I Am Extraordinary Alone-Chapter 629 - 627: City of Fantasy

Fujiwara Makoto groggily opened her eyes, blood crusted around her nostrils, and a dull pain still lurked in her abdomen.

She couldn’t remember much, only that Wei Tianyang had shattered her protective shield with a stomp, and then she lay powerless on the ground. For a short time afterward, she remained conscious, but with her eyes tightly closed and her body too sore to move as the children surrounded her, touching her until at last, everything collapsed, and she fell into an abyss without end.

She had thought that she would either die from the fall or keep falling forever, but after a bout of unconsciousness, she woke up.

Now, she moved her pupils around, trying to figure out which way was up and which was down.

She felt the gritty texture of the asphalt beneath her right cheek. Turning her head to the right, she indeed saw the black road surface.

The ground was damp—it must have just rained. Fujiwara Makoto extended her gaze along the road and saw a gap between two walls through which cars passed by under a gloomy sky.

Oh... So, she was lying in an alley between two buildings.

"In that case..." Fujiwara Makoto tried moving her hands and feet and managed to sit up. Her body seemed to have healed itself during the blackout, and although there were traces of blood on her face, it was no longer as unbearable as before.

Feeling slightly better, she immediately thought of her children and frantically looked around for the figures of her deformed offspring.

Deeper in the alley, she saw them foraging through trash bins for anything useful and attempting to construct a makeshift cardboard house with scraps of fabric and cardboard.

When they saw Fujiwara Makoto awake, they all stopped their scavenging and ran towards her, gathering around her.

Fujiwara looked at them with relief but noticed that some were missing.

"You... some of you escaped, but there should be more than just these dozen or so of you... could it be..." Fujiwara Makoto murmured to herself.

She understood that some of her offspring, less fortunate, might have disappeared forever in the fall.

"But speaking of which, where is this? Did we fall from the White King’s space? Could it be... that we’ve landed in the Sethiyan Federation?" she became alert.

With the assistance of her offspring, Fujiwara Makoto slowly made her way to the mouth of the alley. The architectural style on the street was indeed that of the Sethiyan Federation, but there was no one on the streets, only the constant flow of vehicles.

She took a closer look. The coffee shop, fashion store, and the small shops across the road—all the buildings with display windows were completely empty.

"This is strange," Fujiwara Makoto was puzzled.

She looked up and down the street of the alley. The road stretched out on both sides, ending in a continuous urban landscape with orderly traffic moving forward, seemingly well-organized, yet something felt wrong.

After a long observation, Fujiwara Makoto finally spotted something odd.

The buildings on the street repeated after every set distance! It was as if a section of the cityscape had been infinitely copied and pasted together.

And the vehicles moving along were driverless—the driver’s seats all empty!

"Something... something’s not right here! It shouldn’t be like this! Where have I fallen to?" Fujiwara Makoto was horrified.

Leaning against the wall, she began to breathe heavily. The deformed children thought she was unwell and rushed to support her, one even kneeling on the ground, offering itself as a chair.

"No... it can’t be... Am I dreaming again?" Fujiwara Makoto muttered to herself, pinching her thigh hard. A sharp pain followed; this was not a dream—this was real.

Yet, a real that was unreal.

Just as she was in the throes of panic, a giant face appeared in the sky.

"Oh! White King!" Fujiwara Makoto exclaimed with delight.

"Don’t rush," the White King’s voice transmitted quietly.

"Where is this?! Where is He?!"

The White King descended from the clouds, his hands supporting against the ground, then slowly touched down as if he could fly. And when the White King landed on the street, the vehicles simply vanished into thin air.

"White King, where’s Lin Yan?! Where are the others?!" Fujiwara Makoto hurriedly asked.

"They escaped," replied the White King.

"That’s great! So, where are we?" Fujiwara Makoto asked again.

"Here, is my imagination," the White King explained.

"You can create illusions just like me? That’s amazing!" Fujiwara Makoto laughed.

"No, not like that. This isn’t real; it’s a dream, a fantasy," the White King shook his head.

"A dream? Is this your dream?" Fujiwara Makoto asked.

After saying that, she went to touch the wall. The texture that passed into her fingertips felt incredibly real, making it hard to believe it was false.

"For me, it’s a dream. For you, it’s real," the White King said.

"If that’s the case, then it’s not so different from my Illusion Creation," Fujiwara Makoto said.

The White King shook his head, leaned against an office building, crossed his arms, and said, "This place, exists and yet it does not."

"That’s a grammatical error," Fujiwara Makoto shook her head.

"It’s not an error. My dream is real, but it does not exist within reality. The space here and all that exists within it depend on... the length of the dream," the White King explained.

"Er... I don’t quite understand. Are you saying you can shape a world, inside a dream?" Fujiwara Makoto asked.

The White King gave a thumbs-up and nodded. Then he added, "But, time needs to be adjusted... If it overlaps with real time, it will fall apart."

"Now I understand. So, if the world in your dream overlaps with real time, it will actually appear in reality? That’s incredible! You can create worlds! And here I thought you could only manipulate time!" Fujiwara Makoto laughed.

"No... it’s flawed; it’s incomplete. Once it overlaps, the dreamed world loses its imagination, leaving only the fundamental parts," the White King shook his head.

"I’m lost again, but that’s alright, White King. At least this place is safe enough. If you can shape worlds at will, why did you have to make a floating island? Why not just replicate the Earth?" Fujiwara Makoto said.

"It will awaken... At that point, everything will disappear. Unless one sleeps forever, the dream world cannot be too large. The Illusion Dream Core is like light sleep—bordering on half-asleep, half-awake—it can exist for a long time," the White King explained.

"I see. Well, now’s not the time for idle chat. Let’s go find Lin Yan and the others!" Fujiwara Makoto said.

The White King nodded and said, "Hold on tight."

The next second, Fujiwara Makoto felt the light from the sky growing increasingly intense, strong enough to swallow everything.

A blinding flash of white forced her to squeeze her eyes shut, and she could only crouch down, covering her eyes, as a piercing siren filled her ears, and the ground seemed to spin.

A moment later, quiet returned, and as she peeked through her fingers, Fujiwara Makoto discovered she was already standing on a grassy field.