If he could break free of the dream's suppression and restore himself to the strength of an eighth-rank, what would he need Dole to say anything for?
He grew troubled. "I don't have any good ideas either. I tried hard to imagine that I possessed eighth-rank strength, but it still won't work."
Dole looked at him and smiled faintly. "You're still being suppressed by the dream, and by your memories as well. In your memories, you were only fifth-rank at this time, so you can only be fifth-rank. There's nothing to be done about it. Dreams are shaped by the mind. You may not be someone who believes mind over matter, but this world changes according to your imagination."
Just as Dole finished speaking, a black dragon in the distance suddenly barked, "Hey, Little Eighteen! Are you looking to get whipped? Why aren't you hurrying up and working?"
At the rebuke, the old black dragon's body immediately trembled. He hurriedly got back to work, terrified of being beaten.
Seeing this, Dole sighed inwardly. This old black dragon had suffered quite a bit here back then. The moment he saw these overseer black dragons, his legs turned to jelly. What a useless fellow.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about you find a way to actively alter the storyline and make things deviate from their course? Get the Nightmare Empire to attack you, then we'll create a situation where the other old black dragons besiege him."
"Your black dragon clan certainly isn't made up of just that one ancestor. As long as they can gang up on him, I can make my move and take you out of here."
While dutifully working, the old black dragon racked his brains frantically. Before long, he seemed to think of something. "We