Making a dream impregnable was simple... just manifest it into reality. Then the dream's owner could become the master of a new world—no different from an act of creation. Even if it was several tiers beneath a normal world, that dream world was still undeniably a world.
Once Jiu Ming understood that, all he could say was, "Damn," before giving up on such an impractical notion. Better to be honest and do this properly.
Over the following stretch of time, an extra figure often appeared here, always remarkably punctual. It made Jiu Ming feel too embarrassed to be late himself. During this time, he had also observed this dreamscape. It was exactly the same as Mikage Yuzuki's.
The areas the dream's owner paid attention to were all sharply defined, while places beyond her awareness grew hazy, looking like an ink-wash painting. Jiu Ming had not rashly touched those places. If he did, he would probably receive some extra "attention" at once—not worth the loss.
Jiu Ming's idea was to first go through the course of events in this dream from start to finish, then think about other matters on the second run.
But things apparently would not proceed so smoothly. One day, she came here again. She seemed to have arrived alone, yet Jiu Ming easily noticed a group of bratty children from this era following far behind her.
They had clearly snuck after her.
But when had she gotten the idea that taking a little nap here would earn her something?
Little Ai Enma did not merely take things for herself. Every time she came here, she also brought some rice balls and set them beside her, treating them as payment.
So what should he give her this time? Jiu Ming pondered. Everything had remained peaceful so far, and