This was an endless, pitch-black wasteland.
There were no plants whatsoever. Only the enormous skeletons of unknown beasts stood scattered across the wilderness.
A middle-aged man walked toward the depths of the wasteland step by step, his head lowered as he wheezed and panted.
He did not know where he was headed. He only knew that he had to keep walking, keep walking...
The moment he stopped, other people would overtake him.
At that thought, the middle-aged man raised his head and glanced around from the corner of his eye.
Strangely, when he did not raise his head, there was no one around him at all. But when he looked up and cast a sidelong glance around, vague figures began to appear nearby. There were men and women, old and young. Like the middle-aged man, they continued walking forward...
Look. They would overtake him soon.
The middle-aged man felt a little tired. His body and his mind were both weary, but he could not stop.
Thus, he lowered his head again and continued forward step by step.
As he lowered his head, the figures around him vanished one after another, as though they had never appeared.
His footsteps were somewhat heavy, but he kept moving forward...
Angel stood high in the sky, looking down upon this scene.
A middle-aged man who was clearly exhausted, yet still unwilling to stop.
Angel had not even deliberately concealed himself. Though this was plainly the man's dream, the man had no intention of looking up at him.
Angel knew that the man had noticed him the moment he entered.
But he was unwilling to raise his head. He only wanted to keep moving forward with his head down.
What a laborious dream.
Yes, this was a dream—the middle-aged man's dream.
It was also