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The rest was simple.
After getting Bocchi-chan's universal exchange coupon, Kitahara Makoto didn't stop, speeding all the way to the Train Station.
Arriving at the Train Station, just as he stopped to catch his breath, he happened to see a lovely Mrs. Goto, who bore a six-tenths resemblance to Bocchi-chan, walk out.
Having secretly escorted her for several days already, Kitahara Makoto naturally recognized at a glance that this charming and lovely Mrs. Goto was Bocchi-chan's mother.
Click.
Kitahara Makoto flashed behind a cherry blossom tree, raised his phone, secretly took a photo, and then sent it to Bocchi-chan as evidence:
"I'm at the Train Station, just caught Auntie getting off the train."
Gotō Hitori: "So fast, Kitahara-kun, you worked hard."
Click.
Kitahara Makoto took another photo and clicked send: "Auntie is looking around, she must be looking for Hitori-chan."
Gotō Hitori: "…"
Kitahara Makoto: "Not seeing Hitori-chan, Auntie showed a very disappointed expression, she looks like she's about to cry…"
Gotō Hitori: "…"
Kitahara Makoto: "So, Hitori-chan, do you want to continue picking up Auntie tomorrow?"
Gotō Hitori: "…"
After secretly escorting Mrs. Goto back home, Kitahara Makoto turned to buy a small cake at the convenience store, then returned home with light steps.
Thump thump thump.
The Beast Eared Girl scurried over on her short legs, like a pet welcoming its owner home.
"Here."
Kitahara Makoto handed over the small cake: "Tomorrow we'll go to the Otherworld, and I'll leave the leading to you."
After all, the Beast Eared Girl was a native of the Otherworld. Although she couldn't be ridden, being a guide was no problem at all.
Hana-chan looked up with a blank expression: "Small cake, not enough."
Kitahara Makoto: "Tomorrow I'll have your mother buy you as much as you want."
"…"
After vigorously rubbing the Beast Eared Girl's small head, Kitahara Makoto took his change of clothes and went to the bathroom to shower.
After washing up.
Kitahara Makoto returned to his room to continue reading, studying until eleven at night, then turned off the lights on time to sleep.
He didn't know how long he had slept when Kitahara Makoto suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness.
"This feeling… someone dreamed of me again?"
Feeling the tremor in his mind, Kitahara Makoto's face showed a hint of curiosity.
"Blind guess, the person who dreamed of me should be Bocchi-chan…"
For the introverted and socially anxious Bocchi-chan, the scenes that unfolded in the park today would surely leave an extremely deep impression, perhaps even unforgettable for a lifetime.
"Should I enter the dream?"
Kitahara Makoto hesitated for two seconds, then quickly made a decision.
Of course I should go in!
Before, he didn't know that actions in dreams could affect reality. Now that he knew, although he couldn't continue to be Homelander, he could completely develop it.
Such a powerful ability as a succubus was too wasteful if only used to bully girls. Thinking carefully, it actually had great potential for development.
For example, practicing kendo in a dream; the experience and memories could be completely preserved, allowing him to become a kendo genius and represent the school in the Gyokuryu-ki. As long as he could win the championship, three years of tuition fees could be waived.
For example, practicing shogi in the Dream World; Japanese shogi is very popular, with many tournaments held each year and generous prizes. As long as one can win continuously and become the champion, their annual income can even exceed 100 million.
Exorcism, after all, is dangerous. Lottery numbers are most likely rigged, so ordinary people can't win. Horse racing is a gamble based on luck, but shogi income is more stable and legal.
It can also be used for studying. Everything that happens in the dream will be remembered clearly, almost like an alternative photographic memory.
Then there's practicing Saitama's training method, trying to see if the body strengthening in the dream can feed back into Reality World…
"Too narrow, too narrow."
"The path I took before was too narrow."
The more Kitahara Makoto thought about it, the more he anticipated it. He decisively closed his eyes and followed the mysterious sensation into the Dream World.
"The only downside is that I can only enter dreams passively. If no one dreams of me, the ability is completely useless…"
As the sensation of solid ground came, a bone-chilling coldness rapidly enveloped his entire body.
"Huh?"
Kitahara Makoto opened his eyes, surprised to find himself in a world of ice and snow.
The sky was a hazy gray, and goose-feather-sized snowflakes were falling.
The entire world was desolate, silent, indistinguishable between day and night. There were no pedestrians, no vehicles, only endless snowflakes rustling down.
"This world… something's not right."
Kitahara Makoto frowned slightly.
After activating his nightmare ability, he could 'smell' the different scents of each dream.
Happy dreams smelled sweet, sad dreams were bitter, ordinary dreams were like a glass of Shimizu, and at this moment, the dream smelled cold and lonely.
Kitahara Makoto extended his right hand, catching a falling snowflake. The snowflake silently melted on his fingertip, filled with the scent of loneliness.
"Whose dream is this, exactly?"
Kitahara Makoto frowned, looking around, but he couldn't see the dream's owner.
Generally speaking, upon entering the Dream World, one would usually appear beside the dream owner; it's impossible to be too far away.
The reason is simple.
Kitahara Makoto had verified this before: the Dream World is not a real world, but is constructed by the dream owner's subconscious. The brain won't waste redundant energy, so as long as one moves a certain distance away from the dream owner, the dream will distort and blur, until it becomes chaos and nothingness.
"They must be nearby…"
Kitahara Makoto began to search carefully.
The place he landed should be a park. The ground was completely covered by heavy snow, and he could only vaguely see the outlines of some fitness facilities, such as parallel bars, seesaws, and slides.
Before long, Kitahara Makoto's gaze fell upon a slide not far away.
This was an elephant-shaped slide, specifically for children's entertainment. The slide was the elephant's trunk, and the elephant's belly was also hollow, allowing children to play hide-and-seek.
Kitahara Makoto walked up to the slide, bent down, and looked into the elephant's belly. A black-haired girl, with her hands wrapped around her knees and her face buried in her arms, immediately came into view.
"…Mai-senpai?"
Kitahara Makoto instinctively called out.
Hearing the call, the black-haired girl's body trembled slightly. She slowly raised her head, revealing a pale, haggard, and pitiful face. Who else could it be but Sakurajima Mai.
"It's actually Mai-senpai…"
Kitahara Makoto was quite surprised.
Last weekend, after everyone returned from the Otherworld and stayed overnight at Kitahara Makoto's house, Sakurajima Mai quietly left at dawn the next day and had not been heard from since.
Throughout these days, the two had a tacit understanding and hadn't messaged each other.
Kitahara Makoto had originally started to slowly forget Mai-senpai, but he didn't expect to appear in Mai-senpai's dream today.
Looking at the handsome young man outside the slide, Mai-senpai's long eyelashes trembled, and a faint mist quickly welled up in her eyes. She suddenly stretched out her arms and embraced Kitahara Makoto's neck:
"Why… why are you only coming now?"
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