The next morning!
The dream painstakingly woven by the heavenly demon shattered like a soap bubble.
An eleven- or twelve-year-old boy awoke, sitting propped against an antique mahogany bed in a castle, clicking his tongue as he savored the strange dream from the night before.
Deep within his mind, a vague conviction arose: the inspiration sparked by a dream could change the course of a life in uncanny ways.
Suggestions from dreams were hardly rare. Sometimes people woke in the middle of the night and wrote one down, only to check it the next day and find nothing but "remember to buy bread when you wake up," with no logic to it at all.
But this dream's suggestion felt much more real. Even after waking, he could not help believing it.
"Ding, ding!"
"Riiing..."
Suddenly, the mechanical clock sounded its piercing alarm.
The purpose of an alarm clock seemed to be to make people wake up early enough to turn it off.
Leo Bogado got up and switched off the alarm. He tried to recall the dream again, only to find that its faint memories had already vanished completely.
The same scene played out in every corner of the Black Tower Continent-tens of thousands, tens of millions, hundreds of millions...
The scenes painstakingly woven by the heavenly demon seeped into dreams like spring rain. Some children forgot them upon waking, some never remembered them at all, and others forgot after a while.
Forgetting could not erase the traces of what had once existed. Once they became wizards, with the Omnipotent Eye's magic to assist them, these fleeting dreams would erupt as flashes of inspiration.
"Whooo..."
Yin Ming slipped away from the shattered dream without pausing for a moment.
His heavenly demon incarnation continued roaming through illusion, its hundreds of millions