2111: A Space Odyssey

"Please... mourn for him—"

The dream seemed to have been pierced by those words.

Though it was clearly a humble plea, it carried a force Huai Shi could not defy.

That low command echoed and overlapped in his mind, transforming into hysterical roars and reverberations that nearly filled every corner of Huai Shi's consciousness.

His will swiftly grew muddled, urging him to understand this grief and wail aloud alongside the other party.

An invisible vortex emerged, dragging at him as though trying to pull him somewhere...

No mourning, sorry to bother you, goodbye!

Huai Shi instinctively flung out a triple combo, then heard thunder rumbling in the distance that instant.

A sharp bolt of lightning streaked through the void and struck him squarely on the forehead.

It jolted him awake from the dream.

Opening his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

He gasped violently, drenched in sweat.

A faint sting still lingered on his face. His entire body was numb, his face was smeared with nosebleed, and there was even foam at the corners of his mouth!

When he turned to look beside the bed, he saw strands of frost and scorch marks emerging from the incomplete weapon, "Hate Water," resting against the headboard.

That was the source of the thunder in his dream.

The dormant miracle had sensed the abnormality around it and instinctively activated, shattering that inexplicable dream and allowing him to regain consciousness.

Though the method was admittedly a little rough...

Enough with the high-voltage electrotherapy already!

"Thanks!"

Huai Shi gratefully patted Hate Water, rubbed his stiff, cricked neck, and got up to head for the bathroom. After washing his face, he finally managed to sort out the situation a little.

Was that an illusion, a delusion, or something else?

He could not tell, but he had