Is it because he's heaven? (Seeking follow-up reads~)

Sean was experiencing Entering Dream for the first time.

It felt completely different from normal dreaming or Meditation, more like watching a movie.

The Dream Potion Connie had specially prepared had a strong awakening effect, and with the guidance of the spell "Awakening Spell," Sean had a lucid dream that was even more lucid than a normal lucid dream. He felt as if he had been pulled out of the story, becoming one of two "spectators" with Connie, standing on a noisy, bustling street.

Sean tentatively spoke to Connie beside him and received the young girl's affirmative reply.

"This is the dream constructed from the memories deep within your heart. We'll wait for it to stabilize, then we can try to adjust the timeline and find the memories you're looking for."

"Mr. Sean just needs to be careful not to have any thoughts that go beyond the existing rules."

Connie explained the precautions for lucid dreaming to Sean.

Although this dream was constructed by her, it was fundamentally Sean's mental world. The ultimate control still rested with Sean; with a single thought, he could change everything in the dream, becoming omnipotent like a creator.

However, conversely, a strong subjective consciousness could also cause the dream's content to change. In severe cases, it could even cause the dream to collapse, making it impossible to observe the truest memories of his heart.

"Understood," Sean said with a smile. "Then I'll leave the rest to you, Miss Connie."

"Mm-hmm," Connie replied with a sweet smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Sean, I will definitely do my best to help you find your memories."

As the two walked down the street, Sean could clearly feel that the image before him was somewhat distorted, like an old television set, occasionally emitting a "crackle" and displaying static-like spots, likely because the dream hadn't stabilized yet.

Besides that, the street also felt very familiar to Sean.

Kwart Mall, Fol District Police Station, Biggs Apartment...

"Is this Holkodo?" Sean asked.

"If it feels like it, then it's probably right," Connie replied.

She had never been to Holkodo, only heard of it. But everything before her was a projection of Sean's inner world. Both people and buildings were things Sean had personally experienced. If he said it was Holkodo, then it was highly likely to be Holkodo.

There was one thing that was a bit strange, though.

Connie tapped her lips with her finger, pondering, "Holkodo is a city from this era. Your previous life shouldn't have been here..."

Although the technological development of the Scholar Era was not inferior to modern times, and even surpassed it, it was unlikely that even the names of various buildings would be the same. The Scholar Era might have had a capital city very similar to Holkodo, but it could never be exactly the same as Holkodo... Could it be a coincidence?

However, Sean felt increasingly that it was not a coincidence. This was Holkodo.

Because he saw a familiar face he hadn't seen in a long time—Conina.

At that moment, Conina had just returned from outside. She saw a truck parked at the entrance of the residential complex, with workers moving furniture inside. It happened to be the same apartment building as hers. Out of curiosity, Conina chatted with the workers while getting into the elevator and found out that a new neighbor had moved in next door.

When the elevator reached their floor, the male owner of the apartment also happened to come out of his doorway.

Then Sean saw himself.

This was a scene that had happened a few years ago when he first moved into Biggs Apartment.

Conina looked younger and more beautiful then, and also more reserved. After all, it was their first meeting, and Conina's persona was that of a pure, devoted wife. In contrast, time seemed to have left no trace on Sean; he looked almost the same then as he did now.

This dream was not from his previous life, but from this life.

"Have you encountered this situation before?" Sean asked Connie.

Connie frowned, pursed her lips, and shook her head. "No."

There were no real-life cases, and theoretically, it shouldn't happen.

She had clearly constructed the dream from the deepest memory fragments buried in Sean's mind, so how could it be from this life?

Unless Sean was not a Reshaper, but just an ordinary Awakened One.

The cognition gained by ordinary people through awakening did not fall within the scope of their own memories and therefore could not be captured.

But if Sean was truly an Awakened One, how could he have broken through to Tier Two just half a month after becoming a Wizard, and also received recognition from Lord Black's statue?

To increase the success rate of this Entering Dream, Connie had specifically asked Iris about Sean's recent situation. Her thoughts were the same as Elvily's; she believed Sean should have been a very powerful Archmage in his past life, which would explain his terrifying talent and potential after reincarnation and reshaping.

