The enormous sphere of dream has reached its limit of fusion, Aozawa continued to push this gigantic sphere forward.
Its four to five-story height made the other spherical dreams scatter like sand underfoot, instead of rging together.
He sensed this and ceased to push the gigantic dream sphere, letting it hover in front, the scenes on it dazzling to the eye.
Although Aozawa rged the dreams of thousands together, since he himself did not make any alterations, the dreams beca chaotic like a jumbled collection of multicolored building blocks without rules.
Aozawa glanced at them, not imdiately writing their dreams, primarily because he hadn’t thought of what dream to test them with.
Simply imitating Main God Space was clearly unrealistic; the treasures from the Main God Space could be brought back to reality, whereas he was daydreaming, the acquired treasures limited to the space of dreams.
He needs so ti to contemplate what quest he should set up.
Thinking of this, Aozawa raised his hand and broke the gigantic dream sphere.
Pop, the previously fused dreams shattered once more, like scattering flowers in the air, each dream sphere dispersed in space.
The previously empty surroundings quickly filled with floating dream spheres.
The one he broke disappeared into the dream space, presumably its owner awoken from slumber.
Aozawa contemplated, observing the surrounding dreams again.
Within the nearest dream sphere, the dream was exceedingly violent and cruel. The drear behaved maniacally, hacking at everyone seen within an office building, seemingly venting dissatisfaction with the boss and colleagues.
For such a violent dream, Aozawa touched it with his hand, opted to change the dream but did not sustain control, rely modifying it slightly before releasing.
Transforming the bloody scene into a tender paradise.
The varied heroines from hentai were naked, severely affecting the drear’s speed in wielding the knife.
Aozawa was satisfied; helping others create such beautiful dreams was indeed a deed of imnse rit, worthy of being called a Contemporary Living Buddha.
Moreover, his re modification and then withdrawal would not trap the dream owner within the dream.
This fact was validated as the opponent swiftly reached their peak.
In dreams, n were quick-shooters, hardly lasting three seconds.
Thus, Aozawa quickly witnessed the dream sphere shatter, continuing onto the next dream sphere, acting as a human Buddha.
...
Tokyo University, inside the specialized dical research lab.
Emily, her long blonde hair tied into twin tails, stood in front of the desk. After undergoing a series of dical examinations, the conclusion was that there were no issues.
Her body was very normal, fitting the physical fitness of soone lacking in exercise.
Neither good, nor bad to an extre degree.
Ito Oto, after thoroughly examining the dical report, made such a judgnt and asked, "Emily, now can you tell us why you’re having the examination?"
To the series of examination reports in her hand, Emily was actually unable to comprehend them, matters related to dicine were entirely beyond the knowledge stored in her brain.
But she trusted Ito Oto’s expertise; since she said there were no problems, it ant her body indeed had no issues.
Or rather, modern dicine couldn’t detect the changes happening to her currently, which were likely related to the spirit, or even the soul.
She moved her gaze from the report, glancing at Katerina and Ito Oto, discovering both were filled with a sense of concern regarding her sudden dical examination.
Despite Ito Oto’s cold deanor, akin to a perpetual abstinent appearance, she was quite good to friends privately.
After all, she could count her friends on one hand.
Emily didn’t hide it from them, she began, "In fact, I seem to have traveled my soul back to the different world of the past. How far back from now, I’m not sure, only knowing the tiline then was as of Aslan Calendar year 543, May 3rd.
There I saw Dio of the past, he wasn’t particularly surprised at my arrival, calling the body I occupied as Enya.
Enya Kael.
She is an envoy in the Different World, a very old and unsightly old lady, her power is to release colorful spheres from her palm with great destructive force, able to obliterate blood-colored monsters instantly."
Hearing Emily’s words, Ito Oto’s eyes flickered with confusion.
Even at this mont, knowing the existence of different worlds and powers, this return to the past still felt sowhat magical to Ito Oto, she couldn’t help but ask, "You truly went back to the past, and it’s not just a dream?"
"Definitely not just a dream!"
Emily responded loudly, with hundred percent certainty, "I can rember Enya’s ugly appearance, and the sensation of residing in that body, it’s definitely not a dream easily forgotten upon waking.
I certainly traveled back to the different world of the past.
Even now, I can clearly recall the events that just occurred.
The heartbeat, the pain from pinching my arm, the sound was crystal clear and never blurred.
