Fantasy Clock～Dream Ruler～

"♪Yeah! Get started breaking the row—"

The passionate tune reached the ear with great momentum, awakening the consciousness that had not yet fallen asleep. Awakened by it, I suddenly opened my eyes and closed the melody that the composer wanted to continue screaming fiercely. I'll change the alarm clock another day. Waking up early in the morning to such a soul-stirring melody, my heart was indeed beating wildly.

No matter how perfect things are, they cannot be in a position that is not suitable for them. What about me? Am I fit to have that strange power?

"The time governed by the imaginary clock is infinitely extended and never stops toward the future." The cold voice echoed in my ears again, and I didn't care to think about the meaning, so I lifted the blanket and got out of bed and stretched.

...

Outside the room, only the stove made a slight restless sound. Dad sat at the dining table and chewed bread leisurely while holding up his mobile phone, with his thumb dancing in front of the screen from time to time.

"Morning, Dad." With sleepy eyes, I rubbed my sleepy eye sockets and yawned profusely.

"Morning." Dad replied simply. As soon as I sat down and put the bread in front of my mouth, he thought of something slowly, raised his head, and reminded, "By the way, today your mother Come back. Have you tidied up your room all this time?"

"...You should remind Su Huilin of this kind of thing. I'm sure her room is definitely much messier than mine!" I answered my father confidently, and easily bit off a piece of bread with a full face, the sweet and greasy taste of butter With the action of swallowing, it flows down the esophagus, but the taste is somewhat different from the usual entrance. Apparently quite a Dad-style breakfast.

"Idiot. I've been tidying my room." With the sound of footsteps, the kitchen door was pushed open and slammed against the wall. Su Huilin rubbed the golden hair, but there was still a strand of golden hair sticking out disobediently.

This guy really has bad habits that can't be changed... For example, he never cares about whether the force of pushing the door will make too loud a sound!

"You too, don't treat your sister like a child... Who would clean up the room when a child?" Dad waved a fork, said here, lowered his hand and forked a piece of bacon, and put it in his mouth.

Su Huilin came to my side with a displeased expression on her face. Although she usually had this displeased expression, today she was obviously dissatisfied with my belittling her.

I was about to continue with my breakfast just now, when I suddenly thought of something, I raised my eyes to look at Su Huilin next to me with some concern, and she also raised her head sharply and looked back at me.

Speaking of which, in the dream, she was still in a state of being unable to speak and losing strength. How to solve this trouble?

While thinking, I fell into the abyss of thinking, and recalled the things in the dream just now——

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I stood numbly in the place that belonged to me, Chart and Kazuhiko Sato stood on both sides, still panting heavily.

Elus, who was freed from the magic, carefully propped up the staff, letting the weight of her petite body rest on the staff, using the strength to stand firm, and took small steps forward with a frown. She raised her right hand to her chest, as if there was a black mist that she wanted to disperse. The black pointed hat suppressed the long crimson hair, and the body under the cloak trembled slightly.

Unknowingly, the surroundings have been surrounded by many rulers, all of them with teasing sneers on their faces, and they are expecting Charte and Heyan to fight to the death. No matter where this kind of inexplicable thing is staged, irrelevant people will gather to watch, mockingly expecting the worst development.

The dreamer called "Zhong Mo" set up several wooden sticks, and the balloons nailed between the sticks were blown up out of thin air. The inflated balloon blocked the cards thrown from Jack's side, making a crisp popping sound. And the next moment, a sly smile appeared on the faces of the onlookers - in response to this, Charte raised his fist first, and Sato Kazuhiko's rising uppercut followed.

However, no matter who it was, their fists hit the wrong direction, they all stopped at a very close distance, and finally they still didn't swing at each other.

Sato Kazuhiko shook his head vigorously, as if some wrong voice had squeezed into his brain. Chart also took a few steps back, but he missed his foot unexpectedly... At this moment, Sato Kazuhiko ran forward quickly and grabbed Chart's hand at the very moment. And I put away the steps I was about to take, and breathed a sigh of relief. The onlookers also felt bored and dispersed.

However, after the crowd dispersed, a magician conspicuously stayed where he was, and he was looking at the direction here with considerable concern...

"Little guy, what are you doing?" The light voice suddenly rang in my ears, I was taken aback for a moment, turned my head quickly, and took half a step back to keep a distance from it.

Standing in front of her, Xiao Luoluo put her hands behind her back, her purple mid-length hair was casually draped over her shoulders, the curved eyebrows gave off a dangerous aura, but was restrained by a unique charm, staying in place .

Seeing me in a daze, my hands suddenly loosened, and the handcuff on my left hand rubbed against the skirt, which was very conspicuous.

"You... When did you come here?" I scratched my head and asked softly. At this time, Lin Yu also moved towards this side and let out a sigh of relief.