But now, the content of the dream overturned her speculation.

Connie found it hard to imagine an ordinary mortal achieving such cultivation speed after an accidental awakening.

Could Sean be a genius?

"Could it be the wrong timeline?"

Sean didn't quite understand the dream theory of the master and disciple, so he could only guess based on his intuition where the problem might lie.

Connie was also unsure for a moment.

But it was worth a try.

The dream world had stabilized, and Connie began to try to rewind the timeline.

She closed her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and countless tiny threads of light coiled around her fingertips, as if unraveling the entire world.

Sean felt the scene before his eyes suddenly blur, the light dimming as if he were suddenly on a speeding train, the surroundings rushing backward. In this blur of light and shadow, he saw a train station, fields, an endless sea, and vast, withered yellow grasslands...

These were all places he had been in this life. He should have recognized them at a glance, but for some reason, the world that had felt so familiar just seconds ago suddenly became strangely unfamiliar, as if all his past experiences were fake, never having truly existed. Sean's eyes involuntarily showed confusion, and his head began to ache.

Until the "train" arrived at the station.

Sean's vision cleared again.

He and Connie had come from the city center to a hospital.

Sean subconsciously looked up and saw a sign hanging on the wall.

[Obstetrics and Gynecology]

"Quick, quick, she's going into labor, prepare the nutrient solution..."

Several nurses wearing masks pushed a pregnant woman into the delivery room.

"Do you remember this hospital?" Connie asked.

Sean looked at the anxious family members waiting by the door, frowned, and shook his head. "Not at all."

"Then perhaps you haven't been back since you grew up," Connie said.

Like her, she couldn't remember what the hospital she was born in looked like.

"You mean, this is a scene from when I was born?" Sean asked.

"Mm," Connie nodded, adding, "To be precise, it's a scene simulated from the memories in your mind."

A person cannot see where they are before they are born. Sean's description of this hospital could only have come from his parents. However, more than twenty years had passed, and he had forgotten about it. He hadn't been back to a hospital since then, which was why he had no impression of this place.

"No, I don't just have no impression of the hospital, but also of the people," Sean said.

Logically, these people waiting outside the delivery room should be the pregnant woman's family – his father, grandparents, and maternal grandparents. Yet, Sean felt a sense of unfamiliarity towards them. Even though he and Connie were standing behind this group of family members and couldn't see their faces, Sean was certain of this:

"They aren't my family."

It didn't feel right; there was no sense of familial connection, that bond of blood.

And that wasn't the main point.

The main point was that he and Connie were still in this life.

Connie, however, had a different perspective. She told Sean with certainty, "I just rewound the timeline by five hundred years."

"Five hundred years?" Sean was slightly taken aback. "Then why are we in a hospital?"

"Because your memories only go back that far, Mr. Sean," Connie replied.

Five hundred years was just a number used to adjust the time. Its significance wasn't in the specific year, but in the fact that Connie, as the architect of the dream, had pushed time back as far as possible. The fact that it stopped at this hospital indicated that Sean had no earlier memories; this was the starting point of his life.

The facts were laid out before them. Even though Connie found it incredible, she had to believe that Sean was indeed just an ordinary Awakened One. He had no so-called previous life. His ability to advance his rank so quickly and gain the statue's recognition was entirely due to his own talent and potential.

He truly was a genius.

This was undoubtedly high praise.

Despite coming from an ordinary background, his cultivation was faster than a Reshaper's, which would shock many Wizards if they heard about it.

But Sean still felt something was wrong.

If he truly had no previous life, and he wasn't Karl Black, then why could he control the statue?

And why did the Truth Sanctuary place no restrictions on him?

It didn't add up.

Sean looked around the hospital and asked the young woman, "Are you sure this memory came from your mind?"

Connie was very sure. "No other factors were involved."

To ensure the purity of the dream and maintain its authenticity, she had even sealed away her own deepest memories.

Sean actually believed Connie. The young woman had no reason to lie to him, but he still felt something was off about this hospital.

