And now, it was time to wake from the dream.
As the dream's storyline came to an end, the Dream Bubble gradually dissolved into pure Memory Substance. Within it, Sunday's figure emerged from the fading glow, still elegant and composed, with clear eyes and an unhurried bearing.
He had succeeded. He had held fast to himself through this trial of dreams.
Though he was surprised that the dream had not been filled with suffering and thorns as he had expected, but instead with warm scenes that put his heart at ease, he would not waver in his dream of creating a paradise where everyone was equal and happy merely because Qianyi had gone easy on him.
Just as Sunday gathered his thoughts, smiled, and prepared to declare victory in this wager, he suddenly heard applause.
"Congratulations." Qianyi smiled at him and applauded in celebration.
"Congratulations." Himeko's voice followed, like the harmony of countless living beings, sincerely rejoicing for her most devout believer.
"Congratulations, Brother." Robin clapped as well, her face equally filled with joy.
The wave after wave of applause cast a mist of confusion over his originally joyful thoughts.
What was going on?
Why were Qianyi and Robin, who had clearly lost and could no longer stop him from building Taiyi's Dream, smiling so happily and even applauding to celebrate for him?
A sense of foreboding, like vines growing in the dark, quietly wrapped around his consciousness. It made him instinctively wary, and he even took the initiative to use Divine Day's power to test whether he was still inside a dream.
What if Qianyi had prepared a dream within a dream for him, making him think he had awakened when he was actually still dreaming? It would be terrible if he lost through carelessness.
Yet, to his surprise,