Back in the room, Wien took out the invitation letter given to him by Richard and placed it on the table.

"Will the horse racing... be related to what I heard today?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

From the conversations between the two of them, we can tell that they seemed to be trying to do something in the sink. Unfortunately, they didn't pay much attention to this matter at the time, otherwise they could at least lock in the identities of the two people.

However, since even the king will attend with two princes, is there anyone who is so brave enough to make small moves on such occasions?

Or maybe they are not talking about this horse farm?

With a faint suspicion, Wien fell back to the bed.

...

For many people, life is just a boring game.

At the age of your life, you should be urged to do whatever you want, just as you should challenge what kind of monster you want to reach the level of your life.

Moreover... it is the type of positive incentive setting that is particularly poor, and it always makes people wonder whether your previous investment is meaningful.

Sometimes, while playing, I really can't figure out whether I'm playing games or being played by games.

"—Are there any girls you like outside? If you have a girlfriend, please bring them back and have a look!"

From a certain moment, you will always hear such concerns as soon as you get home.

Unlike the careful tests in the past, it is no longer the knocking of the beast that once regarded premature love as a flood.

For those who have entered society, getting married and having children seems to be just a program that has been set up long ago in everyone's eyes.

But sadly, it was not the case for him.

How to get married to someone you don’t love? Just thinking about getting along with someone like that day and night is like torture both the other person and yourself.

"Don't be so harsh!" said the people around you, "Maybe you like it if you get along more?"

Occasionally, someone advised him, "Marry a family first and you'll be done. Who cares about you as long as you have a child?"

It's so pitiful—

That new life that is only for the sake of continuation.

A plausible sense of powerlessness enveloped him again.

I have been working hard to satisfy other people's expectations. I can't even find any meaning of existence. Do I have to drag other innocent people into this muddy water?

...You must find the person you really like.

When this thought passed by his mind, a fork in the road suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Everything you want is ahead, just chase it with all your might." A vague voice sounded in this empty world.

He could feel a familiar aura coming from the front of these two forks. One side was Chris and the other was singing.

And just as he finally recognized it—

Wien remembered his identity.

The joy that had just appeared on my face became solemn before it could be settled.

"Who are you?"

When the thoughts return to normal circulation, doubts are like gangrene attached to the bones and follow them like shadows.

That voice did not answer.

Behind me is an abyss of nothingness, and I have no way to retreat, so I can only move forward.

But the two shaky roads ahead undoubtedly tell him that he can only choose one of them at the moment.

‘I must be dreaming.’

Wien developed such an enlightenment.

I believed that this was just a strange dream, and the urgency of being urged to make a choice suddenly disappeared a lot.

This kind of experience is not unfamiliar to him. Although he is still not proficient in manipulating dreams, he has indeed succeeded many times.

Thinking of this, Vinn was not in a hurry to see the girl he liked, but instead stopped in place and looked up to observe the surrounding environment.

Anyway, as long as you wake up, you can still meet them, and there is no rush to see them at this moment.

While looking at this very perfunctory hollow world, he shouted slightly disgusted: "Hey! No matter who you are, just talk to me."

Although he said this verbally, he had already regarded the voice as his other side.

Perhaps as Tasia said, the unconscious self deep in her heart?

Not to mention, this kind of schizophrenia is quite novel.

"When I wake up, you want to talk to me, I probably won't have time to pay attention to you."

Wien walked around leisurely, trying to find a place to sit down.

But the place where I stood was just a narrow clearing, and the places further away on both sides were shrouded in rich darkness.

Just as he was thinking that he should have a chair, a series of strange bursts suddenly burst out from the bottomless abyss behind him, as if some kind of indescribable disaster swept over quickly.

"Run, ignorant and fearless person." The voice said without emotion. "It won't take long to collapse this space. It's still time to save the person you want to save the most."

Wien was indeed startled by the sudden change, but he immediately reacted.

This is my own dream!

So he forcibly suppressed his instinctive stress response to danger, tried his best to focus on the surrounding environment, and kept instilling another set of background in his mind to replace the current situation.

‘It’s just a small scene…it’s just a small scene… the most outrageous dream I’ve ever had is much more advanced than this thing. It’s okay to hit a planet with one punch!’

When Wien showed extreme resistance, the [disaster] that surged like a tide in the huge abyss seemed to be influenced by his strong will, and the world suddenly calmed down.

Time seems to have been pressed.

——If there is really something like time here.

The darkness suddenly dissipated, and what came into view was a completely different scene from the moment.

The breath of Gli and Chris had disappeared at some point, just as everything that had just happened was just an illusion. I was standing in the middle of an extremely empty flat ground, with countless wooden boxes half a person high irregularly stacked in front of me.

Endless wooden boxes stacked together, as if connecting the world. Standing under these wooden boxes, Vinn felt that he was smaller than an ant, and even his breathing was difficult to maintain.

Wien was stunned. This picture was not unfamiliar to him.

"It's so annoying you."

A familiar voice came from one of the wooden boxes.

However... the speaker is not the subconscious self he thought, it is actually Chris.

"No, you are not Chris!" Wien said decisively.

He shook his head suddenly, trying to wake himself up from his trance.

"You are a little too conceited. Do you say yes, no, no?" Although Chris smiled likewise, there was always an indescribable meaning contained in it.

"I know you're not." Wien decided not to have useless debates with her anymore.
Chapter completed!