Chapter 367: NO.130 Are You a Cafe or a Coffee!

Bar Beast X: 【There's something that perhaps should be reported to you】

Moon Rush Symbol: 【What's the matter?】

Bar Beast X: 【Aomo Lindun suffered food poisoning, was sent to the hospital】

Moon Rush Symbol: 【?】

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The same information was also transmitted through the Symbol family's information network.

As for the subtleties of a certain billiards player and a certain tea-drinking old lady after receiving the information, and whether they would tell the illegitimate granddaughter of the scandal center, that's another matter.

It can be certain that a certain super-light-speed particle lady has already posted a tweet on Umastagram marveling at the wonder of Hamster-kun, and moreover tagged the mutually following dark skyscraper to comment on this.

It is destined to also be retweeted among many influential figures with many fans.

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Dreams are things of boundless imagination.

In a dream undisturbed by source energy and instruments, it can even become a creator's inspiration.

But at the same time, dreams are also things that reflect reality.

Even without being disturbed by source energy and instruments, the dream itself seems to have traces to follow.

As the saying goes, 'daytime thoughts, nighttime dreams'—perhaps this refers to this familiar district.

And those sublimators with a foundation in source energy cultivation ought to be more likely than ordinary people to break free from the subconscious's dormancy.

From realizing that one is dreaming.

Then to realizing who one actually is.

Finally, it is a fully lucid lucid dream.

These three stages depend on the leeway of mental struggle.

The youth is capable of reaching the third stage, but his condition is far from ideal.

Somewhat dazed, standing at a crossroads, the youth faintly feels that he is dreaming.

But it also seems as if a large chunk of memory is missing, unable to be recalled, with only a heavy depression weighing on his heart.

He gazes at the road ahead, fully able to recognize it as the necessary route from home to middle school, and at the same time it's a route he doesn't particularly like.

Around him, countless skyscrapers stand like a steel forest that can briefly block even daylight; beneath the shadows, only a few advertisements and broadcasts on large screens serve as light sources.

Under those light sources, traffic flows like water and horses.

Amidst that traffic, the youth merely stands in place.

Gazing at the crowd, he also glances over the screens.

Like a scene of monsters rampaging, the background shows pink-tinted bangs fluttering.

Like a report on a brown-haired horse girl conducting experiments, the dialogue box uses exaggerated font to describe the extremity of super-light-speed research, and how crazy it will become.

Like footage recorded of a chestnut-red-haired horse girl running, below it is noted the bustling activity of the pilot's warm-up.

Moreover, several screens broadcast breathtaking competitions; the brown versus three-color rivalry seems like a distant matter, evoking a hint of nostalgia in his heart, yet also some confusion.

There are many things he cannot recall, but it seems there is something else that ought to come to mind right now.

He bows his head in thought, and thus is drowned by the crowd, furthermore hearing from a certain screen a report on the release of 'SSSS, Carrot Man', the disastrous rating of 'Ajakamus. Original Beginning', the emotionless black skyscraper collapsing, initial success in extraterrestrial life exploration, and astronaut Bi Ze naming the new life the Golden Ship……

「？」

Emotionless black skyscraper?

Who?

Various chaotic languages intertwined, and what the youth first noticed was a term in a certain report that resembled a nickname.

The strange prefix resembles a living being.

But if it is a living being, why would its existence be described as 'collapsing'?

Are you a living being or a building!!

He strained to hear the truth, yet also heard the honking of countless vehicles, and moreover heard the crowd's shouts:

「Run quick! It's a monster! 」

「It's actually the mad monstrous beast of the super-light-speed doctor! Where is Carrot Man!! 」

「Ha! Ha~ha~ha~!! Pointless pointless! This is indeed the super-light-speed doctor's latest masterpiece! Chaton! (Caton)」

Upon hearing that, the youth turned his head toward the direction of the sounds, and also saw a shadow far larger than the skyscrapers.

That resembled a three-head-tall girl wearing a monster costume, yet she stood tens of meters tall; despite striving to look fierce and terrifying, she only appeared endearingly clumsy.

On her head stood an indistinct figure, holding a large megaphone and shouting something.

Regardless of what she was shouting, nothing compared to the huge girl with heavy black eye circles uttering a flat, straightforward line, yet with enormous volume:

「…Ca-ton…」

「」 The crowd all seemed to freeze for an instant.

