Sitting in the last row, Shuiyue stared blankly at the dead man's brain beside him.
Five minutes later, he asked, "When will Black be back?"
"He went to fight." A Dream Maker replied respectfully after a moment.
"When will the author of My Unemployment Life be back, then?"
"He isn't from here, and he's fighting Black."
"Oh... Hiss, then who am I supposed to support?"
Scratching his head, Shuiyue absentmindedly toyed with the scar on his scalp.
The scar was so deep that bone was visible. Parting his hair revealed a twisted scar like a ditch, separating the scalp on either side.
Black blood constantly seeped from it. From time to time, silver-white motes emerged from within, only for Shuiyue to grab them and forcibly stuff them back inside.
The price of touching a Mystic Object varied from person to person. The wound caused by the Mystic Object atop Shuiyue's head had turned his mind into a leaky kettle, with memories, emotions, and thoughts escaping from it now and then.
Some could be caught and brought back. Others could not.
As time passed, more and more things became impossible to retrieve, and his memory worsened. If the Heavenly Demon Sect had not given him this opportunity, he would probably have become a useless wreck by now.
So he still had to support Black.
He could not support the other side just because it was more fun.
Having made up his mind, he slapped the table and stood up, then began sorting through the contents of Nightmare Realm before him once more.
As a Special-Rank Dream Maker, even an incomplete one, the resources at his disposal were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
He had interacted with a great many Star Lords and fulfilled the requests of quite a few of