Giant in the Dream

After gaining entry-level mastery of the three skills, Wenren Sheng did not rush to show off his achievements to Ji Zhengyan.

It was simple. With his passive amplification, his entry-level results differed from everyone else's.

Ji Zhengyan was an old fox—no, a seasoned strategist. He would spot the problem at a glance.

After that, it would be difficult to fool him into thinking he had reached Grandmaster Level.

Fortunately, Ji Zhengyan had once worked himself too hard and was now lazy as could be. After teaching Wenren Sheng, he stopped asking about his progress.

He likely believed Wenren Sheng would need at least a year or two to reach Grandmaster Level, so he was in no hurry to teach him anything further.

Wenren Sheng therefore went home first, intending to take a day off.

Back in his familiar bedroom, Wenren Sheng washed up and fell into a deep sleep.

Another grand dream.

But this time, he was muddleheaded in the dream. Other than knowing it was his own dream, he felt no different from an Ordinary Person.

He had been an Ordinary Person for many years, so of course he knew what their dreams felt like.

They were beyond one's control. Sometimes frightening, sometimes pleasant.

And in today's dream, he experienced a convergence of terror and pleasure.

In the dream, he became an apartment manager—more precisely, the property manager of an apartment building.

Every day, he handled the tenants' trivial troubles: forgotten keys, noisy upstairs neighbors, clogged drains, neighborhood disputes, rear-end collisions, objects thrown from high windows...

Property management at other places surely did not have so much to deal with.

Then one day, an apartment door stood wide open, and the corridor was covered in blood.

Yet the tenants walked back and forth as though nothing had happened.