As the saying went, life was finite, but knowledge was infinite.
Although the earlier clash with the sun, together with that hungry journey just now, had battered his health bar pretty badly,
Fu Qian was quite sure that he was in excellent mental condition. There was no way he'd lose control.
And yet the Clear Dream had just shattered without a trace, more completely than a soap bubble.
It was as if some law decreed that a dream could last no longer than a minute.
Precise and strict, yet so natural that even a Second Order being would struggle to notice it.
Taking a closer look without resorting to brute force had been the right choice. This place really was no simple matter.
"So, do you have any more detailed information about me?"
A multitude of thoughts flashed through Fu Qian's mind. The Clear Dream in his hand flickered once more.
There didn't seem to be any limit on how many times he could use it. The dream, which looked utterly stable, spread out again.
"More detailed..."
Lafayette had been lucky enough to escape the evil god's grasp, only to be free for a second before falling right back into its clutches.
This time, he struggled for even less time. Within a few seconds, he quickly revealed all sorts of information, including his age and address.
Judging by the effort on his face, he probably wasn't familiar with this missing-person case. He'd had to squeeze his brain cells pretty hard to come up with all that.
"Good. Thank you."
Fu Qian didn't ask anything else. After thanking him, he waited quietly.
...59, 60.
Without a sound, the Clear Dream vanished right on time again, leaving Lafayette reeling in confusion.
There really was some kind of limit, and it seemed to