Pale white lamplight, a silent corridor.
A pale green wooden door.
Having experienced being forcibly dragged into a subconscious dream before, Lu Xin had prepared himself in advance this time when he was pulled into the dream. He simply opened up his subconscious and allowed the other party's ability to invade it. Thus, when he felt the surrounding scene stabilize and become clear, he smoothly returned to that mysterious, pale corridor once more.
The moment he entered the dream, Lu Xin reached backward.
He caught hold of something soft and limp. When he turned his head, he saw a pair of watery, helpless eyes.
This was the monster that possessed Dreamweaver-type power.
Since Lu Xin had previously seen Dreamweaver-type power on Vice President Xiao, he was certain that among the Mental Monsters drawn out by the S-rank ability user of the Sea Nation, there would inevitably be a similar Dreamweaver-type monster.
So he had patiently waited.
Patience had finally paid off. He had found this warmhearted good person.
So he had to grab it quickly.
The only problem was that the Mental Monster was completely bewildered.
It did not understand what this place was or why it felt so frightening.
Even more incomprehensible was that although this was a dream it had constructed itself, the other party seemed even more familiar with it than it was.
When it realized that something was wrong and tried to escape, it discovered that it had already been caught.
The grip was powerful yet gentle, as if afraid it might escape but also afraid of accidentally killing it.
In the outside world, amid complete chaos, Lu Xin stood with his eyes closed among countless Mental Monsters.
The monster's slender, soft tentacle touched Lu Xin's temple, while Lu Xin's hand remained tightly wrapped