Given the situation so far, it seemed that every world I experienced was strangely affecting the others and twisting their existence, regardless of how things appeared on the surface.
So was it possible that even things from this mental space could be brought out?
That was why Fu Qian had asked Brook to put the pistol in his hands.
It couldn't hurt to try.
If he could bring it out, it would give him another excellent means of attack.
As for why he had asked the two of them to set the crying to last for an hour, that was a way of leaving himself a back door.
Time flowed at the same rate between worlds. If he ran into a crisis he couldn't resolve, this might serve as a safeguard that could work.
After all, given what had happened before, if this was a chaotic nightmare, then there was a good chance a nightmare ruler was watching him.
And under these circumstances, he had to find a way to put an end to all of this.
This was going to be a tough mission!
Whether Kelly or Brook, it was clear that neither of them was accustomed to Fu Qian's commanding tone.
Yet there was a strange authority in his words. After a moment's hesitation, they both obediently followed his instructions.
When he woke again, Fu Qian found himself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by familiar furnishings.
This looked like his bedroom. Was he back again?
But what time was it...
Fu Qian pulled the curtains aside and looked out.
It was still pitch-black outside. It was clearly nighttime.
The hands on the wall clock were stopped at one-thirty, confirming that it was the middle of the night.
On the table nearby sat a full glass of