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I stood at the edge of the founder's dream, feeling the distorted reality around me. Everything here was an illusion, yet it felt so real. I took a deep breath, summoning all my strength, ready to begin this crucial psychological battle.
The ability of "Awakening of Consciousness" surged within me like a warm current. I closed my eyes, focusing my mind as I slowly extracted the fears buried deep within the founder's heart. Those dark, unsettling emotions spread through the air like ink, gradually seeping into his dream.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the founder's dream begin to twist and contort. The once serene scene suddenly turned grotesque and terrifying. Towering buildings morphed into monstrous figures with gaping maws. The ground cracked open, revealing an abyss of unfathomable darkness. In the sky, storm clouds churned, and lightning slithered like giant serpents.
The founder stood at the center of the dream, his face etched with terror. He tried to control his dream, waving his hands in an attempt to dispel those horrifying visions. But his efforts were in vain; the terrifying imagery multiplied, overwhelming him like a rising tide.
I walked slowly toward him, each step causing the surrounding scene to distort further. "Do you remember what you have done?" I asked softly, my voice echoing in the dream.
The founder turned to me, confusion and fear filling his eyes. "What... what do you mean?" he stammered.
I summoned images from his past—the pain on the faces of innocents forcibly implanted with chips, the desperate cries of those consumed by the "Consciousness Furnace," and the abandoned experiments he had discarded.
"These are all your doing," I said coldly. "You claim to work for humanity's benefit, but look at what you have done."
His face turned pale as he shook his head, trying to deny it all. "No... it can't be... I did this for humanity's progress..."
I pressed closer, revealing another truth with each word. "You have stripped people of their free will; you turned them into puppets. The 'progress' you speak of is merely an excuse for your own selfish desires."
The founder's gaze began to waver; his beliefs were crumbling bit by bit. "I... I'm right... I must be right..." he muttered to himself, uncertainty lacing his voice.
Watching him struggle stirred a flicker of sympathy within me. But I quickly suppressed that emotion and continued my psychological assault. "Do you truly believe you are right? Then why do you feel fear? Why has your dream become this way?"
He stumbled backward, his eyes growing vacant. "No... no way... Did I do something wrong?" he murmured, filled with self-doubt.
I watched him gradually crumble, my heart filled with mixed emotions. On one hand, I knew I had to destroy the "Consciousness Furnace" to save all those being controlled; on the other hand, seeing the once resolute founder reduced to this state stirred a sense of pity within me.
Finally, the founder could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." he murmured in agony, "I just wanted to make the world a better place... Was I wrong?"
I stood before him, looking down at this man who once held such power. "Admitting mistakes is not shameful," I said softly, "What matters is whether you are willing to correct them."
At that moment, the founder's gaze suddenly turned fervent. He shot his head up, madness flickering in his eyes. "No! I am not wrong!" he shouted, "I will make everyone understand that my ideology is the right one!"
Alarm bells rang in my mind as I realized the situation was dire. The founder struggled to rise, his body beginning to glow, and the Dream World trembled in response. Suddenly, I understood—he was trying to initiate the final program of the "Consciousness Furnace"!
"Stop!" I shouted, rushing toward the founder without a second thought. I had to stop him; otherwise, everyone's consciousness would be completely merged, and humanity would lose its last shred of freedom.
The founder laughed maniacally, his hands waving in the air as if controlling some invisible force. I felt the energy around us surge violently, as if the entire Dream World was on the brink of collapse.
I reached out my hand, trying to grasp him. But his body had become ethereal, like a wisp of fog. My hand passed through him without seizing anything.
"You can't stop me!" he cackled, "I will make everyone one, with no more conflict, no more pain!"
I gritted my teeth and concentrated all my strength. The power of "Awakening of Consciousness" erupted within me; I felt my consciousness expanding, merging with the entire Dream World.
I saw countless flickering lights—those were the trapped souls within the "Consciousness Furnace." I heard their cries and felt their pain and despair.
"No!" I roared, "I will not let you succeed!"
My consciousness surged like a tide toward the Founder, engaging in our final battle. Our minds collided in the dreamscape, clashing fiercely. I felt as if I were being torn apart, the pain unbearable, yet I gritted my teeth and persevered.
Suddenly, I realized something. This Dream World was nothing but a reflection of reality, wasn't it? Our struggle in the dream was actually unfolding simultaneously in the real world.
I focused my mind, sensing the source of energy within the Dream World. It came from countless trapped consciousnesses, and the Founder relied on this energy to maintain his dominion.
I closed my eyes and called out to those trapped minds: "Awaken! You are free! Do not remain bound any longer!"
My voice echoed through the dream, and the flickering lights began to tremble violently. I felt a powerful force awakening—the power of Collective Consciousness.
A look of terror spread across the Founder's face. "No! Don't do this!" he shouted, but it was too late.
The Dream World began to collapse, the surroundings shattering like fragments. I felt my consciousness returning to my body as the Founder's figure gradually faded before me.
In that final moment, I saw a look of relief on the Founder's face. "Perhaps... you are right..." he whispered before vanishing completely into the shards of the dream.
I jolted awake, finding myself back in the real world. Around me, people were also waking up, their faces reflecting confusion and relief.
I took a deep breath, knowing that this battle had finally come to an end. But I also understood that the true challenge was just beginning. How to rebuild a world without the Consciousness Furnace? How to help those who had once been controlled readjust to a life of freedom? These were questions we would have to face.
But at this moment, I felt a profound weariness and relief wash over me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to bask in the joy of victory. No matter what the future held, at least for now, we had finally won our freedom.
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