Fantasy Clock～Dream Ruler～

In the scene where the clock was put together, there was only a playful and gloomy smile in William’s eyes. I suddenly realized that something was wrong, and instinctively took a few steps back. I almost stepped on the air and fell off the clock, only to return to The number 11 is on the bottom of the foot.

Although I don't know what happened or the meaning of his words, I have a guess in my mind. Maybe I shouldn't obey his thinking, maybe the dream is really trying to protect me.

"This is... the gap between dreams?"

I looked around, the clock was empty, only William stood on the opposite number 1 and looked at me. The two of us are in the same position as when we first met. There were not many people empty on the surrounding clocks, and we probably only had about four or five people.

"The countdown is not over, why did I come back here?"

"Because he. A homeless person."

An arrogant yet lazy clear voice answered me reluctantly.

I have a deep impression of this awe-inspiring voice, and perhaps it is impossible to forget it after listening to it once.

The girl wore a hood, her long silver hair hung down her cheeks, and she had a slightly haughty look on her face. She was wearing a black long-sleeved sweater with a clock pattern engraved on it, and only long and slender fingers were exposed from the sleeves of the sweater.

"Are you my dream maker?"

This girl who threw me out of the dream palace without any reason, this dream maker who ordered me as the ruler, is standing in front of my eyes now.

Obviously, she couldn't see her appearance clearly before, as if a thin filter was placed between us, but now her appearance is exceptionally clear. I swept towards her, and she was wearing a pair of vibrant pink canvas shoes.

Raising his gaze slightly, he couldn't help but glance at the delicate area between the shorts on the lower body and the long tube of black silk.

Leaving aside the individual points, she should be a very energetic and cute girl, but her voice and temperament are arrogant and cold. She never looked at me, maintaining that cold and disdainful attitude.

This girl obviously has a temperament that is far more inaccessible than Su Huilin.

"So that's how it is, your dream maker. Hmm."

For some reason, William suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of us with interest, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"There is only one dream maker in each dream world, and they are the incarnations of the people whom the Ruler most yearns for. Tsk tsk... boy, I didn't expect you to like this type of girl."

"ha……?"

I glanced at the girl next to me in disbelief, immediately frowned, raised my eyebrows and lowered my chin.

I don't deny that the young lady's appearance and figure, except for the flat chest, are indeed my favorites, at least among the top three girls I have seen. But it is impossible for me to have a good impression of this kind of woman who is as cold as ice.

After all, since I was a child, I have always kept a respectful distance from this type of women when I met them, and chose to actively alienate them.

"You worked so hard. Pulled him into the cracks of the dream. Just to see what I look like? Your dream maker will be sad~"

William didn't seem to take the girl's provocation seriously. He smiled grandiosely, and said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth:

"You misunderstood. Moran is a female character I liked in the period dramas I watched when I was a child. I don't feel much now."

I didn't expect him to say this so frankly in front of his dream maker... I would never dare to do it differently. I don't know how I will be treated by this young lady.

The dreamer known as Mo Ran didn't show any reaction on his face, but it couldn't be ruled out that he was deliberately hiding his inner loss.

Is it only my dream maker who will dictate to the ruler instead...?

"Forgive my impoliteness. Although I'm old, I'm still curious about the extent of the dreamer who frightened Elus and Chart. So please don't blame me for being curious Heart, I'm not really interested in you guys."

"Hahaha... No, I can't help it!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter interrupted William's words. I saw Ruler No. 2 at Clock No. 3 not far away, covering his belly and laughing exaggeratedly.

This man's hooked nose and greasy hair are all typical images of a medieval magician... obviously different from the cute girl magician I saw before.

"why are you laughing?"

William gave him a hard look, as if to imply that the other party should not fight against him.

"I can't help it, who made you find such a high-sounding reason, you obviously care about this kid's dream maker."

"I don't understand what you mean, why should I care?"

"I'm jealous."

The man ignored William's stare and sat casually on the edge of the clock.

"Young man over there, don't believe his lies. I said William, we are all forced to show our truest sides in the cracks of the dream. Even if you try to lie, you will be exposed."

Hearing what he said, I couldn't help interjecting and asked:

"You mean...we are here to show ourselves as we are in reality?"

The magician had no pretensions, waved his hand to me, and explained to me:

"The real side refers to your subconscious perception of yourself. For example, I am now a sloppy magician, which is my subconscious perception of myself. I think I am such a magician."

I inadvertently took a look at my clothes. I was wearing a boy's school uniform with no distinctive features.

"However, if one day you change your understanding of yourself, your appearance in the dream will naturally change. Ah, by the way, the same is true for dream creators."

