Perhaps out of curiosity, Joan of Arc did not immediately step in to rescue him. Besides, she did not actually think Aiou needed saving. After all, Aiou's way of thinking differed from that of ordinary people.
She even suspected that Aiou was enjoying himself so much he had forgotten the way home.
Over the next stretch of time, the hamsters grew more and more numerous, gradually forming a small mountain three meters high. Countless hamsters lay limp atop it, making for an utterly ridiculous sight.
Aiou looked speechlessly at Joan of Arc.
He had already noticed her, yet she apparently had no intention of interfering. She was actually watching the show.
"Fine, then let's see how this ends."
Aiou truly did not need Joan of Arc's rescue. Though he found it terribly boring, endlessly repeating the same process, he was also genuinely curious.
However, compared with being a hamster, he would rather Joan of Arc interfered so he could take the opportunity to escape and let her finish the experiment.
Unfortunately, Joan of Arc had grown wise to his tricks and would not fall for it at all. He could only serve as the guinea pig himself.
Dreams were much like novels; there was no way to view them through pure reason. After all, many authors wrote in streams of consciousness, thinking of one thing and writing another. Normal logic simply could not keep up with their leaping thoughts.
Of course, such authors generally flopped miserably, just like...
In the blink of an eye, a long time had passed. Joan of Arc had no idea exactly how long, because she was not entirely sure whether time in the Dream of All Beings flowed at the same rate as time in reality.
Most likely, it did not. After all, one dream