"Time is like—flowing water (voice cracking)! Wait, why do I always say that involuntarily? Don't tell me I'm really getting old?"
"Ahhhhh! Heaven is unjust! I'm only three thousand seven hundred and fifty-nine virtual years, four months, three days, eighteen hours, thirty-two minutes, and ninety-one seconds old! Where is my bright and budding youth? Where is my sweet and lovely first love? Where is my deskmate whose gender I've long forgotten? No, I'm still young! I'm still in my youth! I still want to fall in love! For love, I can throw caution to the winds! Heaven, grant me one—no, grant me an entire platoon of beauties!"
Heavenly Dao (disdainful expression): Wake up, boss. Stop dreaming. Yelling like that makes me lose face.
"Uh?"
Zhang Yang blinked, wiped the drool from his mouth, and woke from his dream. Alas, this was the aftereffect of Dream Guardian. Over the years, he had dreamed at the drop of a hat—and they were always the sort of dreams involving entire reinforced battalions or reinforced regiments.
"Spring dreams leave no trace, Heavenly Dao rests in my heart. Ten thousand miles of mortal dust, too many beauties for one body to bear. Hmm, Little Girl, what did you say? I'm a righteous and pure man."
After composing a poem, he preened proudly, washed up, and made a quick calculation. Damn, twenty-nine years had already passed.
His dream defenses had finally been completed. They included fifteen major dreamscapes and twelve hundred minor dreamscapes. They were ever-changing, hiding dragons and crouching tigers—well, every trade had its own specialty, so he would just enjoy the spectacle.
The Spirit Domain opened, and a flood of information came rushing in.
First was the first phase of the Matchmaker Project.
Over the past twenty-nine years, it had brought together 809,372 couples,