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The next one—was Acheron's dream.
A void-gray, desolate world, with only a single figure standing alone within it, as if lost in remembrance.
She suddenly raised her head and looked toward a certain direction in the world.
"Sorry, my dream still has some flaws." Sunday manifested directly, his face filled with apology. "I failed to meet your expectations. That is my shortcoming."
His mood sank further. Silver Wolf's dream could at least be considered fulfilled, offering her some comfort.
But here, with Acheron, the dream had no effect at all.
A woman who could step into Nihility and still retain her will must have a past filled with sorrow and memories worth preserving—yet his dream could not even allow her to relive the past.
"There's no need to apologize. I already expected this result."
Acheron gently shook her head, calm and unconcerned.
It was only because the power of light Sol had given her allowed her to glimpse some unreal illusions—sparking a faint hope toward other powers—that she chose to step into the dream.
But now it seemed she had merely expected too much on her own. Not every power was as special as that light, capable of anchoring her to reality.
"Would you like me to recreate a personalized dream just for you?" Sunday wanted to make amends. "A world full of vitality."
"No need." Acheron sighed softly, speaking with implication. "From the perspective of Nihility, the falseness of dreams is glaringly obvious. Likewise, the erosion of Nihility is a trial all life must eventually face."
"Send me out. I don't wish to cause further damage to other people's dreams."
She could cut through this layer of dream, but the power of Nihility was like a malignant tumor—even leaving behind a trace would be troublesome. If it could be avoided, it should be.
"Alright. Thank you for your feedback."
Sunday nodded, and a door appeared before Acheron.
He knew she was trying to wake him up. If his Dream of Ena wished to become an ark that sheltered the world, then Nihility was an obstacle that had to be crossed.
Nihility was not only a manifested Path—spiritual emptiness was even more lethal to his dream.
He had already noticed that several unfortunate souls had lost all desire, their spirits hollow and void. His dream could offer no further help to such people.
His dream was born from the desires within people's hearts, meant to fulfill those desires to save the world.
But if the heart was nothing but emptiness, no corresponding dream could manifest here—at best, it could only randomly project someone else's beautiful dream as a substitute.
Yet how could anyone be moved by another person's beautiful dream?
In other words, there would be no miracles in this dream.
Acheron was the first to withdraw from the dream, leaving Sunday with a massive problem.
Sunday took a deep breath and continued looking onward.
Next were the dreams of the Astral Express Crew—Himeko, March 7th, and Stelle.
These three were remarkably straightforward. They treated him as the final enemy, gathered all kinds of power to defeat him, resolved Penacony's anomaly, sealed the Stellaron, and then set off on a new journey.
After that came more personal stories—Himeko's wish for a tea party enjoyed by everyone, March 7th indulging in food and fun to her heart's content, and Stelle's various strange and curious ideas all becoming reality.
These three were relatively easy to deal with.
Sunday gained a measure of comfort and continued observing.
Next was the heavyweight—Sol's dream. This one needed careful attention.
Yet it was still a gray-white world, similar to Acheron's earlier dream.
The difference was that Acheron's dream could not be reconstructed due to the power of Nihility, whereas Sol's was because his own spirit was too powerful, blocking the dream's attempt to probe it.
At that moment, Sol noticed this as well. "Do I need to expose my spirit for a corresponding dream to form?"
He released a thread of his spirit, and countless streams of information flooded into the dream.
Instantly, the Memoria built a model, recreating a new New Eridu at a one-to-one scale.
Crowds bustled through the streets, with many familiar faces—it looked exactly like New Eridu.
"First, I want to become the richest one."
Sol Mercer tentatively sent out a thought.
Immediately, the dream world began to change. While he was still on the street, a corporate secretary came to him, claiming he was the long-lost heir of a certain conglomerate.
After a series of chaotic operations, various corporations transferred under his name, assets reaching trillions upon trillions upon trillions.
"How boring."
Sol curled his lips, feeling not the slightest joy.
Because he could easily do all of this in reality—there was no challenge at all.
He then thought about experiencing a life where numerous girlfriends coexisted peacefully, with no love triangles whatsoever.
But the moment that thought arose, it was immediately snuffed out.
Experiencing that in a dream seemed rather unnecessary.
Girlfriends—he preferred to cultivate those personally.
"Something's off. I remember this dream is supposed to have strong immersion. Why do I feel zero sense of presence?"
Sol stroked his chin, frowning slightly.
To him, this dream felt like a virtual game—its data-driven falseness obvious at a glance.
And it lacked human presence. Penacony's dream world was made up of real spiritual projections from countless individuals, but this place consisted only of NPCs.
There were barely even any NPCs—just a few dozen intelligent routines being shuffled across a city of tens of millions. Only wherever he went did NPCs gain the ability to converse.
NPCs outside his field of vision all stood like wooden posts. And yet his perception could cover the entire dream, making the dissonance glaring.
Too shabby. This dream was far too shabby for him.
"Forget it. Let's switch to another dream."
Sol shook his head and began a new attempt. "First manifest Nanook and Tayzzyronth for me to play with, then the others."
A torrent of information surged into the dream, and the Memoria transformed once more.
One Aeon after another appeared, each towering and radiating an intimidating presence.
However, compared to Nous and Aha that Sol had seen before, these were clearly lacking something. As for the others he had never met, he refrained from judging too much.
Still pretty weak, kid.
A special kind of authority was layered onto him, making him feel intrigued.
Sol tried throwing a punch at Nanook, and the dream instantly synthesized all kinds of effects.
In an instant, even the great Dao was erased. Nanook was utterly defenseless and shattered into fragments.
All kinds of realistic sound and visual effects followed, even providing feedback for the five senses—hearing, sight, smell, taste, and touch.
Yet all of that feedback was applied to Sol and was immediately isolated outside his spirit.
"…"
Sol was at a loss for words. He had only thrown a single punch.
He hadn't even felt like he exerted any force, yet Nanook fell just like that—was this supposed to show how precise his technique was?
Fine. For ordinary people below the level of a Pathstrider, this place would be extremely deceptive, capable of passing falsehood off as reality.
But for someone like him, already preparing to ascend the divine throne, this world was far too fake.
"Forget it. I'll experience something I don't have."
Sol shook his head and came up with a new idea. "Robin, Big Herta, Feixiao, Tingyun… all of you, come out!"
"Load initial personalities, set character histories, and help me find a feasible method that won't end in a yandere disaster!"
The dream world was fake, but it could function as a real, adjustable AI model.
It couldn't simulate their actual power, but deriving outcomes through parameter settings was still quite useful.
He really wanted to see whether this kind of strategy—one he himself had no clue about—could be calculated by the dream.
"Sol Mercer!"
Sunday roared in fury, like a lion with its mane bristling.
Just what was he seeing?!
This bastard was actually targeting his sister—and not just his sister.
He even wanted to use his dream to find methods.
Is this guy even human?!
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