He intentionally made trouble, and glanced at William's reaction. William also blatantly vented his hostility towards the uninvited guest, but Mo Ran's shoulders trembled, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"No...it's not. You bastard can't shut up?"

William cursed at the man angrily, then took a sharp puff of cigarette, avoiding the eyes of his dreamer.

I didn't expect this uncle to hide the arrogant attribute...

I couldn't help but tsk-tsk, shook my head left and right, and took the opportunity to get revenge on him.

"Forget it, he was right about one thing. I am indeed interested in your dream maker. I know that no matter where the ruler goes, the dream maker must be there, and you are no exception."

"What purpose?"

"I just want to know your identity, why would a dream maker of your level follow a novice with zero experience."

When William said this, he didn't look at me from the beginning to the end, as if he deliberately squeezed me out. This is a completely different attitude from when we first met. Although he also laughed at me at that time, he was not disgusted like this.

Now, even though I have been blaming my dreamer, seeing Chart, Elus, and William all have similar reactions when they see her, I have begun to realize that I should not be qualified to be her dominator By.

"Just pull me here."

The girl looked at William amusedly, and asked back with a cold snort.

"He can't do it, maybe he can't even catch your shadow?"

The man groaned in agreement with the girl, and William's expression became even more embarrassing.

It turned out that William wasn't talking to himself in front of that mirror. Thinking about it carefully, he might be talking to my dream maker.

It's just that the girl seems to deliberately not appear in front of me, so I have never seen her. Only now, through the cracks in the dream, did her figure appear clearly, even though it was not her original wish.

"What is your identity?"

"I'm just this idiot's dream maker. No other identity."

She pointed at me casually with her thumb, and the bubble gum in her mouth made a "pop".

The toneless response was ironic, attacking both me and William, who desperately wanted to know the truth.

Hey...why do you even attack me?

Don't you see the relationship between William on the opposite side and his dream maker?

"You also know that you are my dream maker..."

Anyone who judges this situation now will come to the conclusion that I am her dream maker.

Where is my initiative...?

At least don't call me an idiot to my face!

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

Annoyed, William gripped the pipe floating in the air.

"I don't have to convince you."

"It's up to you."

"Heh. Your clock hasn't counted yet. What can you do to me without freedom?"

At this time, the magician did not know when he got close, and he had an extra piece of popcorn in his hand. He tasted the popcorn with relish, and watched our movements.

"You really know a lot about domination wars, isn't it your first time participating in domination wars?"

Miss Dream Maker narrowed her eyes lazily, and hugged her chest with a half-smile.

"Take care of yourself. The story you told me just now, the story about the fall of the Dream Palace, is your own experience."

When the girl said this, she was not in a questioning tone, she seemed to have already confirmed the answer.

Is she referring to what William said about being taken away from the dream world by others because of going to the gap in the dream?

"Yo...William even said such a thing in order to lure this dream maker."

The magician flashed a look of astonishment, and at the same time, William's eyes showed a sharp light, and there was no smile on his face, and the pipe in his hand suddenly turned into ashes and scattered.

"It's true that I can't do anything to you. However, it doesn't mean that my dream maker has no ability to match yours."

Perhaps the girl's words aroused William's anger, and his face suddenly darkened.

But my dreamer didn't care, the bubble gum in his mouth was changed to a lollipop for some reason. She folded her hands, calmly waiting for William's next move, and beckoned to him provocatively.

"Moran, attack!"

As soon as William's voice full of anger came out, Mo Ran jumped up, and appeared behind me with a strange airflow in the blink of an eye. I didn't have time to catch her speed, so I turned around slowly, and the sword light that flashed by my side had already slashed at my dream maker.

When the sword light was only millimeters away from the girl, an invisible wall of air suddenly blocked the attack. She unhurriedly observed the sword light trembling with Mo Ran's wrist in front of her, her eyes still had a cold look in her eyes.

"that is it?"

Mo Ran put away the long sword in his hand unwillingly, and slashed sideways at the opponent's waist again. The girl slightly raised her hand, stretched out an invisible shield, and the sword swung by the opponent suddenly got stuck a certain distance away.

I thought the two of them could stand in a stalemate for a long time, but I didn't expect that the long sword in Mo Ran's hand was violently knocked away. Mo Ran grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand and aimed at the girl's chest, but unexpectedly, the girl swung her fist hard at her chest.

"Ahem—"

Mo Ran quickly turned the long sword around and blocked the fist with the blade of the sword. The moment the two sides collided, a hurricane-like air blast exploded in the surroundings, and a figure was suddenly knocked into the air, hitting a nearby clock.

