"Pass, pass!"
"O ruler of 'Dream,' you are the most comical one. Certified by the Great Starfish, this footage is truly worth revisiting..."
Listening to the Pink Starfish's laughter, Tang Qi struggled to maintain his aloof expression.
If he had not considered that he could not beat the "original," Tang Qi would have long since beaten the other party senseless.
"Heh."
After silently uttering that one word, he hugged the Cat God, whose curiosity was growing, and took the lead into the Gate of Comicality flashing with pink light.
Behind him, the Four-Person Group followed.
In just one second, everyone's curiosity over what comical role Tang Qi had played was replaced by a different kind of shock.
Because the scene before them was something that would have astonished even gods descending into the world.
There was no transition at all. Dense colors and terrifying, bizarre, grotesque things that directly shook the soul crashed into their eyes.
Was this the seabed?
Or perhaps the reflection of another world.
The dome looked profoundly abnormal. Twisted lines and surging colors converged without the slightest blank gap.
The "ground" beneath them was the same. The moment they arrived, they found themselves amid crushing congestion.
Blank spaces and gaps were pitifully scarce.
And filling the "space" were strange objects too numerous to count.
Including Tang Qi, every person possessed only a tiny space exclusively for themselves.
The space around their bodies was filled with countless things, with no pattern whatsoever. They could be anything.
Tang Qi opened his eyes and saw before him a stream of murky paint, a building shaped like a rotten orange, a puddle of mud, a magnificent spider made entirely of metal and gemstones, a red-haired woman without a stitch of clothing smiling directly at him, a stone tablet carved with