After a press conference, the whole world was shaken. Not everyone in every country had watched it from beginning to end, but clips soon spread online. Within half a day, almost everyone was talking about nightmares, cultivators, and gods.
"Why hasn't the government given us a clear answer? We need to know the truth about the nightmares! Stop hiding it!"
"I told you the Absolute God was real! Now you finally believe me!"
"No! It's all a plot by the Eastern Peace Kingdom! Nightmare creatures, dream exorcists, cultivation, gods—it's all fake! Fake! You've fallen for their cheap tricks!"
"The person above has lost their mind. How sad."
"My life is so dull. I hope supernatural beings really do exist. They'd make things a little more interesting."
"Friend, once a nightmare sets its sights on you, you won't find it interesting. You'll feel nothing but boundless fear!"
"Huh? I was afraid before the Absolute God descended, and I'm still supposed to be afraid afterward? Then what did he come for?! Nightmares are nothing. I'll say one prayer to the god, then sit back and watch the nightmare die!"
"Can the Absolute God Society in Moore State really communicate with the god? I'm thinking of joining—"
Netizens across the world argued fiercely. The vast majority believed in nightmares, dream exorcists, and the god; only a stubborn few kept insisting otherwise. The debate raged online, and the streets were just as lively. In cities across many countries, people organized marches on their own, demanding a clear answer from their governments. They had a right to know.
The sheer scale of the demonstrations gave governments everywhere a headache.
In Novarien, a nation whose strength rivaled the Eastern Peace Kingdom's, the president sat in a brightly lit conference room, his brow tightly furrowed.
"Gentlemen, can