Chapter 232: Die in the Ashes of My Dreams

If Larkin was not versed in handling situations with a straight face, he would have shown his panic then and there. Of course, he would remember bits and bits of all those dreams that he had dived into. Even if the memories and the vivid pictures of the dreams vanish in seconds, he had learned to write them down as soon as he woke up—no matter how sleepy he might be.

Actually, the frequency and the duration of the dives tended to become higher and longer, that was why the system had already launched a counter-attack just days ago. He had not dived yet again for fear that he might be in a rather more vulnerable position next time.