In a guest room at the Boreas Estate, Cui Ciyou abruptly sat up in bed.
Fine beads of cold sweat covered his forehead.
The clothes on his back were already soaked through with cold sweat.
Cui Ciyou gasped for breath. In his normally placid black eyes,
the mental exhaustion from his confrontation with the Human God still lingered.
That bone-deep chill.
That boundless expanse of Pure White Space.
And that blurred figure made of mosaic pixels, brimming with malice.
They still haunted Cui Ciyou's mind.
And at the very moment Cui Ciyou's consciousness struggled free of that unsettling dream,
beneath the same silent night sky,
dozens of kilometers away in Buena Village, in another bedroom in the Greyrat home...
"Hehe... hehehe..."
Rudeus Greyrat
was sleeping soundly, drool almost spilling from the corner of his plump little mouth onto his soft pillow.
On Rudeus's little face was the same trademark, slightly lecherous smile worn by his unreliable father, Paul Greyrat.
It was practically the Greyrat family's signature expression, passed down through the generations.
In Rudeus's dream, a voluptuous, blonde, blue-eyed older woman with a mountainous bosom
was dressed in extremely revealing clothes that barely covered the essentials.
Sweet and coquettish, she nestled in Rudeus's arms, giving off a cloying fragrance.
She fawned over him, making seductive little moans that would set any man's blood racing...
This was the embodiment of Rudeus's deepest, most primal fantasy.
But just as Rudeus was about to take things further,
ready to bring this wonderful dream to its "climax"-
the entire vivid, sensual dream world suddenly
began to twist and ripple wildly, like a lake struck by a huge boulder.
The alluring scene and the seductive beauty fractured inch by inch, like glass smashed by a hammer.
They were rapidly replaced by meaningless blocks of pure