Back in the room, Wayne took out the invitation that Richard gave him and put it on the table.
"Could horse racing... be involved in what I heard today?" His eyes narrowed slightly.
From the few words exchanged between the two people, it could be heard that they seemed to be trying to do something in the sink. It's a pity that I didn't pay more attention to this matter at that time, otherwise I could at least lock in the identities of those two people.
However, since even the king would attend with his two princes, would anyone really be bold enough to do something trivial on such an occasion?
Or maybe, they were not talking about this horse farm?
With a hint of suspicion, Wayne fell back on the bed.
…
For many people, life is just a boring game.
At a certain age, you should be urged to do certain things, just like at a certain level, you should challenge certain monsters.
Moreover...it is also the type with particularly poor positive incentives, making people question whether their past investments are meaningful at all times.
Sometimes while playing, I really can’t figure out whether I am playing a game or being played by a game.
"——Is there a girl you like outside? If you have a girlfriend, bring her back and see!"
From a certain point on, whenever I go home, I will always hear such concern.
It is different from the cautious testing in the past, and it is no longer the beating that once treated puppy love like a scourge.
For people who have entered society, getting married and having children seems to be just some kind of programmed process in everyone's eyes.
But sadly, that wasn't the case for him.
How to get married to someone you don't love? Just the thought of spending time with such a person every day makes me feel like I am torturing both the other person and myself.
"Don't be so demanding!" People around you said, "Maybe you'll like me if you get along with me more."
Occasionally, someone would advise him: "Marry someone first and take care of the family, then that's it. Who will care about you once you have a child?"
How pitiful——
That new life is just for the sake of continuation.
The paradoxical feeling of powerlessness enveloped him again.
I have been working hard to meet the expectations of others, but even I can't find any meaning in my existence. Do I want to drag other innocent people into this muddy water?
...You have to find the person you really like.
When this thought crossed his mind, a fork in the road suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Everything you want is right in front of you, chase it with all your strength." A vague voice sounded in this empty world.
He could feel a familiar breath coming from in front of these two forked roads. On one side is Chris and on the other is Song Li.
And just when he finally recognized it——
Wayne remembered his identity.
The joy that just appeared on his face had not yet had time to take shape, and it suddenly became solemn.
"Who are you?"
When his thoughts returned to normal flow, doubts followed him like gangrene in his bones.
The voice didn't answer.
Behind him is an abyss of nothingness. There is no way to retreat, only forward.
But the two clearly forked roads ahead were undoubtedly telling him that he could only choose one of the two at the moment.
'I must be dreaming. '
Wayne had this realization.
Believing that this was just a strange dream, the urgency of being urged to make a choice suddenly dissipated a lot.
This kind of experience is not unfamiliar to him. Although he is still not skilled in manipulating dreams, he has indeed succeeded many times.
Thinking of this, Wayne was no longer anxious to see the girl he liked. Instead, he stopped where he was and looked up to observe the surrounding environment.
Anyway, I can meet them as soon as I wake up, so there is no rush at this moment.
While he was looking at this very perfunctory and empty world, he shouted with slight disgust: "Hey! Whoever you are, come and talk to me."
Although he said this verbally, in his heart he already regarded that voice as another side of himself.
Maybe it's like Tasia said, the unconscious self deep inside?
Needless to say, this kind of schizophrenia-like experience is quite novel.
"When I wake up, even if you want to talk to me, I probably won't have time to talk to you."
Wayne walked around leisurely, looking for a place to sit down.
But the place where he stood was just a narrow open space, and the places further on both sides were shrouded in thick darkness.
Just when he was thinking that he should have a chair, a series of strange explosions suddenly erupted from the bottomless abyss behind him, as if some kind of indescribable disaster was quickly sweeping over.
"Run, you ignorant and fearless man." The voice said without emotion. "This space will collapse soon. It's not too late to save the person you want to save most."
Wayne was indeed startled by the sudden change, but he reacted immediately.
This is my own dream!
So he forcibly suppressed his body's instinctive stress response to danger, desperately focused on the surrounding environment, and kept filling his mind with another set of backgrounds to replace the current situation.
'It's just a small scene...it's just a small scene...The most outrageous dream I've ever had was much more advanced than this thing. I could blow up a planet with one punch! '
When Wayne showed extreme resistance, the [disaster] surging like a tide in the abyss seemed to be affected by his strong will, and the world suddenly calmed down.
Time seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.
——If there really is such a thing as time here.
The darkness suddenly dissipated, and what came into view was a completely different scene than before.
The auras of Song Li and Chris disappeared at some point, as if everything that just happened was just an illusion. He was standing in the middle of an extremely empty flat land, with countless wooden boxes half as tall as a man stacked irregularly in front of him.
Endless wooden boxes were stacked on top of each other, as if they were connected to the sky and the earth. Standing under this pile of wooden boxes, Wayne felt that he was smaller than an ant, and it was difficult to even breathe.
Wayne was stunned. This picture was not unfamiliar to him.
"You're so annoying."
A familiar voice came from one of the wooden boxes.
However... the person speaking was not who he thought he was subconsciously, but actually Chris.
"No, you're not Chris!" Wayne said flatly.
He shook his head violently, trying to wake himself up from his trance.
"You're a little too conceited. Don't you mean that if you say yes, you won't mean if you don't?" Although this Chris's smile is equally beautiful, there is always an inexplicable meaning in it.
"I know you're not." Wayne decided not to have a useless debate with her.
"Tell me who you are?"
