Questioning

Frod had only said half of it, but Angel already understood what he meant. With Neya beside them, there were some deeper matters he could not conveniently reveal.

Angel hesitated for a long while. "In other words, after I sent the table into the dream, there's nothing I can do now?"

Frod nodded and softly answered, "Mm."

That single "mm" did not merely leave Angel dumbfounded; Neya, who had listened to the entire exchange from the side, was stunned as well.

Neya had always felt that mysterious objects were something exceedingly high-end. Even if the magazines called them useless, she had assumed they could not possibly be that useless. Yet only now did she realize that her thinking had been nothing but wishful fancy.

Useless was truly useless! So useless as to be utterly worthless!

After dragging a table into a dream, they could not even determine whether it had entered the dream or not? They could only sit there doing nothing?!

Neya suddenly felt a little better. She had given away the Dream Conch and had acted indifferent all along, but deep down, she had still felt a faint ache. Yet after learning that the Dream Conch's function was useless to the extreme, she still felt pained, but far less than before.

After receiving Frod's affirmative response, Angel fell silent.

Now, the three of them sat dryly around the table, staring at one another as an awkward atmosphere hung in the air.

After finally suppressing his urge to complain, Angel looked at Frod. "When people sleep, they will always wake up eventually. Then when will this... table wake up?"

"People sleep voluntarily, then are forced awake by physiological reasons. But a table will not. A table is an inanimate object; it has no such physiological traits."

"In other words,