492 The world is in this hand.

Before you blink.

I must have been in a venue set up at Fei Long's hunting ground.

I thought Mr. Ashel had brought him in to say hello to the people.

Micheira proper, Mr. Nazaria's family. There are eight other people to look after and three women to forgive.

They have purple hair, the other a pathologically white girl.

Yes. If you peek into that girl's green eyes, you'll be captured by the feeling of being drawn in...

Where the hell am I?

A bright white world.

A world of nothing.

A pure white space with no heaven, no earth, no front or back.

Yeah, maybe it's not space.

Maybe I'm just being blinded and stuck.

But...

When I dropped my gaze, I saw my body.

Dressed in sunshine, he looks the same as before.

Hands that move flickering to confirm self. feet moving to check the ground.

I see me.

So, you didn't lose your sight.

Move your hands. Move your body. Then I feel the air flow. The sound of clothes rubbing...... does not. But I felt the friction of rubbing clothes together.

I'll try to move my legs. It's a strange place with no heaven or earth, but from the back of my legs came the feeling of solid ground.

"Where am I?

and try to speak like a soliloquy.

The air leaks out of my mouth, but I realize I don't have a voice.

No, isn't it just your voice?

No rubbing sound, no treading on the ground, not even a slight tinnitus.

Silent.

Everything but me had been captured in an area that had been eliminated.

But wonder and anxiety don't boil.

I was optimistic to observe the situation, even though it was incomprehensible.

Is it really a space of nothing?

Oh, maybe it's not space?

No, no. There's me, and there's a bright white world out there, so it's space, right?

Why are you here?

The reason I keep coming up with it is still that girl, isn't it?

There was something special in the girl's eyes, and I was dragged into it.

So, is this the space created by girls?

"He's a bright boy."

Then a voice descended into a white space where nothing was supposed to exist but me.

The voice sounds directly to the head, not as a sound.

"Yeah, who was that earlier?"

And I tried to speak up, but I don't. But the Lord of the Voice has read my will and made my voice fall directly into my head again.

'Be aware. It's a world of nothing, but it's a world of everything. "

Mm-hmm. I'm saying something difficult.

A world where there's nothing and everything exists?

If there's nothing, there's nothing there, is there?

If everything exists, you're not saying there's nothing.

I'm confused by contradictory words. But after that, the voice that reaches my heart stops responding.

Apparently, think for yourself.

I exist.

Nothing else exists.

But first, at this point, you're not saying there's nothing.

Then...... I didn't even exist in this space in the first place?

Then why did all of a sudden I show up in this world?

Because of the girl?

Got caught up in something?

Or did I unconsciously create it myself?

No, don't you have it?

Even if I have the ability to use the power of dragons and spirits, I don't have the special ability to create the world itself. I've never trained, I've never felt a scale of power.

Then again, this particular environment is not attributable to me, and there must be that girl or some other factor involved.

And the voice that struck my heart said, A world where everything exists.

Doesn't that mean that when I showed up in a space where I didn't even exist, everything changed from a world of nothing to a world of existence?

Then surely, everything must exist here. I guess I just don't recognize it.

Again, I'll make sure I exist.

Move your gaze and you'll see your hands and your feet. Of course you can check the torso.

The feel of clothing touching the skin. Air resistance, foot feel.

Turning your mind inward, you can also recognize the presence of a heartbeat in your chest and a quietly pulsating dragon jewel.

Unusual me.

But for one thing, there was something different.

Yes, I don't have a voice. It's not just the voice, it doesn't sound. No voice, no rubbing sound, no sound that reaches your ears.

But if the voice that came down on my head is right, there can't be no sound. Isn't that just something I don't recognize?

Both the appearance of me and the feeling of clothing passing on to my skin are judgment materials for me to recognize as me, and are necessary elements for my presence in this world.

But maybe the sound is a little different.

Voices are the ability to feel connected to the other person, and information from your ears is meant to help you understand your connection to the world.

A world of pure white.

A world that doesn't exist except me.

