Forget it, forget it. He did not care much about it anyway. Even the most ordinary world having a few hidden big-shot old monsters was perfectly normal, wasn't it?
What concerned him more was something else—was his age about to jump up several brackets again? Even if time in a dream did not count, the sensation of all that time passing was no joke.
"Six years... this is simply tragic." Jiu Ming fiddled with a leafy branch in his hand, his expression grief-stricken. How should he put it? Here, even if he wanted to make a simple game console... even one that could only play Tetris, with a pixel display, it was impossible!!
Even that thing was several hundred years ahead of this dream's era.
"Six years... It will be the year of sacrifice again soon. I heard from my cousin that the village harvests have been poor these past few years." Little Ai Enma spoke softly inside the tiny mountain god shrine. She had always stayed here. Sentaro did come by from time to time, but fearing that others might discover them, he could not visit too often.
Leaving a little girl alone in such a desolate place—he truly did not know how the real her had endured that time. Now that Jiu Ming was here as an observer, she probably did not feel what she had experienced before her death.
"That can only be called bad luck." Jiu Ming curled his lips. There was no supernatural power here that could affect the weather. Even if some "mountain god" really had taken revenge... that was impossible too. The moment that mountain god showed itself, Jiu Ming would notice immediately.
"Is that so? Thank you for keeping me company all this time." Ai Enma looked through the crack in the