After taking a shower, Aozawa chose to return to his room. The mont he lay on the bed, he activated the ability of the Nightmare Party, and the feeling of weightlessness instantly hit him.
Aozawa was long accustod to it; when he opened his eyes, Tokyo was hanging upside down in the sky above his head.
The colorful neon lights were like stars hanging in the sky, making nightti Tokyo appear even more enchanting than during the day.
Dream orbs floated around him, and without the slightest hesitation, Aozawa's first reaction was to rush to Morimoto Chiyoda's bedroom. He stood there quietly, waiting for Chitose to appear on the bed.
Ti slowly passed by.
Blurred curves began to appear on the bed, roughly outlining Morimoto Chiyoda's alluring figure.
Gradually, as Morimoto Chiyoda's sleep deepened, her form in the Dream Dinsion beca even clearer.
Whether or not one dreams, as long as they sleep, they will appear in the Dream Dinsion.
Her sleeping expression was serene, lacking the intellectual awareness of wakefulness, exuding the gentle aura of a neighborly older sister that n fantasize about.
Aozawa had an impulse to pinch her cheek, to see if she would wake up.
But considering what he needed to do, he refrained from doing so, instead placing a hand on Morimoto Chiyoda's forehead, then pulling back to produce a dream orb.
Aozawa held this dream orb, then used Schrodinger's Cat to jump into Maggie's bedroom.
Compared to Morimoto Chiyoda, who had long been asleep, Maggie's slumber was noticeably slower than that of a typical young girl.
Aozawa waited for a while before he saw Maggie sleeping on the large bed, her golden hair flowing like the Sleeping Beauty depicted in fairy tales.
She wore a warm golden dress.
Aozawa reached out to extract a dream orb from her forehead, rging the two dreams together, then slipped out through the window.
In an instant, he appeared beneath the upside-down Tokyo, raising the dream orb in his hand.
"Gather the dreams of 300 good and ordinary people from across Japan to ."
At his command, dream orbs from afar flew into the dream orb he raised.
"Bring 9,698 villains from around the world!"
In an instant, an array of bizarre dreams, like dark clouds, coalesced from all directions.
The command Aozawa issued could only draw the dreams of villains who were already dreaming; as for those who were not, words could not lure them. He would have to manually create dream orbs.
A massive collection of dream orbs converged, forming an ultra-giant dream orb.
Seeing this, Aozawa decided to unify the dreams of tens of thousands into a dream woven by himself and to create a Milante dream primarily in Danish within it using the identity of a professor contained therein.
...
Whoosh.
The gentle breeze brushed her face, causing Morimoto Chiyoda's long eyelashes to tremble as she instinctively opened her eyes. The bright sunshine pierced through the branches, casting a slanted beam on her face.
After a brief mont of confusion, Morimoto Chiyoda instinctively reached for her waist with her right hand. The M500 wasn't there, but her clothes had followed her here.
What was the reason for this?
If her clothes could appear, then the gun strapped to her waist should also be here, if not the large backpack wrapped around her hand.
Morimoto Chiyoda furrowed her brows slightly, then quickly abandoned these thoughts. The absence of the gun and backpack was a fact set in stone.
Rather than waste ti pondering over unchangeable matters, she chose to calmly assess the current situation.
Morimoto Chiyoda glanced around, noticing a large group of people nearby.
There were both n and won, all lying on the ground.
So woke up, noticing the odd surroundings imdiately, and uttered cries of astonishnt.
In the midst of successive shouts, even those still asleep woke up.
"What's going on?" "How did I end up here?" "Ah! Who are you guys?!"
Amidst a flurry of panicked voices, Morimoto Chiyoda remained calm. The current number she faced was slightly off from what David had said—she recalled David ntioning four people around him.
The current surroundings comprised a total of forty-six people.
As the people on the scene exchanged questions and glances, one person suddenly recognized Morimoto Chiyoda and exclaid, "Ah, I know you, you're the youngest and most beautiful Minister of State ever, Morimoto Chiyoda."
"What's going on here?"
The man's words quickly silenced the scene as everyone turned to Morimoto Chiyoda.
Due to Aozawa's deliberate arrangent, these were naturally people who were easy to talk to, unlike Yakuza or sneaky individuals who enjoyed picking fights.
Their attitude towards the Minister of State was quite gentle.
Seeing their gazes, Morimoto Chiyoda did not remain silent any longer. She spoke up, "I believe all of you were asleep before coming here.
According to information from the tropolitan Police Departnt, this place is very likely a Different World.
We have co here in our soul states. If you don't believe , touch your chest; you'll find there's no heartbeat."