No. That's how I recognize the wrong world, so I just don't feel connected to the world or the others.

There can't be anything. 'Cause until just now, I was busy in the venue. There must have been a mysterious group in front of us.

Even the Mistrals, Old Sleighsta and the Titan Demon King were there, weren't they?

This is no space for nothing.

A world where everything exists. Yes, that should be the same world I was in earlier.

Nevertheless, there is no sound and I can't hear it, and everything I see doesn't turn into a white thing.

So how can we recognize the world?

How to recognize the world, not relying on vision, not relying on sound, not relying on the feeling transmitted from your skin.

Yeah. I know another way, don't I?

Nothing, but I do rely on the ground feeling it conveys, and I sit back. And when I clawed, I began meditating.

Calm your mind and let down your consciousness deeply.

The world is connected by dragon veins.

You can't see it with your eyes, and you can't touch it directly. But I can feel it.

Looks like a great river with a gentle stream, or feels like a rapid stream. The very strange dragon pulse runoff flows all over the world like the eyes of a net.

I felt the dragon pulse flow as soon as I was meditating.

Not mainstream, thin flow. But there's a dragon pulse flow underneath my seat.

After all, there was no such thing as me. [M]

A deep sinking heart touches the dragon pulse.

Even though it's a thin dragon pulse, the stronger the flow the more alert you are, the more likely you will be swallowed and drowned.

Is that it?

Could...

Two, strange thoughts went past my head.

Wouldn't this thin dragon pulse also be because I'm recognizing that I am?

Maybe it's not thin. Maybe it's not a violent flow.

It was when I thought so.

A dragon pulse as thin as a creek transforms into a river so large that you can't see either side of the bank. The intense flow changes and turns into a gentle flow.

No, the dragon pulse flowing at my feet had turned into a magnificent figure like the mainstream.

Somehow, I opened my eyes.

This is all the dragon pulse flow. Even if you are not meditating, you can feel its presence strongly.

And I'm surprised to open my eyes.

Changes were appearing in a world that was white.

In a space where there was no heaven or earth, the earth was born.

But that's not a normal earth.

Sparkling rainbow-colored earth. The gaze just moves a little, golden or silver. If you look closely, the glowing earth was flowing in slow motion like a great river.

I stood on a strange earth. [M]

I know.

This beautiful landscape. A landscape, or a stream like a great river.

I'm standing directly above the dragon vein right now.

It's the first dragon pulse I see, but it's not a mistake. I did capture the landscape with my eyes that I always captured with my heart.

I see, it's a world where everything exists.

Even the unusual event of standing above a flowing dragon pulse exists.

Then there must be more to this world. And I should be able to recognize them.

I could feel the dragon pulse.

Now when it comes to what you can recognize…

It follows the dragon pulse, not the Great River, but the earth, and expands its consciousness. Soon after that, I was able to recognize the next world.

A being that sucks up dragon veins to full vigour. The great tree that feeds on the dragon vein. It's not rooted for what it is, and I'm feeding it instead. [M]

Now I am getting rice from the earth with all my thoughts.

Following the flow of dragon pulses that could be sucked up, there existed a spirit tree that grew large enough to look up.

The moment I realized that.

The spirit tree appeared in the white world.

It should have suddenly appeared in front of me, but it felt like it existed from the beginning. I gently put my hands on a spirit tree that I could see with my eyes as well as signs.

Bark feel. From the inside of the trunk, I feel the life force sucking up the dragon pulse.

The spiritual tree has shaken its branches and greeted me.

"I'm here."

The voice of the Spirit Tree reaches my heart.

"Yeah, stay with me."

and replied with his heart, the spiritual tree nodded with a reliable presence...... felt taken.

Now, when this happens, that's the next one.

If you can confirm that I am not the only world, the only question that remains is whether I can feel everything in the world.

I rely on the presence of spiritual trees and the flow of dragon pulses to find the next being.

