Unable to Tell the Real from the Fake

"Holy crap, Idol, it really is you!"

Moyun blurted it out. He had never expected his companion to be the son of the legendary Whitebeard!

This wasn't just Palo's delusion, was it? If it was, then Moyun would have to give Palo a good laugh once he got out.

Palo actually wanted to become Whitebeard's son!

"Gurararara, why is this brat so interesting? You know me?"

Whitebeard plopped down onto a seat, pulled out a huge bottle of liquor from the cabinet, and slammed it onto the table with a bang.

"Drink less. Your health hasn't been very good lately."

"I know. Women just love to worry!"

Whitebeard muttered the last sentence under his breath, afraid of being scolded.

Though it was an incredibly heartwarming scene, Moyun's brow furrowed tightly. It was simply too real.

He was deeply worried that Palo would be unable to break free.

These people seemed as though they truly existed. Whether it was their movements, habits, or even their personalities, everything was so lifelike.

One could only imagine how much effort that old man had put into trapping Palo in this dream forever.

"What's wrong, brat? Can't you drink?"

"I won't drink. I'll just have some juice."

Moyun gave an awkward smile. When Whitebeard said nothing for a long while, he curiously raised his head and saw Whitebeard looking at him with a very strange expression.

"What is it?"

"I only just noticed—why are you so short, kid? Is it because you don't eat properly?"

"???"

There was really no need to be so sarcastic.

Moyun curled his lips speechlessly, suddenly feeling as if he was about to stop being a fan.

At that moment, the old man also sensed that someone had intruded. He was startled. How could anyone break in without his ability?