Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Roel thought about what he had just seen and heard as the two of them walked down the street: the tattered united army armor on sale, the vendor’s words, as well as what he had heard from the owner of the apple store.
Now that I think about it, even if this street is pieced together from other fragments of my memories, I don’t think I have had direct interactions with the vendors before. I have also never encountered vendors selling loot from the battlefield. All of these are coming out of nowhere.
In the first place, isn’t it weird how conscious I am in a dream?
Wait a moment—a dream?
Am I… really in a dream?
“Daddy!”
“!”
As this thought occurred to Roel, the girl who had been holding his hand all this while suddenly halted her footsteps and let out a sigh.
“It’s all daddy’s fault for thinking so much. We can’t continue playing anymore.”
“You mean…”
“Yes, this is my dream. I would have used the Ascart Fiefdom since it’s the place I grew up in, but so many things have changed there that I couldn’t use it. I didn’t think there would be so many inconsistencies in the Holy Capital too. What a failure.”
“Failure? Could it be…”
“Yes, I am not just a figment of your imagination. I am your real daughter. You can tell through my eyes and hair, right?”
“!”
Roel widened his eyes in shock. He hurriedly squatted down to take a proper look at the black-haired, golden-eyed girl before him.
My real daughter? How can this be? Even through the use of temporal spells… Ah! Is that why the medium is a dreamscape?
Returning to the past was nigh impossible even with the use of temporal spells, but the difficulty would be greatly lowered if presented in the form of a prophetic dream.
“Yes, that’s the case,” the girl replied with a joyful nod, as if having heard Roel’s inner voice.
Roel became agitated. Staring at the girl before him, he asked an important question that he had been neglecting all this while: “What’s your name?”
“Ah, I can’t do that. I can’t tell my name to daddy even though I really want to do so. It’l
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