"You have to decide the winner, and you are willing to give up only after you understand the fatal gap between the enemy and yourself. This is a really stupid approach. I don't like this single-cell approach either."

The girl stretched out her hands to straighten the long hair that had been scattered to one side due to the commotion just now, and calmly adjusted the hood covering her head.

In the distance of the field of vision, Mo Ran put the sword against the edge of the clock behind him so as not to fall.

"Before you do it. Please consider what level you are at."

"Are you overconfident? Our contest is not over."

As Mo Ran spoke, he drew away the blade and fell back to our clock again.

"Oh. Let's continue then."

The girl wasn't surprised either, and stood there as if she wasn't on guard.

Mo Ran clenched the hilt of the sword again, and approached the girl step by step. Moments past number 1, however, her ruler stopped her.

"stop."

Mo Ran frowned at William's instructions, and the long sword in his hand was not about to be put down yet.

"I can go on."

"I know."

William shook his head left and right at Mo Ran, and glanced in the direction of other clocks. I also followed his gaze, and found that there were only a few people in the gaps in the dream. At this time, many rulers gathered at the nearby clock, watching the situation here.

William lowered his voice and said to Mo Ran who was not about to stop:

"I don't want to expose my dominance to other clockworkers right now, and it will have a bad effect if people see us fighting among ourselves."

Mo Ran knew how to weigh the pros and cons, so he put away his sword unwillingly.

William looked towards us and bowed unexpectedly.

"Sorry, I was impulsive."

There was no resentment in his tone, as if he did it willingly.

"Yo, after all these years, even though I'm still so stubborn, I'm more slippery than before."

The sorcerer lowered his pointed hat, used his staff as a crutch, and hobbled back to his ruler's clock, hunched over.

The girl didn't seem to want to continue entanglement with them, so she hummed and stopped responding to them. Mo Ran also bit her lower lip, and disappeared behind William without a sound.

Is this farce surrounding my dream maker over?

Wait... there seems to be something left to do!

I suddenly turned around and looked left and right. The cold dreamer lady hadn't left yet, and was staring at me with cold eyes, and didn't look away for a long time. I don't know if it's an illusion, but there is a hint of complaint in her eyes.

This is the first time she has looked at me directly since we first met. Although it is this kind of extremely cold eyes.

"Wait...don't go!"

Before she disappeared talking to herself, I mustered up the courage to stop her at the risk of being ignored.

"what."

She gave me a sideways look with no expression on her face, but at least she wasn't ignoring me.

"At least, at least tell me what to call you..."

"Give me a reason."

"Does this need a reason?"

Seeing that I was not going to tell the reason, the girl turned around and was ready to leave without any regrets.

"Etc., etc!"

"reason."

I couldn't help feeling a little crazy in my heart, but it wasn't easy to show it, so I had to be patient and find the simplest excuse.

"The reason is simple. You don't want me to call you a dreamer, do you?"

"Yeah."

"Yes, you see that you are so powerful, I always call you a dream maker, isn't it too expensive?"

"I do not mind."

"..."

After all, you don't want to tell me what to call her?

The strange silence made my eyes flicker left and right, and I couldn't think of other convincing reasons for a while.

no solution anymore. I didn't expect to ask for a name and would not tell me.

Find a chance to ask her next time you meet.

"Thousands of faces."

Just when I thought she had left while I wasn't paying attention, the awe-inspiring voice knocked on my ears abruptly.

"ah……?"

I couldn't help but fell into confusion because of this voice, and for a while I couldn't figure out what she meant.

"I'm only talking about that one time just now. Just forget it if you didn't hear clearly."

The girl ignored my opinion this time, and left her in displeasure before disappearing in front of me.

I don't know if it's my subjective feeling, but I actually feel that her voice is not so cold for the first time, which makes my heart feel warm.

"Thousands of faces...thousands of faces."

I called out this strange name softly, and raised the corners of my mouth helplessly.

How to evaluate her, should I say that she has personality?

personality. Words that don't fit me.

I often worry about being excluded and afraid to be different. But this dreamer has a personality completely opposite to mine, and he doesn't seem to care about other people's eyes at all.

When I looked around again, the Dominator clocks around me were already overcrowded.

I suddenly realized what was going on with this change.

Now there is only one day left before the start of the game, exactly three days have passed since the first time I came to the cracks in the dreamland, and it is the meeting time agreed by the dream madman last time.

William forcibly interrupted the farce in order to avoid unnecessary trouble?

When I was thinking about William's intentions, an unknown and unusually distant voice resounded through the entire space here.

"Yo, Rulers, long time no see."