The sensation in his body gradually returned; as long as he opened his eyes, he could leave this world.

But Logan Clark did not choose to wake up.

“Why does this world feel so real?”

He could understand the pajamas and the block-shaped head.

But the dream had even constructed Dawn City, which didn’t exist in his memory, and he could look up real-world information in the library?

Logan Clark was puzzled.

“No wonder so many people get lost in dreams.”

He continued reading and discovered that after Adam Foster returned from the dream, he also described to the researchers that information he didn’t know appeared in the dream.

Adam Foster even speculated that the dreams were connected.

Everyone who used this method arrived at the same dream!

But none of this had been confirmed.

Seeing this, Logan Clark felt a surge of joy.

If this was true, it meant he could find Ryan Clark in this world and wake her up!

But in this vast Dawn City, how could he find Ryan Clark?

Recalling his own awakening experience, he came up with an idea.

A sense of dissonance.

He needed to create a sense of dissonance in Dawn City that everyone could see.

The moment his consciousness awakened, Logan Clark found that his abnormal perception had returned, including that teleportation ability.

But if he used teleportation now, where would the objects go?

Into the block head?

Logan Clark left the reading machine, walked out the door, and came to the park outside the library.

He extended his perception outward; the range hadn’t changed, still 11m*11m*11m.

Aiming at a stone, Logan Clark activated teleportation.

The stone disappeared.

It seemed to have fallen somewhere, and Logan Clark heard a familiar metallic sound.

That sound seemed to come from his own head.

“Did it really go into my head?”

Logan Clark focused his vision inside the block of his head.

Passing through the metallic shell, Logan Clark arrived at a strange place.

It was a mountain range of pickles...

The vast metal ground stretched beyond sight, and above was endless darkness.

In front of him were towering mountains of pickles, stretching into the unseen distance, with pickles constantly rolling down from the mountains.

Logan Clark tried to pick up a piece and found that these pickles hadn’t spoiled or rotted, though he had no idea how long they’d been piled here.

A unique sour smell filled the space, rushing straight to Logan Clark’s head.

The small stone that Logan Clark had teleported in was lying right on the metal ground in front of him.

Logan Clark’s perception moved very slowly in this space; when he tried to pass through the ground, he returned to the park.

What was that place just now?

Logan Clark’s mind couldn’t process it.

Why did he end up in that endless mountain of pickles?

Logan Clark entered that space again and threw the stone back onto the ground outside.

Just like in reality, his ability was unaffected.

So he turned his attention to the pickles.

With the familiar teleportation operation, a pile of pickles appeared on the ground.

These pickles, existing in an unknown place, had been brought out by Logan Clark.

“Could these be the pickles that were the price for the ‘dream’ relics before?”

How did they end up in my head?

Suddenly, Logan Clark had a bold guess:

It wasn’t that the pickles had gone into his head, but that he had gone to the place where the “dream” stored its prices!

Logan Clark quickly entered the pickle space again, wanting to test something.

He walked to the front of a mountain, aimed the teleportation frame at the huge pickle mountain, and kept enlarging it.

“Sure enough, the maximum is still only 11 meters.”

So Logan Clark walked into the pickle mountain.

In the park of Dawn City’s library, people were strolling leisurely.

Suddenly, a giant cube of pickles appeared in the center of the park’s plaza.

The strong smell attracted everyone’s attention. After the pickle cube appeared, it suddenly broke apart on the ground, and a wave of pickles surged toward the stunned passersby.

People screamed and tried to dodge, but were still engulfed by the flood of pickles.

Those who managed to escape quickly called the police.

Soon, rescue workers arrived at the scene. Enduring the smell, they searched the pickle piles for trapped citizens.

Logan Clark, covered head to toe in pickles, was dug out and carried away on a stretcher.

But just as he reached the ambulance, Logan Clark suddenly jumped up and ran off into the distance, leaving the medical staff in shock.

“It worked! It really works.”

That three-story-high pickle mountain didn’t hurt at all when it landed on him, making Logan Clark even more convinced this was a dream.

In reality, when trapped in the block, he could only teleport small objects due to space limitations.

Now, with no restrictions, he could finally show his true abilities.

……

In the dream Dawn City, a news report was playing on an electronic screen:

“A hunter is using relics to cause chaos in Dawn City.”

“The suspect ran to the top of a tall building and used a relic to create a giant pickle cube.”

“The pickle cube falls from the sky and breaks apart in midair, causing pickle rain all over the city.”

“Citizens, please be careful of what’s above you when going out and stay safe.”

“The authorities are already trying to apprehend the suspect, but have not yet succeeded.”

“The suspect is very distinctive in appearance: wearing pajamas, with a block for a head, and covered in pickles.”

“If any citizen sees such a person, please report to the authorities immediately.”

“The following is surveillance footage of the suspect.”

Ryan Clark was holding the electronic screen, staring blankly at the content:

A block-headed figure was sneaking in through the back door of a tall building, then climbing up hundreds of floors to the rooftop via the escape stairs.