The Outsider
Dreams were a playground for the self.
Just as he had no objection to sleeping, Fu Qian had never minded this special kind of mental activity, regardless of whether its contents were pleasant.
It was just a shame that this Clear Dream was still far too clear.
Fu Qian surveyed the unchanging surroundings and shook his head.
In theory, he did possess a fairly convenient self-hypnosis technique, but the content of his dreams had always been too realistic.
Unless he took special measures, they were always a direct reflection of the surrounding area.
That wasn't to say fantastical or abnormal creations couldn't appear. If he wanted, he could conjure as many as he liked.
But that was exactly the problem: he had to "want" them.
Everything existed according to his will. He was the master in the truest sense of the word.
Exploring the Mind World under those circumstances felt like making a game himself and then exploring it. It was boring.
Even the realism went beyond the scenery. His mental state was the same.
The loss of control and lethargy that came with dreaming simply didn't affect him, even though he had adjusted the distribution of his will as much as possible to make himself dream as deeply as he could.
Unfortunately, his rationality always followed him. It never left him for even a moment, which was fundamentally different from the state of previous victims.
Come to think of it, although he had already racked up plenty of practice, this was still one of the few dreams he had made just for himself.
Lost in thought, Fu Qian finally stood up and walked toward the amber wall before him.
At the next moment, a barely perceptible ripple passed through it. The wall melted like gelatin, forming a