1292 Survival 2 (1/2)
Dreams could reflect all stimulation of an organism, both spiritually and physically. This was a special state amplified by an organism's Sensing Ability.
Therefore, dreams often reflect reality. For example, if one's stomach was pressed in an uncomfortable way, one would dream of being kicked at the stomach. Even dreaming about finding a toilet to pee or something along the lines was the stimulation of one's body presented in a dream.
There were big dream stimulations, and naturally, there were the small ones.
Garen soon found what was wrong with this dream.
He held his finger in the air.
”How can there be paper scraps flying at such a high altitude?” A white piece of scrap gently dropped on his finger.
He smiled softly, and the paper scrap instantly enlarged into an endless white slate that wrapped him up.
Everything around him turned white straight away, it was a blank white space. Opposite Garen stood a white swan dressed in a gentleman's costume. Standing upright like a human, it was wearing a black high-top hat and was motionless just like a sculpture. A wind from God-knows-where was blowing gently, ruffling its white feathers.
Garen frowned slightly.
He had been on this layer once when he was back in Mech World.
”This should be the second level,” he muttered.
Mr. White Swan did not move at all as if it did not notice him.
Garen made his way over and circled the white swan that was still like a statue.
His purpose of entering the dream was to test out whether his Confinement Essence was usable. Other than that, he wanted to check out the differences between this world's dream and the previous worlds'.
But from the looks of it now, this world's dream was not much different from the other worlds.
Gurgle gurgle…
Suddenly, a rumbling sound of wheels could be heard from a distance.
Garen turned around and saw a brown snail that was almost a meter tall slowly moving toward himself.
The snail's shell slowly moved to his front and stopped. The sorrowful face of a man peeped out from the shell's mouth.
”It's been a long time since I've seen a new buddy.”
Garen raised his eyebrow.
”You are?”
”I'm His Majesty, Indo Demon Lord's Thirteenth Demon General,” the man said. ”Seems like you have also discovered this world here.”
”What do you mean?” Garen was stunned for a bit as his brows scrunched up even tighter.
”This is the second level. There are plenty of gaps between time-space and dimensional conscience. It's not very quiet here so we need a safer place,” the snail man whispered.
”Follow me.” Garen turned and looked at the swan gentleman behind him. He reached out and lifted the hat and suddenly, he shrunk and entered from the bottom of the hat.
The snail man followed suit and swiftly entered as well. The hat was then once again held up by the swan gentleman as he proceeded to place it back on his head. Then, he resumed his original posture.
The third level of dreams.
Viscous liquid-like colored lights were flowing all around them.
Garen and the snail man floated right in the middle.
”Alright, there's definitely no interference here. This is a temporary space that I just built. Speak, since I've already entered by accident, I'm sure the other beings have realized this, no?”
He did not expect himself to encounter an existence who was also from Mother Stream system during the very first time he entered a dream, and it was still a general too.
He could faintly sense a thick conspiratorial aura.
The snail man squirmed as he settled into another posture and face Garen up front.
”Most respected Demon Lord Master, you've guessed it. We have indeed discovered this world for a long time.”
”Discovered this place for a long time?” Garen frowned.
”Yes…” The snail man's already sorrowful expression got worse. ”Because of Mother Stream's depletion, we have been looking for the cause everywhere. In an accidental situation, a Demon Lord Master came to this world and unexpectedly survived. When we found this place, the timing was just chaotic.”