Many people imdiately reached out to touch their chests, discovering that their hearts indeed no longer beat.
One person looked shocked and exclaid, "Indeed, I can't feel a heartbeat or pulse—is this what it ans to be a soul state?"
"A Different World!"
So young people uttered these words, faces alight with excitent—adventure, power, beauty.
From their expressions, Morimoto Chiyoda could tell these young n were indulging in daydreams.
She truly envied these people's optimism, and continued: "According to the information we have, those summoned to the Different World aren't just us.
I must make it clear to you that more villains have been summoned, and they are the real force the summoners intend to use.
We are like the packaging around a bag of chips, existing only to hold the chips."
"Then what should we do?"
So older people clearly lacked the sharpness of the young, preferring to stay alive safely rather than explore the dangerous Different World.
Morimoto Chiyoda shrugged and said, "I'm not very sure either, but we must leave here and find a safe place to settle."
Even as she spoke, Morimoto Chiyoda was uncertain about where such a safe place might be.
Without firearms, she could not rely purely on combat skills to compare to those top martial artists.
Moreover, even top martial artists would likely be dealt with by monsters in the Different World.
One must not encounter a high-level monster.
Morimoto Chiyoda thought as she turned and walked in one direction.
Others exchanged glances and followed in Morimoto Chiyoda's footsteps.
At this mont, the position of Minister of State with Morimoto Chiyoda's calm deanor could clearly convince them.
…
Ancient trees of unknown species towered over; according to Morimoto Chiyoda's estimate, each tree in the forest was at least over ten ters high.
The leaves ranged from dense to sparse; although it was the sa tree in the sa season, they showed drastically different changes.
This was puzzling.
Morimoto Chiyoda saw no animals along the way, not even the sound of birds.
She wanted to leave earlier because the surroundings were too quiet.
From her knowledge, an overly quiet forest signified danger.
But the range of silence was too large to escape.
It's bad.
This thought flashed through Morimoto Chiyoda's mind; ahead were dense trees, with a bush in the middle covered with visible thorns like a wall blocking the way.
She had no choice but to circle sideways, where she saw a river.
Clear river water flowed from sowhere, about ten ters wide, and on the pebble area devoid of grass or trees beside the river, lay a tall man.
Sowhat familiar...
Morimoto Chiyoda pondered for a mont, then suddenly recognized him from the sword, as his broad heavy sword left a deep impression.
"Gus?!"
She called out the na and swiftly ran forward.
Gus lay on the riverside covered in blood, his black clothing shattered, and the heavy sword displayed marks of violent battles.
On Gus's neck, Morimoto Chiyoda saw a strangely shaped brand seeping blood.
"Gus, what happened to you?"
Morimoto Chiyoda knelt down, looking at his wounds uncertain whether to move him.
Awakened by the sound, Gus barely opened an eye, recognized the person, and weakly said: "You are the one from the Different World."
Listening to this Danish, Morimoto Chiyoda felt a headache, as she didn't understand and called out: "Does anyone here speak Danish?"
She asked with a hint of luck, surprisingly an elderly man with graying hair raised his hand, saying: "I do."
Morimoto Chiyoda was sowhat surprised and hurriedly said: "Then co over, ask him what happened for ?"
"Okay."
The professor quickly stepped forward and asked fluently in Danish: "Why did you end up in this situation?"
"This isn't the ti for talking, Different World person, open the pouch around my waist, and give the Senzu Bean inside."
Gus spoke in a weak tone, so severely injured he couldn't even move a finger.
The professor conveyed his words.
Morimoto Chiyoda saw the sheepskin pouch at Gus's waist, and quickly reached out, carefully taking it off to avoid touching his injuries.
She opened it, finding a green bean inside shaped like a broad bean.
Morimoto Chiyoda poured it out, pinched the bean, and stuffed it into Gus's mouth, who imdiately bit the Senzu Bean.
With a few chews, a miraculous event occurred, as Gus's injuries began rapidly healing, even disappearing before everyone's eyes.
Once gravely injured and weak to the point of immobility, Gus now stood up and bent over to pick up the substantial heavy sword, and said solemnly: "This isn't the ti for reminiscing, we must leave imdiately, the pursuers will soon arrive!"
Morimoto Chiyoda noticed Gus's wounds had healed, except for the brand on his neck, still seeping blood and emitting an eerie aura.
The old professor relayed Gus's words to the others.
Morimoto Chiyoda ca to her senses, nodded and said: "Alright, we'll leave imdiately."
Gus turned and said: "Follow closely behind , don't delay."
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