Speaking of spiritual trees, Ares, the spirit of spiritual trees. And it's an ancient species of dragon tribe that unconsciously sucks up dragon veins from time to time.

Me and the Spirit Tree are here, and there's no way Ares is not in possession.

Through the flow of the dragon pulse, it's impossible not to sense that overwhelming presence of Old Sleighsta.

If you look, they were found in disquiet.

The moment I found them, they still existed in this world.

Relax in the back where the spiritual tree is growing, Old Sleighsta.

And, Mr. Ashel!

"It feels bad to be here."

"Uh-huh."

Mr. Ashel stared at me.

And notice.

I can hear the sound. I can speak up.

Now that I recognized my connection to the world, I was able to speak and hear sounds.

But this wasn't the only surprise.

"Fuzzy, fuzzy"

"Mm-hmm. Where am I?

"Oh, my God, Priscia's following me."

Oh, my God.

I tried to recognize Ares, and besides, she followed me.

But right. Little ones are always with you, aren't they? Speaking of Ares, he's my play friend, Priscia. I wonder if this will happen because Niemia is an ancient species of dragon tribe, and also a best friend of Priscia and Ares.

Ares hugged me.

Is Priscia asleep or is she holding hands with me like she's asleep and looking around wondering?

Niemia was as generous as usual over Priscia's head.

"Hmm, it's a rare place."

"Does Grandpa know about this space?

"Don't know. But it's not the kind of place you can come if you want. After all, did they call you in?"

"That's too much for your grandfather."

"Goddamn it, was it? He was a better protector."

Mr. Ashel changed his gaze from me to old Sleighsta. [M]

What do you mean?

Did Mr. Ashel bring me and everyone into this space because of someone she guards?

I did get sucked into the morbid whiteness girl's eyes...

"Witches of dreams. Master of the ancient capital, whom we guard."

Mr. Ashel, who read my mind in confusion, told me.

"... Yep!?

Put it down for a few beats and I turned back to surprise.

"Nice to meet you. Welcome to the world of dreams, Lord Elnea the Dragon King. This is in the dream I see. My dreams are yours. Your dreams are mine. I am the one who travels the world in dreams."

I don't have to know. Suddenly they appeared in this world.

A girl of morbid whiteness is smiling and turning a gentle gaze at me.

Two women with purple hair are standing, as is Micheira.

Behind the four, the Nazariah family and eight others.

"Yeah, you're the one Mr. Ashel is protecting... this is in your dreams?

"It's my dream, but it's yours too"

Hmm, like they say it's hard.

It is understandable that Mr. Ashel is the one to protect.

I mean, a girl of morbid whiteness is called the witch of dreams, and you mean Mr. Ashel or the master of the ancient capital that Neemia guards, right?

The ancient capital is, you see, that's it.

It's a paradise where all the women live.

You read my thoughts, besides Micheira and the girl, two purple-haired women were laughing.

Ha. I didn't know these people could read their minds, too!

Me being embarrassed as soon as I know that a beautiful woman has read my weird thoughts.

Knock, it's a total failure. And as I let my gaze swim as I blushed, I saw Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel in my eyes.

As usual. I don't know, it's too normal and I don't feel good.

The girl is Mr. Ashel's precious dignitary, isn't she? It's like the dragon clan of the ancient species protects it. And both Micheira and the two purple-haired women should be people in the same position as that dignitary.

Yet there are no signs of awe or reverence.

I can't say much about the others because I won't change the king before me either.

Still, it seems that high beings have quite an attitude...

"Thinking so, don't you have that attitude at the moment?"

"When you ask me!

Ha, should I kneel?

High head, makes you angry?

But I don't think that's the kind of upside-down relationship you have with Micheira or Nazaria...

"You don't have to be afraid. We are not powerful or great."

"Your grandfather protects spiritual trees, but he doesn't honor them or anything, does he? It's just like that."

"Hmmm...... I mean, are these people like spiritual trees?

Like sucking up dragon veins or being protected by awesome people or dragons?

If I piss you off, are they the kind of horrible people that would destroy civilization!?