If you don't want to speak, you don't have to……

Such a splendidly pronounced sentence, even if the youth couldn't clarify the situation, he heard it somewhat caught off guard.

But it also seemed as if he recalled something, and he subconsciously uttered a phrase:

「Chazuo (cafe)? 」

And that huge girl, over a hundred meters away, seemed to have heard this remark, turning her head with dark-gold eyes, she stared blankly for a moment.

Having just taken half a step, she toppled forward as if she had tripped on flat ground.

「Eh eh eh!!! 」 It also seemed as if someone above was shouting in surprise.

And he, resembling an old fool, also subconsciously reached out his hands, as if wanting to support her.

He certainly couldn't hold her up.

Not only is it the size difference, but also because of the distance between them.

The huge girl fell straight to the ground, yet she didn't cause any noticeable tremor, because she instantly shattered into a pitch-black ocean—

Literally speaking, it swept everything away.

Fleeing was pointless; even the dazed passerby children knew to shout while running, yet they would still be swallowed by that black wave.

He didn't flee either, because he smelled a familiar fragrance.

That was Coffee.

Rich and fragrant, and—

Evil—

The youth suddenly frowned, and in the split second before being engulfed by that black wave, he turned to run as if by reflex.

Late into the night, the milky white ahead was swallowed by the blackness, like latte art in coffee, but actually originating from a strand of white that had originally been on the huge girl's forehead.

Together with the blackness as a whole, they captured him.

He was submerged in it, and amidst that suffocating sensation, waves of indescribable negative feelings surged forth.

Like a drug hidden beneath a sugar coating, all manner of discomfort exploded upon contact.

He remembered.

He recalled who he was, recovered his missing memories, but white spots appeared before his eyes and auditory hallucinations began to ring in his ears.

As if adrift in the starry cosmos, someone was singing somewhere in the universe.

Singing about one universe, two universes, and more, with other vague sounds mixed in.

It made his head feel like it would split, and he just wanted to shut his eyes and block his hearing.

Perhaps it could be done in reality, but in a dream, shielding mental contact is clearly a delicate skill.

Thus these nightmare-like auditory hallucinations are unavoidable, and they come with shouts that sound vaguely familiar:

"Wake up!"

"Wake up quickly!"

What the hell, is anyone invading our world?

The noisy universe, the dizzying universe—Aomo, like driftwood, gave up thinking, drifting in the black liquid, but soon felt a thread of cold coming from his forehead.

Parting the countless chaotic chills, they came from a single finger, as well as the black-clad horse girl floating before him.

Mancheng Chazuo, looking at him, tilted her head: "…Trainer? Are you also catching up on sleep?"

"Catching up on sleep?" He blinked.

His stalled thoughts restarted with those words, and the murky universe froze, then shattered.

Aomo woke up.

Opening his eyes, he saw a group of people looking at him.

"You're awake?" Qian greeted.

"You've already become a horse girl… yikes!" Suzi said in a dark tone, then Aomo raised his hand and slapped her.

"Trying to confirm Master's status." Bobang's eyes showed rare obvious concern.

"Mr. Lindon, are you all right?" a somewhat unfamiliar blue-eyed, brown-haired girl also asked.

"Who are you?" Aomo wondered who this was.

And the doctor beside her also examined him, then glanced at his tablet and said, "Looks fine; the readings are stable as well."

"You guys chat with the patient; call me again if anything comes up."

Having said that, he walked out of the ward, only to be greeted by a black-haired youth at the door: "Doctor, about the payment…" "Oh, you should come with me too."

"All right." The youth responded, then looked toward the ward; when his eyes met Aomo's, he politely nodded, his face showing a hint of apology.

"Huh? What about me?" "Just stay here, Longwo."

"Uh…" the brown-haired, blue-clad youth also wanted to follow, but was told to stay at the doorway, where he glanced embarrassedly at the ward.

Likewise, his expression upon meeting their gaze was even more embarrassed.

Of course, Aomo could understand why he was embarrassed, for he clearly remembered how that story began.

That cup of coffee that made his vision go black was exactly what the other side had served!

Chazuo had come to greet him after being startled awake and falling back asleep.