"Drip ...... Drip...... Drip ......"

Standing in the middle of a giant intersection, the traffic light is counting down the time to change color, and it is still red, pedestrians are stopped, and cars are coming and going.

This also means that the figure standing in the center of the intersection is trapped in the car formation, and the endless stream of vehicles converges into a milky white streamline, one after another, intertwined into the shape of a checkerboard grid, woven into a cage, locking Hoden's footsteps in place, unable to move.

"How...... What's going on?"

Somewhat flustered and a little confused, Horden turned around three hundred and sixty degrees on the spot and looked around:

The shrill sound of horns is like a herd of elephants, the piercing exhaust fumes are surging everywhere, the dense crowd bustling fills every corner of the sight, and the towering skyscrapers connect the sky with the ground, forming a criss-crossing checkerboard grid with the traffic line, and there is no escape.

All the lines are blurred, unable to outline the specific appearance of cars and tall buildings, nor can they depict the outline of human faces, but everything is real, and the images constructed by smell and hearing are converging separately, and the vivid picture seems to be breaking through the visual fog.

Surrounded by groups.

Rushing to the face.

The excitement and joy after the shock firmly grasped the heart, contracted violently, and almost lost its breath, and the brain fell into a brief freeze, so it could only hold its breath and stare wide-eyed, trying to visually capture clear lines and contours, construct an accurate picture, and then send accurate signals to the brain:

He's home.

He really came home.

Familiar motor vehicles, familiar skylines, familiar crowds of people, and even the ability to see familiar Chinese characters, the ubiquitous intimacy makes the pulse begin to beat violently, and the cheers are stuck in the throat, and the shouts are not able to scream, but they try their best to widen their eyes and take in all the familiar scenery around them.

But...... Can not see clearly.

Everything is shrouded in clouds, only vague lines can be captured, and the whole world is made up of criss-crossed, uneven lines, like pencil drawings drawn by a pencil:

The scene is depicted in simple straight lines, but it is not vivid enough because of the lack of skill, the picture lacking arcs and curves is a little monotonous, and the neat lines are also lacking in flexibility.

It should still be at the elementary level.

Hula-la.

The colors began to fade, the lines began to fade, the vivid pencil drawings seemed to reveal the truth because of the distance, and the vivid scene immediately became stiff, like a thick fog rolling in, and then turned into black and white lines that gradually faded and dissipated.

In the end, only a blank space remains.

It's like a chaotic void.

Rumble!

The whole brain throbbed, Horden closed his eyes stiffly, his consciousness instantly cleared, all the mental tentacles and elemental senses faded like a tide, leaving only the cold moonlight sprinkled on the forearm of his right hand, and the cold touch caused goosebumps and rushed towards the brain.

A shiver.

The whole person was completely awake, a deep sense of tiredness swept over, the tiredness that erupted from the depths of the soul quietly wrapped around the ankles, the strength of the limbs was relaxed, and the whole person sat down on the chair like this, as if the backbone had been pulled away, completely collapsed.

Unreal. Reality.

Reality. Unreal.

In fact, those modern scenes in my hometown are only a vague image, and they have not been able to outline a clear outline from beginning to end, but because of the urgency and desire of the heart, they choose to believe regardless of it, and the ecstasy and excitement instantly hit the soul, so that the whole person trembled.

In turn, Iwabuchi's surroundings are so clear and so real, and the world opened up by the five senses is clearly opened, but the resistance from the heart makes the brain reflexively deny reality, close its eyes and immerse itself in the illusory beauty, refusing to believe in the cruel reality.

The human heart is so complicated and so simple, everyone is just willing to believe the facts they want to believe. The boundary between the unreal and the real is even weaker than imagined, and the slightest blur may intersect between the two worlds and then lose oneself.

Judging from Hoden's current ability and strength, as well as Hoden's understanding and use of psionic energy, it is not enough to construct a real and credible illusion.

Not to mention the panorama, even an object or an emotion is still difficult, which is why the illusion is only crisscrossed by a bunch of straight lines in the end-

It's still just a "stick figure", and it's the most basic kind.

However, Hoden, who was deeply meditative, came into contact with a special situation of psionic energy, and those wild ideas were formed in a virtual way, constructing Hoden's initial imagination of dreams and illusions, which appeared briefly like a mirage.

This...... Can it be considered an epiphany?

Hodden wasn't quite sure if the psyker had such an epiphany, but he did enter a trance and deep state just now, as if he could call the wind and rain and scatter beans into soldiers, and all the bold and crazy ideas surged out, outlining the deepest desires of his heart in a few strokes.

Does this amount to proving the possibility of a "dream builder"?

There are no constraints or regulations on the profession of the psyker, and the vast understanding and interpretation like an ocean gradually develop different professional systems and types.

Naturally, the dream builder is also one of the possibilities.

Perhaps, Hodden needs to go further to the Iwabuchi Library to consult materials, refine his thoughts and ideas in all aspects, and try to evolve into reality, and finally find his own path to the top of the "Tree of Dawn", to see if he can open the door to the kingdom of the gods-

Then, go home.

Regardless of whether the secret of Viscount Philo's private residence can be solved or not, Hoden's idea of finding a way home will not waver, and no one will be able to change his decision.

Who knows? Maybe psionics could be another answer.

At least not now, though.

At this moment, Hodden needed to rest, he needed to rest well, the tiredness in the depths of his spirit was surging, he couldn't resist, he couldn't lift his eyelids at all, he just half-closed his eyes, groped his way up to the bed, and before he even had time to take off his shoes, he was already groggy and fell asleep.

It was a burnout from the soul level, and with his current ability to try to construct the whole illusion, even with the "epiphany moment", it was still too reluctant.

He needs to rest, he needs to get a good night's sleep, he needs to relax completely. After lying down, the whole person directly lost consciousness, and even in his sleep, he could feel the deep tiredness, and then he began to dream, one dream after another, and he couldn't stop.

He was also a little unsure, was the meditation just now a dream? The idea of his hometown, the idea of the dream builder, all of them were a dream?

Then in the dream, he saw the nightmare again. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens