"What did you do?"
I asked. Future Ethan Zhang smiled and walked over, pinching Sylvia Blue's cheek.
"Ow, let go! Dad, what are you doing?"
Sylvia Blue grabbed Future Ethan Zhang's wrist with both hands.
"Why don't you listen to what I say?"
Sylvia Blue covered her reddened cheek, pouted, playfully stuck out her tongue, and then linked arms with Future Ethan Zhang.
"Alright, I know. Dad, I was wrong, please forgive me!"
Future Ethan Zhang sighed. Sylvia Blue suddenly glared at me, I exclaimed, and she stuck out her tongue.
"Don't tell Rachel Lan or Ethan Zhang, or else..."
"I know, Sylvia."
I smiled and nodded, then sat down. I found it strange—didn't Future Ethan Zhang say before that he wouldn't come back? But now, here he is again.
"This is a dream, so I came directly through my own dream. Dreams also have past, present, and future. The dream of the Artisan you visited before was the past."
I understood immediately, but then realized that Sylvia Blue's consciousness had only entered the dream, and she was powerless. Yet Future Ethan Zhang exuded an irresistible strength, as if gazing up at the sky.
"My will is above all, so I can freely enter and leave, and even destroy this dream."
I swallowed. At this moment, Future Ethan Zhang sat down and looked at the grill beside him.
"Make me something to eat. I haven't tasted this in a long time."
I nodded in surprise and walked over. Here, just like in reality, even in a dream, everything exists. At this moment, the whole dream seemed to pause, with no hint of danger. Sylvia Blue sat down, giggling.
"Dad, why did you come here? Are you worried about me?"
Future Ethan Zhang waved his hand, and a jug of wine appeared in his hand. He took a sip, and Sylvia Blue stood up to help tidy his slightly messy hair.
"How many times have I told you, and you still do this."
"This has never happened in my memory."
Just as I lit the charcoal in the grill, Future Ethan Zhang started speaking. I stared at him in surprise.
"Never happened? You mean the past you know, and the present I exist in, are changing?"
Cold sweat broke out on me. I immediately looked at Sylvia Blue; she looked at me innocently.
"It's not my fault. I've never directly interfered with the past. At most, I just gave hints. What I've done shouldn't affect the past, right, Dad?"
Future Ethan Zhang turned his head and sighed helplessly.
"I've already met Tan Tian. You fought with him in the Unreal. Why won't you listen?"
"Huh? Dad, there's nothing wrong with the Unreal, so that's why I chose that place and that stubborn old man to fight. It should be fine, right?"
Future Ethan Zhang smiled gently and asked.
"So? Did you win?"
Sylvia Blue stuck out her tongue, grinning slyly.
"I interfered just a little! I gave it my all, but that old man was even more troublesome than you said, Dad. It was a little difficult to defeat him."
"You're still too naive, Sylvia. You must've let him confuse you and just fought blindly. You didn't think about how to fight at all!"
Sylvia Blue sat down angrily, turning her back to Future Ethan Zhang.
"Dad, you've been through countless battles, but you always use them to lecture me. I'm not even an adult yet!"
I smiled as I grilled the food. Future Ethan Zhang sniffed with his nose.
"So, what exactly changed in the past you know?"
"Let's not talk about Tan Tian fighting Sylvia. He never left the Asura Realm. After John Chou manipulated Mr. Brown into the Asura Realm, and the war that was supposed to happen afterward, I feel vaguely uneasy. In the past I knew, there was no war. The old and new hells eventually worked out a solution."
I swallowed.
"Then there shouldn't be a problem."
Future Ethan Zhang's expression grew serious. He shook his head, gulped down his drink, and looked over at me.
"It smells so good."
I brought over the grilled food and continued cooking.
The key is what’s happening now. As long as people exist, there will be dreams. But in the future, only Sylvia and I are left, so in that world, dreams belong to just the two of us. I don’t need to sleep, but staring at a world with nothing left gets boring, so I enter a kind of self-hibernation, like dreaming. Sylvia is different—she needs to sleep.
Something seemed to come to mind, but I hadn’t figured it out yet.
So, the things created in the dreams of us two in the future have come into the dream now, causing all these events.
I stared in surprise and immediately started talking about the sharp-faced, monkey-like monster I’d seen.
"That dream—you remember, right? Back in the Yin-Yang Realm, those lost souls of beggars who were tormented and exiled there."
When Future Ethan Zhang said that, I really did remember.
"That really happened. Those little ghosts—did you dream about them?"
Future Ethan Zhang nodded.
"I can't remember how long ago I had a dream like that. I dreamed of going to the Yin-Yang Realm with the Ghost Burial Squad, and of course, our destination was the Underworld to rescue Rachel Lan, who had been kidnapped by Lord Wraith."
I smiled, kept serving the food, then sat down and handed Future Ethan Zhang a bottle of wine.
"For the next dream, you need to be careful. You must awaken the consciousness of the other two, or you won't be able to stop the Dark Will from self-destruction."
I responded with a hum.
"No wonder those guys I saw in the dream recognized me. Turns out they're things born from your dreams. What are they trying to do?"
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After thinking for a while, Future Ethan Zhang spoke.
"Maybe they can't stand a future where nothing remains, so they've returned to the past, existing in your present, trying to do something."
I hummed in response. Sylvia yawned, went to the lounge chair behind the counter, lay down, and soon fell asleep, full and satisfied.