Jia Xiu was awakened by the noise at dawn.
A clamor rose from the street—footsteps, shouts, and the sound of things breaking.
At first, he did not pay it much mind.
He had studied records related to the Dream Demon until late last night. Though many questions remained unsolved, the task progress had passed thirty percent, proving that he was heading in the right direction.
Next, he needed to figure out why the murderer was doing this. After all, a Dream Demon's Descent merely plunged an area into an illusory dream.
It was not all that strange for a Demon to have such ideas. Nothing Demons did was particularly strange. But for an actual person to believe it—a person who could read and write properly, who had studied quite a few spells—that was strange.
Jia Xiu personally believed that either the murderer had misunderstood something and failed to grasp the Dream Demon's power's actual purpose.
Or they wanted to achieve some grander goal while Gawad was plunged into slumber.
For example, carrying out another massive sacrifice and offering up the population of an entire city.
That would probably be enough for him, or her, or it, to ascend on the spot as some Demon God's Chosen.
Once everyone had fallen into dreams anyway, they could do whatever they wanted.
To become a Demon God's Chosen and gain immense power—that motive did make sense.
On the road to magical power, it was not uncommon for someone to be blocked by a bottleneck that appeared out of nowhere, then remain stuck there for the rest of their life.
Talent determined one's upper limit; effort determined whether one could reach that limit. Sometimes, even after pushing oneself to the utmost, that was simply as far as one could go. There was nothing to