Dreams turned into reality; reality returned to dreams.
Ronan thought of the vivid description of the Lord of Illusory Nightmares in the Test Spacetime.
Looking at the cracked waterproof coating on the rooftop and the partially damaged building beneath his feet, he crouched down, picked up a fragment of the floor, and carefully crushed it into powder, rubbing it between his fingertips. After thinking for a moment, he put a little into his mouth, then spat it out with a "ptui."
He instinctively called out, "Auntie Kui." She answered, but Ronan had nothing more to say.
Because he suddenly realized that even if he wanted to return to the Test Spacetime and carefully study and compare the domains of the Lord of Illusory Nightmares and the Dream God Nightmare, he could no longer enter it.
Thus, Ronan simply stood quietly above the cracked floor, gazing up at the swaying curtain of rain and the night sky that seemed motionless yet also seemed to flutter with the wind. He remained silent for a long time.
Until someone shouted at him, "Hey, what are you doing up there? Come down!"
Because the building had been damaged, warnings had already been issued in this age of universal connectivity. At that moment, Ronan had no interest in using any methods to conceal himself, so he was exposed on the surveillance feeds. On a rainy night, standing at the edge of a skyscraper as if he might jump at any moment—and with the damaged, cracked section of the building directly beneath his feet—he looked especially suspicious.
The building management did not care about anything else and simply called the police.
The ones who came up were the building guards and public security officers.
In modern three-dimensional cities, the greater the physical height, the higher the