Dream Capture: I Can See Through All Secrets!

191: 191. The Realm of the GodsIs this my life? Am I going to die?”

Andrew watched his life flash before his eyes, feeling a strange sense of peace and relief.

At least, he had seen the sights he wanted to see.

The slideshow of his life finally settled on a tranquil small town in America, where a middle-aged woman with graying hair was hunched over, patiently clearing weeds.

That was his mother.

Andrew gazed at the image, his eyes instantly reddening: “My only regret is that I never properly said goodbye to my aging mother. I was always too busy, always thought there would be more time…”

He sighed deeply, feeling the vibrant colors around him gradually fade to gray, and his consciousness began to feel light, as if about to merge into endless nothingness.

Is this the end?

Just as he was about to let go of all attachments and embrace eternal silence…

“Tap… tap… tap…”

Clear, steady footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

Andrew whirled around, astonished to see a young East Asian man. The man was dressed in simple casual clothes, looking composed and walking with an unhurried pace, as if strolling through his own backyard. He came to stand beside Andrew, shoulder to shoulder.

His gaze also fell upon the frozen garden scene in front of them, and he said calmly, “A magnificent life, yet full of regrets. Very rich.”

Andrew was stunned.

He initially thought this was just an illusion formed by fragments of his own memory, but he searched every corner of his memories and found no impression of this young East Asian man.

“Who are you?”

Andrew asked warily, “I don’t remember ever seeing you! Are you a hallucination of mine?”

The young man slowly turned his head, his deep eyes seeming to see through souls. A faint smile touched the corner of his lips, and his voice, though not loud, exploded in Andrew’s ears like a clap of thunder:

“I am the Lord of Dreams… You can also call me… Mr. Lu.”

“Lord of Dreams? Mr. Lu?”

Andrew felt his worldview violently shaken: “An Eastern… immortal?”

He was a top-tier science and engineering scientist, a lifelong believer in materialism, convinced that all phenomena could be explained by physical laws. At this moment, this supernatural encounter made him instinctively resist.

Lu Feng ignored his shock and skepticism, his gaze returning to the fixed image of the house and the woman, and asked a groundbreaking question: “Don’t you want to die?”

Andrew shook his head bitterly.

As a top scholar, he had a clear understanding of his physical condition: “Of course, if I could, I wouldn’t want to die. But I know very well what this sudden cardiac arrest means. Modern medicine can’t save me; it’s not a matter of wanting or not wanting.”

“Oh?”

Lu Feng raised an eyebrow, a subtle smile appearing on his face: “I do have a method that might allow you to ‘resurrect.’ However… I haven’t tried this method on anyone else yet.”

“Resurrection?!”

Andrew’s pupils suddenly constricted, looking incredulously at the mysterious young man before him.

Rising from the dead? This… this was simply a fantasy!

Lu Feng did not directly explain the method, but rather, with great interest, posed a question full of romantic philosophical speculation: “Andrew, from your perspective as a scientist, if a person’s memory is completely erased, is he still the same person?”

Although Andrew was puzzled, his scholarly instinct made him ponder. After a moment, he replied, “From a biological perspective, the body is still the same. But in terms of the continuity of ‘personality’ and ‘self-cognition,’ he is almost equivalent to death, becoming a newborn with an old shell.”

Lu Feng nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer, and then threw out a second, even more shocking question: “So, what if all of a person’s consciousness, memories, emotions, thought patterns… well, the entire collection of information that constitutes your existence… were completely extracted and then transferred into another suitable body?”

“Then, would the existence that was overwritten still be you? Or would it just be a copy with your memories? Or, perhaps, your memories would simply be treated as a dream in a fantasy.”

His tone remained calm, as if discussing an interesting problem rather than deciding a person’s life or death.

Andrew felt his heart suddenly contract, and his whole body trembled.

He instantly understood Lu Feng’s intention, his voice becoming sharp from extreme shock: “You… you want to… perform consciousness transfer?!”

This, in the scientific community… no… it should belong to the realm of science fiction, and it’s an extremely bold idea, only dared to be conjectured, with no way to even verify it.

Lu Feng nodded slightly, and with a gesture, a fist-sized, colorful bubble appeared in his palm. He said with interest, “All your consciousness and memories, in my eyes, are nothing more than a colorful bubble that is about to dissipate. This bubble is unstable now, it’s about to break…”

“I will temporarily stabilize it, and then try to find a suitable ‘container’ to put it into.”

This was the only method Lu Feng could think of.

He could freely enter others’ dream consciousness, and also create space to pull others’ consciousness into it. If so, then transferring dream consciousness to another physical body should theoretically be feasible, like soul possession or… soul transmigration in novels.

Moreover, this vibrant, colorful bubble in front of him was different; it contained the entire, complete life of the person, like a concentrated soul. Once transferred, he would possess a strategic and disruptive trump card.

Longevity would no longer be a luxury!

Lu Feng looked calmly at Andrew, awaiting the top scientist’s answer, and also awaiting… a decision that could change many things.

Would he let his consciousness and memories be completely annihilated with the death of his physical body, or would he risk accepting this unheard-of new life that even challenged ethics and physical laws?

Andrew swallowed, his worldview in a state of collapse.

He looked at the mysterious Mr. Lu before him, whose casual attitude in discussing life and death and manipulating consciousness made him feel an unprecedented sense of insignificance and shock.

This was no longer something science could touch; it was more like… the domain of a god.

[The previous two breaks were mainly because this book really doesn’t make money (╥﹏╥). You might not believe it, but it’s over 400,000 words now, and it doesn’t even make ten yuan a day. But it’s also the one I’ve conceptualized the longest, and it would be a shame to abandon it. Also, thank you to all readers for your support. I’ll try not to abandon it.]