Chapter 2851 - 2846: Dream Without a Ruler

Chapter 2851: Chapter 2846: Dream Without a Ruler

Aren’t you supposed to have everything under control?

I followed the plan entirely, so why does the situation seem increasingly out of control?

The conversation between the Master and Yibu was undoubtedly sudden, quickly escalating to the point of action.

But, considering the previous observations and speculations, it doesn’t seem difficult to understand.

First of all, the two parties are indeed very familiar with each other, not some scenario where the Master returns to find he lost the club, risking concealment in the Archipelago.

Their existence, and even the welcome ritual targeting themselves, is the theoretical result approved by the Archipelago’s controller, Demigod Yibu.

As for the so-called shelter, it’s indeed a political, not a strength-based matter.

When faced with Professor Fu’s visit from the Academy, Old Master Yibu was not without hospitality; he merely found a representative.

In short, everything looks suspicious, even the reasons for such actions are understandable—

This ever-present Divine Dream Remnants, indeed, is a heavy burden on Lord Yibu’s mind.

Disliking the Limb Attachment, he likely resorted to some violent means, only to be surprised that it was futile, thus having to seal the place.

At this time, if someone could help resolve it, he could turn a blind eye to some things.

Even if the other party wishes to take the lead, it’s agreeable; after all, a leader being willing to delegate is also a demonstration of leadership.

Unfortunately, despite giving the Master full control and using themselves as a tool, the situation’s progress is not ideal.

Specifically, the Divine Dream not only seems unresolved but even appears to have expanded across the entire island under stimulation.

In this case, it’s entirely reasonable for the leader to pursue accountability in anger.

"Say what? I don’t know anything."

Of course, the other party shirking responsibility is also standard practice.

Facing Yibu’s threatening words, the Master, though slightly panicked, absolutely refused to be the first person responsible.

"You know there’s nothing to see inside, we have no way of knowing what people did inside, not to mention that guy is inherently unpredictable and vexing."

Finding excuses undeniably involves emphasizing the difficulty of the situation.

So in front of the entire Archipelago, Fu Qian’s character was highly praised.

"And you knew this, yet you insisted on letting him in."

However, Old Master Yibu was not so easily swayed, his icy laughter almost audible.

"Yes, I suggested and insisted, and then you agreed."

But such blame-shifting wouldn’t halt due to pressure.

The Master openly admitted, yet directly pulled the other in, indicating it was a collective effort.

"Not to mention, to be cautious, I insisted on giving him only fifteen minutes."

...

Indeed, the time limit was not due to any real danger, but merely to strengthen management and enhance project controllability?

As one of the listeners, even though the voice couldn’t be heard, Fu Qian maintained a respectful demeanor, just like everyone else, sighing inwardly.

Of course, as mentioned earlier, such admonitions were entirely disregarded upon entry, far exceeding the limit by now.

After all, just exchanging pleasantries with Brother Patch took ten minutes.

"It was, to begin with, a dangerous attempt, and at this point, we should think about solving the immediate problem."

The Master’s attitude in striving for personal gain remained firm, and facing Yibu who was silent for a moment, the blame-shifting went to the third stage—things have reached this stage, is it meaningful to say anything more? Better to think about remedial measures.

"Oh? So you have a way to solve it?"

The fact proved that the three-pronged approach indeed had great power, and the situation seemed less tense.

Yet Old Master Yibu, long in power, was clearly no easy opponent, immediately retorting.

That’s well said, but you’d better not just be rallying others to solve the problem.

To turn the tide, first, shine and contribute.

"No... but I believe first we need to understand what happened, like whether this is now a dream or reality."

But for someone of Peak of Tier Four, such things are still somewhat challenging.

The Master did not insist stubbornly, decisively admitting the inadequacy, then firmly providing a slight lead—

"It’s a dream."

And during the intense exchange over there, Patch timely chimed in, casually resolving the Master’s confusion.

Of course, this was said to Fu Qian.

"I expanded the range of that Divine Dream Remnants a bit, the price being it won’t last long before completely disappearing."

Straightforwardly, Patch also explained why there was an hour’s limit.

"That’s quite good, it indeed felt a bit too quiet before."

Fu Qian nodded, indicating it also conformed to energy conservation.

Originally small but long-lasting, if suddenly greatly enlarged, it blooms brightly for a moment.

"But I’m more curious, what will they be like when they wake up after an hour?"

But he didn’t forget to inquire about a certain detail.

Since it’s a dream, there should be a concept of waking up.

Even the suspected Divine Dream proved so last time when doing a task here.

Once eyes open, all past experiences seem illusory—

"Hehe... that, I’m afraid I can’t say, need to see what they’ve experienced in this hour."

Yet this time Patch gave a different answer, smiling slyly.

"The boundary between dreams and reality might not be as clear as you think."

...

Oh? Not just feedback to the Spirit level, events here might directly affect reality?

Malicious yet easily understood, at that moment Fu Qian indicated the scenario Patch depicted subtly broke some fundamental restrictions.

And for those enjoying the Archipelago’s nightlife, this is undoubtedly not good news.

It means they will not only bear the current mental fear, any slightest movement within here might also be recorded by their flesh and blood.

"You seem well-versed?"

Not mourning everyone’s fate for a moment, Fu Qian instead became curious about Patch’s methods.

Expanding the Dream is one thing, but the sense of temperance and mastery, and snapping fingers for an instant online meeting, it feels like this one has long immersed deeply in the field.

"Just a little... over such a long time, have you heard of the dream controllers?"

Patch displayed modesty, chuckled while counter-asking.

"Yes, there is—I am."

In contrast, the young one’s sharpness is excessively brilliant.

Fu Qian, who repeatedly called himself the Master of the Dream Realm, naturally pointed to himself.

...

"Ha... haha... actually, that does make some sense."

At that moment Patch rarely froze for a second, then burst into laughter.

"Even in the earliest times, the domain of dreams was shared among the Divine Beings."