Deng Chun gritted his teeth and ran with all his strength, ignoring the groans and whispers behind him.
For the moment, he had no way to judge the distance between himself and the floating mask pursuing him. All he could do was push his speed to the limit, force an excessive release of adrenaline, and redistribute the Qi and Blood energy within his body—even in the Dream Game, that had to mean something, right?
As he ran, the airship trembled. Yet there were no clear factors causing changes within the dream, so it might have been an effect from the Real World.
Far away, perhaps the Amaterasu Order was clashing with that "God on Earth." Closer at hand, perhaps Tool No. 4 was smashing down a door.
But no matter which it was, in the Real World, where he lay asleep, he had no power to resist any unfavorable turn of events.
Just as the mission's Prompt Information described, all he could rely on was the difference in time flow between the Dream Game and the Real World... Oh, and something called an "unstable barrier" or whatever. He could not understand that at all.
As far as Deng Chun could understand, the flow of time between the Dream Game and the Real World was roughly seven to one. In other words, one minute passing in the Real World meant seven minutes passing in the Dream Game.
Of course, according to the Prompt Information, that difference in time flow was not constant. It could be faster or slower. But as long as the difference existed, it could buy him time to complete this mission—whether it would save his life or ultimately prove to be "boring," he had no idea.
Deng Chun could not devote all his attention to running either. He