thought that he had had a ridiculous dream.

After the temperature rose, Silby finally stopped stuttering and said: "You don't trust the world, and you are talking nonsense to me in your dreams. But the reality is far from what you think. Look at the extinction of these creatures, look at this history

The most horrific disasters in the world. In fact, if there were no such disasters, no one would even show up, and there would be no observations. Compared with this, what is my plan? It’s just a drop in the ocean.”

He said softly: "Life is tougher than you think. I want the world to become a better place. You know what to do, Hoffa, help me!"

Hoffa opened his hand, stood up, and looked at him with a horrified expression: "No... no... that's impossible..."

He couldn't refute Sylby's words, but he didn't even want to help him. If he helped him, the opportunity to get to a familiar future would be completely cut off, and his future would inevitably be another world, a completely unknown world.

"Is that really the case?" Silby said calmly.

"I don't know how to help you, you should find someone else." Hoffa said decisively.

"Aren't you here to defeat me? I'm here now." Silby spread his hands, "Come on, keep going."

Hoffa suddenly became angry. It was the anger of being plotted by the other party, and his stubbornness that was not afraid of boiling water:

"Do you think I'm going to fall down twice in the same pit!? Do you think I'm going to use the Flow Charm in front of you? Like I used the Shield Charm at Hogwarts?"

He said angrily, "How could I use the spell you developed to attack you? Since I returned to this time and space, you have tried every means to make me learn the flow spell, but I'm sorry, I can't use it now!"

Silby was slightly startled, but soon regained his composure.

"That's such a pity. It's a pity that I no longer have time to train another opponent." He murmured: "Since you have seen through my thoughts, then kill me. The ending will be no different. Savior, you win.

.”

After he finished speaking calmly, he sat down and said, lowering his head and leaning on his neck.

Hoffa had a cruel look on his face. He strode forward and put his hand on Sylby's neck, but he couldn't bring himself to break it.

"What for?" Silby raised her head in confusion, "Can't do it? Am I not bad enough?"

Hoffa: "You don't have to do that."

It doesn't have to be like this. Silby looked sarcastic and shook his head: "Let's do it."

Hoffa: "I won't kill you, because those people are controlled by you in the dream. If you die, they will be buried with you."

"Oh, you are worried about this." Silby took out the wand from his pocket and waved it easily, "End it, dreamland."

The God of Dreams in the sky immediately opened his mouth, and endless bubbles floated out of his mouth, flying in all directions and slowly bursting in mid-air.

Silby put down her wand, "I'm done, let's do it."

Hoffa didn't expect Silby to be able to eliminate the dream so neatly. The process went so smoothly that it was almost unimaginable. He hadn't done anything yet, not even said a few words, which made him even more confused about what to do.

Started.

He had stopped the Hogwarts Explosion. The fifty-year imprisonment only helped him resurrect Aglaia. Although he killed Fatir and Chloe, what would happen if he killed Sylby?

, dead, already dead, and he himself is cursed. Even if he is not killed, how long can he last? On this 10,000-meter-high tower, there is no food or water, and I am afraid that he will not be able to last even one day.

Looking at the body that belonged to Chloe, Hoffa seemed to have aged dozens of years. He sighed: "It's over...it's all over."

After saying that, he put down his arm, picked up his wand, and walked out of the platform, intending to leave there.

However, when he reached the edge of the platform 10,000 meters above the ground, a red light appeared quietly on the ground. The light came from the European continent. It was like a firework. After exploding silently, it was very bright.

Return to peace soon.

But Hoffa knew that he was definitely not a firework, because he was standing at a height of more than 10,000 meters, and the fire that could be seen from more than 10,000 meters must have been triggered by a violent explosion.

Then, more firelights burst out from various places on the European continent, silent and dazzling under the night sky. It was like shiny little mushrooms growing out of the ground.

Hoffa suddenly turned around and stared at Silby: "What did you do!?" He had a hundred reasons to suspect that Silby had triggered this series of bombings. After all, he had played tricks on Muggles before.

of explosives.

But Silby shook his head calmly: "I didn't do anything, I just woke them up as you said."

"How is it possible!?" Hoffa replied in disbelief, "Why is there such a big turmoil, and why are wars suddenly burning everywhere?"

Silby stretched his neck and looked down for a moment, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face, and he said lightly: "Do you know about the stock crisis in 1929?"

"Huh?" Hoffa didn't know why Silby mentioned this at this time.

"Since 2027, the stock market has soared. For two years, those Americans have had fanatical dreams of getting rich. Their dreams have become more and more exaggerated. They all believe that they can get something for nothing, make a fortune in the stock market, and spend their entire lives.

All my savings were invested.

Finally, the stock market completely collapsed in 29 years. When those stupid Americans woke up from their fanatical dreams of getting rich, the cold reality completely crushed them, and the disaster spread to the whole world. This was the origin of World War II.

And now, my dream is a hundred times stronger than the stock dream of 1927. Now they wake up. Although they are not dead, reality still crushes them. The same turmoil will spread to the whole world in a few days.

"

Silby looked sideways at him, "Since you dare to let me lift the dream, go ahead and stop it, savior, to stop this biggest turmoil so far."

...

...

It was as if a huge bubble burst, and people who woke up from their dreams fell into panic. On Wall Street in New York, people woke up from their dreams. In their dreams, each of them was a billionaire, and the weather was fine. They were riding on the

Among the yachts in Battery Harbor, the yachts are full of world-famous models.

But after waking up from the dream, they found themselves in rags, penniless, standing on the cold winter streets, with mud and feces under their feet, and their stomachs were almost ready to be digested. The economy had already collapsed, and everything was back to where it started.

They all fell into confusion at first, and then panic spread quickly like a plague, spreading to the whole city in the blink of an eye. They ran around, caught in a crazy riot, and shouted crazily: Those incompetent politicians are here

Where, let us go back and prosper again! Prosper again! Prosper again!

...

In a nursing home in Paris, a group of old ladies woke up from a sweet dream. In the dream, each of them regained their youth and beauty, and remained young and beautiful forever. They were surrounded by countless suitors, including the most arrogant entrepreneurs and politicians.
To be continued...