He took half a step forward, his expression serious.
"Is there a possibility..."
"—that everything you brought into this 'dream,' including those Soul Steel bodies of yours, and even these seeds..."
"Was actually stored somewhere completely intact outside the dream, on the Emperor Scepter's real physical level?"
"That the so-called 'consumption' is merely this dream's simulation and feedback under its rules?"
"?"
"???"
Yan Huan's eyes flew wide open, and he could not help sucking in a sharp breath. The temperature in the bathhouse instantly rose by several degrees.
That was right!
Amphoreus was essentially a supercomputer.
All the equipment and items he had brought in had merely been scanned, modeled, and converted into internal data.
Even if the system in this world determined that the seeds had been used, the Soul Steel energy depleted, or the items blown up, they were most likely still lying quietly somewhere in the real world.
"Heh. It seems you have finally touched upon the core of this paradox."
Anaxa watched Yan Huan's enlightened expression with satisfaction and continued,
"When people dream, they often find it difficult to realize they are dreaming."
"And theoretically, every rule within a dream is shaped and constrained by the dreamer's own cognition and subconscious."
"If you believe that you no longer possess the strength you had at your peak, then naturally, you will be powerless in the dream."
"If you believe that some precious item has been completely used up, then according to the dream's logic, it naturally no longer exists."
"And now, you can try shaking the rules here just a little. For example, redefine the inventory in your pocket."
Hearing that, Yan Huan immediately raised a hand and, uncertainly, reached into his seemingly ordinary inner pocket, attempting to pull out the seeds that should theoretically still