I even deliberately chatted up people."
Her tone and expression convinced Ito Oto, that this one wasn’t talking nonsense, she turned to ask, "Then what did you see in the different world?"
"I saw that Tree of Life."
Emily’s small face was full of severity. With just a slight recall of the shape of the Tree of Life, the freshly shed blood in the air, people’s screams were so vivid.
Ito Oto slightly frowned and said, "Tell the detailed situation."
"Alright."
Emily candidly shared all of her experiences in the alternate world.
...
Inside the clean laboratory, Ito Oto, wearing a white lab coat, crossed her arms and slightly leaned against the table, forming an attractive curve with her hips. "Didn’t you think about chatting with the stall rchants to ask what those items on display were?"
"I only rember so oddly shaped things, but I wasn’t clear on their nas. I was so focused on figuring out how I ended up there that I didn’t even think to ask."
Emily felt quite embarrassed.
She didn’t know how she got to the alternate world, nor did she expect to return so quickly. She thought it would take a long ti or require a special ceremony to co back.
"You can’t bla ; who, facing such circumstances, could consider every aspect?"
She defended her own actions with a statent.
No matter how smart a person is, they’re still human and can’t avoid overlooking so things.
Especially when encountering things outside their own realm of understanding.
In such a short ti, the fact she figured out how to verify she was in a real environnt was already quite remarkable.
If it were soone else, they absolutely wouldn’t be able to achieve such a thing.
"You’re right."
Ito Oto exhaled a breath.
Encountering such absurd and bizarre events naturally leads to prioritizing understanding why they are happening instead of imdiately imrsing oneself in the alternate world’s charms or gathering information.
After all, humans aren’t machines.
Emily casually scrunched up her report and tossed it into the nearby trash can. "You can report the intelligence on the alternate world to Morimoto; I’m heading back."
"Tsk."
Ito Oto’s cold face rarely showed a hint of disdain. "You want to report to her?"
"Of course, I have other matters to attend to."
Emily maintained a serious expression, determined not to reveal that her next task involved finding a dessert shop and enjoying delicious sweets to calm her nerves.
Moreover, she continued to internally debate whether Enya was her forr self or sohow related to her.
Not thinking about those confusing things was clearly impossible.
Considering different angles might lead to insights about how Dio relates to Paradise.
Ah, Kochou!
Emily rembered that Dio had a friend nad Kochou and wondered if Kochou has these peculiar dreams too.
"Make sure Morimoto asks Kochou if she’s had any strange dreams."
"Alright."
Ito Oto reluctantly agreed, nothing is more demoralizing than having soone you dislike as a boss and still needing to report to them.
...
In the Chiyoda District, at the Pri Minister’s residence, on the fifth floor.
Kochou was handling ongoing official duties when Takeda’s reform proposal in the cabinet imdiately faced fierce opposition from the ministers.
She did not intervene in the disputes, letting Takeda act as her spokesperson and explain the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare’s reform plan to these ministers.
Of course, it was just a proposal, not an imdiate execution, so those inclined to obstruct it naturally explored thods to halt progress.
Kochou’s role was to overco such impedints one by one.
In such confrontations, so matters were abandoned, so postponed, while others were advanced.
Such political maneuvering fell within her area of expertise.
Just finishing one docunt, the desk phone abruptly rang. She reached out to pick it up, "Pri Minister, Minister Morimoto wishes to see you imdiately. Do you have ti to et her?"
"Let her co in."
Kochou replied, hanging up the phone, feeling a bit curious about what business Morimoto Chiyoda had with her at this ti.
Could it be that Takeda’s family encountered an attack?
The thought quickly passed through her mind, but she found it unlikely, considering the plan was still at the proposal stage, far from execution, making it improbable for imdiate aggression.
So, what was it?
As Kochou pondered, the office door opened, and Morimoto Chiyoda strode in with a stern expression.
She walked briskly to the desk, bowed, and said, "Pri Minister, I’m here unexpectedly because I need to ask you an important question: have you recently seen any strange visuals while sleeping?"
Upon hearing the question, Kochou didn’t rush to reply, astutely realizing that such an inquiry points to an unusual incident.
The unusual incident concerning her could only relate to her identity as a friend of Dio.
Kochou never considered herself the sole friend of Dio, and she responded diplomatically to probe, "Morimoto, what do you an by this?"
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