He seemed to stare at Xiao Luoluo meaningfully for a moment.

"I've only been away for a while, and there are really many interesting things happening." Xiao Luoluo said while squinting at the broken part of the clock.

"...At least it doesn't have any effect. By the way, what's going on with this guy?"

Lin Yu pointed at Su Huilin who was leaning on me with some concern, I was stunned, not knowing where to start to explain. At the same time, he was also hesitating whether to tell about the utopian clock. What bothered me even more was Xia Yinci's reaction not long ago... She really said the four words "fantasy clock" at that time, right?

"To put it simply, Su Erin has the ability to control the orders of the devil king. In short, it is manifested in the form of being able to order others indiscriminately. But being affected, it has a negative effect, right?"

Xia Yinci's voice made me tremble, I don't know when she came to us.

"Hey, those four words are really memorable." The tea cat rested its head on Lin Yu's shoulder and murmured nonchalantly.

"...It's not without influence." Suddenly, I heard this sentence whispered from William's mouth, and my eyes were instantly drawn by this sentence and pulled to this man.

William was staring at the cracks on the broken clock with a serious expression, as if to add more wrinkles to his face, he frowned.

Just when I was about to ask him something, I caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of my eye, and I turned my eyes quickly, and he stopped gently in front of the intact part of the dial, with his eyes slightly lowered to notice the crack, It seemed that there was a feeling of wanting to come here early in the morning written on his face.

"You seem to have offended someone, William." The visitor stretched out his hand and gently scratched his hooked nose. He is the No. 2 ruler of the No. 3 clock, still hiding his body under the magician's cloak.

"...Silver, I'm not in the mood to joke with you right now. If you plan to take advantage of the danger and wipe us out, we will do our best to deal with you no matter how disadvantaged you are."

William's tone didn't seem to scare him. Yin quietly looked at William who was seriously saying such words in front of him, his eyes suddenly closed, and a slightly gentler smile appeared on his face. However, no matter how soft a look was squeezed out on this wrinkled face, it couldn't add even a hint of intimacy to him.

"Don't be so nervous, you know I'm not that kind of person. Besides, now that we've got rid of the weaker ones, how are we going to deal with the bigger ones?" Yin said slowly, waving his hands gently . William watched Yin approaching the crack, until he squatted down slightly in front of him.

"Well, it's not all bad. Thanks to the Dream Thieves... as the saying goes, the gods always leave a key to the answer."

"What did you find again?" William asked nonchalantly, and Yin slightly looked back at William and smiled.

"The door to the world is everywhere." Yin stretched out his finger and pointed to the crack, as if to indicate some parts in it, "It seems that the 'operating period' will soon come."

I noticed this slightly abrupt word and repeated it softly, but had no clue.

"This year's 12 dream madmen gathered together, it seems that they are more cunning than before..." Speaking of this, William gave Yin a meaningful look, "And you, run to There is a purpose in coming here.”

"Thank you for the information you provided. Because of this matter, I will pay the corresponding "remuneration". See you later!" As soon as Yin finished speaking, he left quietly regardless of whether others agreed or not. William didn't intend to stop him either, he just breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly turned his head. I just wanted to dodge and pretend not to look at them, but I met his sight head-on.

"You... heard everything?" William's gaze was quite sharp, as if he was about to pour a basin of ice water over my head, and I swallowed. And he was silent for a few seconds, and looked away, "Forget it. Anyway, you will know sooner or later. But I hope you can understand—don't rely too much on your own control ability."

His words made a voice resound in my mind, "Everyone's abilities are limited in the cracks of the dream, and they will suppress each other. I hope you don't rely too much on this ability." I remember Elus reminding me like this. What exactly does this mean? I looked around, and the hands that had disappeared on the clock dial were now looming for some reason. looming.

The body of Su Huilin in my arms trembled, I quickly looked away, and noticed that Su Huilin opened his eyes weakly, and his eyes followed me closely. She opened her mouth to say something, but still no sound came out.

It suddenly occurred to me that since her dominance needs to be ordered to take effect, doesn't that mean... her ability can't be used now?

"It seems that the so-called backlash effect will last for a long time. It is really a dangerous ability." Lin Yu stroked his chin, and curiously approached Su Huilin for a few glances. And Su Huilin returned a slightly hostile gaze.

"What's the matter with the white cat?" My words made Lin Yu raise his head again, and gave me a meaningful look.

"Remember the notice just now? About the destruction of the clock on the 12th... She did it alone." Lin Yu said and glanced at Xiao Lulu, and I squinted my eyes. It was really hard to imagine.

Just when I was about to say something, a familiar melody sounded, I trembled suddenly, and woke up from my dream in a blink of an eye.