"It's okay, it's warm looking like this."

Dull, giggling girl.

Shit, they read weird thoughts again.

You look like this, and I say, but you don't really think you're going to destroy civilization if you're angry like some dragon tribe or some spirit, because you look like a pathological girl no matter where you look.

But I wonder.

Micheira doesn't feel cute and horrible either.

The two purple haired...

"Thou hast read thoughts, so thou shalt consider things modestly for a little while. Otherwise you will regret it."

"... Grandpa, I want you to be the first to tell me that"

"Hmm, have you yet trained your mind not to be read?"

"No way!

Speaking of which, you've never had an unread trial or anything.

This is how my heart works. I can't help it if it's leaking.

Two purple-haired women were laughing at my thoughts and Sleighsta's old interaction.

It feels sweet to laugh, but I still feel like I'm not the only one with the signs.

"It's better than that. Is this all the Elnea world has to offer? I'll advise you if there's anything missing."

"Mmm, is that advice..."

Micheira smiles, but she's a big enemy.

In the Forbidden Territories, they took Ares away all of a sudden if they thought we were close.

Perhaps this time we can push something hard again.

Girls also say they are warm, but the standard of my warmth, which is common, and the standard of warmth they have may not be the same.

Then I must be vigilant.

So that whatever happens next can be dealt with.

I'm gonna hug Ares, and I'm gonna pull Priscia hard to hold her hand.

You can't risk your little one.

And...

Again, bring consciousness back to the dragon pulse.

Rely on dragon pulse flow to find a familiar presence.

Strong and Rin signs. From there, look for signs of cleanliness.

I can also find signs that I'm good at hiding.

Signs of a free run. And two melons, another sign.

I found it as soon as I looked for it.

The moment I found them, they existed in this world.

"... Ernea, what the hell is this place?

"Ernea, what have you done now?"

"Yeah, what, it's my fault!?

"Dear Elnea, I would have liked to have been the only one you could have invited."

"Is it too much alcohol?

"Are you even dreaming?

"Yeah, this is a dream."

Mistral, Luiseine, Lyla, Ufiria, and Nina.

My wives show confusion when they are called into this strange world. I explained my history and circumstances to them. [M]

"… so what is your purpose?"

Knowing the situation, it is Mistral who takes the lead in the family.

Yeah...... I'm the first one drawn in, so I'd like to move on!

I read my troubled thoughts. Micheira and Sleighsta old people were laughing like they were frightened.

But there's one woman with a smile and a step toward us, a distance. A woman with purple hair stretched to her back and a decorative forehead.

"He who is led by dragons and loved by many races. So, do you deserve the world? Please, let us try."

"What!?

"We are those who tour the world. We need to know how you relate to the world."

"Yeah...... What happens if the world doesn't deserve it?

"Don't worry. As the witch of dreams said, we are warm. If the Elneas are not the ones involved in the world, it's the way it's always been."

It was Micheira who answered my question.

"If you fail the exam, this is a dream story. Even if the Elneas don't want it, talk about dreams. But if the world recognizes you just a little bit and you're motivated by the Erneans, you have a reward. It's gonna be a wedding celebration."

"I mean, there's going to be an exam, and nothing bad happens to us if we fail. But when you pass, you mean good things?

"Really!

Um, is there really a story like that that only this one gets?

"It's okay. 'Cause we can get it right too."

A woman making a purple stream with her hair over a dragon vein was gently laughing.

"What do we do?

I stare at everyone. Everyone was staring at me, too.

"Failure is a dream."

"If you succeed, you'll be rewarded."

"Try things!

Motivated Ufiria, Nina and Lyla.

"Elnea, I'll leave you to it."

You can count on me, Louiseine.

"You're caught up in something weird again..."

Sigh, but leave it to me, Mistral.

Then the answer is like decided, isn't it?

"Now let me take that exam!

When I said it on behalf of my family, the woman with the forehead decoration nodded.

"First, let me show you your strength. I, Farna, will deal with you."