In a parallel world, the white-haired man had just gotten out of bed when he saw Zhao Cheng drinking morning tea and Zhao Xiaoxiang quietly painting. A strange feeling suddenly arose within him: Zhao Cheng seemed to have grown stronger.
This strength was not a sense of greater power, but rather that his very essence seemed to have risen to a higher level.
As for exactly how, that was beyond his ability to perceive.
He truly was special—otherwise, Dream Space would never have chosen him—but talent had its limits.
Back when he had first entered the space, he had merely been more perceptive than ordinary people, able to sense danger more easily.
Only later, as he steadily grew stronger and raised Dream Lock to the fifth tier, did this trait of heightened perception receive an enormous boost.
He was somewhat puzzled. Is this the speed at which demon gods grow stronger?!
There was indeed a theory that the higher one stood, the faster one grew—not slower, but ever faster.
The weak cultivated by grinding through time and piling up the years, while the strong directly modified the data.
As for what data they modified, naturally, it was the data governing the growth of power.
The weak cultivated through addition, and addition had limits. The strong, however, directly changed addition into multiplication, exponentiation, or even...
Of course, this was merely something like a rumor within the space. No one knew where the saying had originated, and no one took it seriously.
Zhao Cheng noticed the white-haired man as well. Recently, their relationship had progressed rapidly—though that referred to friendship.
White Hair and his teammates had been extremely cooperative with Zhao Cheng. Zhao Cheng, meanwhile, had not merely been freeloading. While studying the underlying logic of Dream Space's power system, he had