"Because you feel they aren't your family?" Connie tilted her head, her expression the cutest as she voiced the most hurtful guess: "Is there a possibility, Mr. Sean, that you weren't actually born to your parents?"

Sean: "?"

Connie said, "For some reason, your original family had to give you up for adoption. To avoid upsetting you, your adoptive parents chose to hide the truth and told you a well-intentioned lie that you were born in this hospital. Thus, this hospital exists in your past memories."

Then everything would make sense.

Sean: "..."

He realized this young woman was quite intelligent; she could find a reasonable explanation in such a short time, her thinking was agile.

But he rejected that explanation.

"But there are no other possibilities," Connie said. She wasn't intentionally trying to hurt Sean; she was analyzing seriously. "Otherwise, tell me, what should your family look like in your mind?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the lights in the corridor suddenly went out.

The entire hospital plunged into darkness in an instant, with only the safety exit sign at the corner still lit, emitting a faint green glow.

Connie was startled and asked Sean nervously, "Did you turn off the lights?"

"It wasn't me." Sean was also taken aback by the sudden change. The sudden darkness was quite frightening.

Connie patted her chest, calming her racing heart, and said, "Maybe the power went out."

Sean hadn't controlled the dream, and neither had she. This scene should be something Sean's parents had described as "really happening" when he was born.

"No, that's not right."

The strange feeling in Sean's heart intensified. He asked, "Did you hear anyone screaming?"

Connie actually listened carefully. "I don't think so?"

"That's why it's not right." Sean's brow furrowed. "Such a big hospital, so many patients. If the power suddenly goes out, how could no one be panicking or calling for help?"

Connie froze. Hearing Sean say that, she realized it wasn't just the electricity that had stopped, but also the sound.

The hospital was eerily quiet at this moment, so quiet it could even be called bizarre. Through the faint light emanating from the signs, she could see the family members waiting anxiously outside the delivery room, as if nothing had happened. They were still encouraging and comforting each other, but she couldn't hear a single sound.

For some reason, Connie felt a chill run down her spine.

A strange and absurd illusion suddenly struck her.

If she and Sean couldn't hear the people in the dream, could the people in the dream hear them?

At this moment, the roles of observer and observed in the dream seemed to have reversed. It was as if the power outage wasn't in the hospital, but in their ability to hear.

On Connie's arm, hidden by her sleeve, goosebumps were rising one by one.

The dream seemed to sense her thoughts, and in the next second—

The family members outside the delivery room suddenly stopped talking and slowly turned their heads.

Under the dim green light of the signs were five faces with no eyes, no nose, and no mouth. They were completely blank, flat as paper.

Connie: "!!!"

She screamed in terror, "Mr. Sean!"

Sean hadn't been too scared initially, but her scream made him break out in a cold sweat too.

Feeling the girl gripping his arm tightly, he forced himself to calm down. "Don't panic. Maybe you just grabbed the wrong Dream Potion."

He had taken the Natural Dream potion instead of the Nightmare Potion.

Connie really wanted to tell Sean that although she was young, she was already a mature Dream Weaver and wouldn't make such a low-level mistake. But if she hadn't mixed up the potions, how could something so terrifying happen??

Please don't tell me Sean's adoptive parents really look like that!

At this moment, Connie didn't know that even stranger things were yet to come.

Just as she and Sean were pondering various possibilities, the delivery room door opened.

A nurse came out holding a baby, her face full of relief. She said to the family members, "Congratulations, congratulations. It's a healthy baby boy."

The faceless family members turned their heads.

The lights in the corridor flickered back on, and the sounds around them returned to the usual hospital clamor.

The dream world, which had been on the verge of losing control, seemed to have returned to normal.

Just as Connie was about to breathe a sigh of relief, her peripheral vision followed the gaze of the family members, and her eyes suddenly widened, her heart skipping a beat.

The nurse had indeed brought out a baby boy, and he was healthy.

But the baby boy had Sean's current face!

As if sensing Connie's gaze, the baby boy opened his eyes, curled his lips, and smiled at her.

Connie: "!!!"

Help me!