From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 477 An illogical story!
When Bai Awang opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar pure white ceiling.

"Finally back. This period of immersion has been far too long." He scratched his head, shaking his somewhat dizzy head, and grumbled.

Immersion is a term he coined himself, like the phenomenon in 'The Matrix' where people are completely immersed in the virtual world.

They're very similar, aren't they?

At that moment, two familiar figures stepped into the room, wearing white lab coats and with a ballpoint pen pinned to their chests.

"Director Zong, Nurse Xiao Guang."

Upon seeing their faces, Bai Awang broke into a bright smile: "Looks like I timed it perfectly, it's time to take my medicine, isn't it?"

"Oh? Symptoms have reappeared?" Director Zong frowned slightly, pulled out a ballpoint pen from his chest, took out his notebook, and scribbled in it: "What's the situation this time? Do you remember what I told you?"

"Of course, Director Zong, I have always kept your instructions in mind."

Bai Awang said proudly with a face full of pride, "That world is fake. I was just experiencing it. It won't be like before."

"That's good. I'm glad you understand."

Director Zong turned to the nurse beside him, who had waist-length black hair, a pretty face, but a somewhat aloof expression: "Xiao Guang, go and give him the injection."

"Yes, Director Zong."

Nurse Xiaoguang walked gracefully over, pulled out a syringe, and gave White Zetsu an injection.

"Thank you, Nurse Xiaoguang." Bai Awang grinned, then said, "I think I did pretty well this month, right? May I go for a walk around the yard?"

Xiao Guang was slightly taken aback and turned to look at Director Zong.

"Okay, go ahead."

Director Zong adjusted his glasses and said gently, "However, there is still a time limit; it's only half an hour."

"Thank you so much, Director Zong!"

Bai Awang was very happy, after all, staying in the ward every day was still a bit uncomfortable.

Each month, the hospital selects patients who have performed well, such as those who have no violent tendencies and cooperate with treatment, and allows them to go outside for a walk and some fresh air.

He worked hard for a whole month to get this opportunity!
After concluding today's visit, Director Zong took Xiao Guang and left, returning to his office on the second floor.

As soon as he entered, Xiao Guang frowned slightly, looked at Director Zong beside him, and said somewhat impatiently, "Zong Yue, do we really want to let him out?"

"why not?"

Director Zong—no, it should be Zong Yue—sat in the attending physician's chair, turned her head to look at the lawn outside the window, and chuckled, "Since he's still unwilling to give up, why not take this opportunity to let him go out and see for himself?"

"You mean, White Zetsu still has doubts?" Xiao Guang paused for half a second, seemingly incredulous. "But his behavior..."

"Yes, they acted very compliantly, just like it was real."

Zongyue tapped the table lightly with her index finger, a smile playing on her lips. "But, Xiaoguang, don't forget, he used to be an extraordinary person with the audience pathway, and he went to 'The Journey of Grossell.' Naturally, he won't believe it so easily. Even if he accepts it for a while, he will soon have doubts again."

"But wouldn't letting him out make it easier to discover our weaknesses?" Xiao Guang still couldn't understand.

"The more you try to obstruct him, the more certain he will become of the truth or falsehood of this world."

Uchiha Muneki shook his head and chuckled, "Besides, with my current abilities, it's not too difficult for me to forge a real city."

Originally, the world outside the hospital was an ocean of the subconscious.

But as He spoke, the pen in his hand was writing something, line after line, quickly filling the entire medical record.

Driven by curiosity, Xiao Guang came to its side and leaned in for a look.

"Huh? Zongyue, are you writing a story?" Xiaoguang tucked a strand of hair behind her crystal-clear ear, her thin pink lips slightly upturned, and her big, dark eyes were full of curiosity.

"Isn't this a very interesting story?"

Uchiha Muneki put down his pen; the medical record was filled with writing.

Suddenly, Xiao Guang stretched out her two fair arms and embraced Zong Yue from behind.

"Ok?"

Uchiha Muneki paused slightly, a delicate fragrance lingering in his nostrils: "What's wrong, Hikaru?"

Then, she gently rested her head on Zongyue's shoulder, whispering in his ear, "It wasn't easy to find you. I don't want to be separated from you, not even for a second. Zongyue."

Uchiha Muneki touched his nose, slightly embarrassed.

In fact, He had just found Uchiha Hikaru not long ago, who had been sleeping for more than ten years in a ruin left by the Otsutsuki Hamura.

She grew from a tiny little girl into a stunning beauty with a remarkable figure.

As a result, he became completely attached to Xiaoguang.

She reached out and ruffled Xiaoguang's hair, saying with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry, Xiaoguang, I made you wait so long before I came to find you."

Xiao Guang gently shook his head and hugged Zong Yue even tighter, as if trying to merge his whole being into her: "I have never blamed Zong Yue. You must have had something very important to do that caused the delay, right? It's okay, I will always wait for you, as I have always done, and as I will always do."

Logically speaking, after being promoted to 'Sequence One', the King of Angels, Uchiha Munezuki wouldn't have such strong human emotions anymore.

However, it must be the large number of faith anchors in the 'Dragon Race' world that made His human anchor quite stable, which is why He could feel a trace of guilt.

"The dragon race's faith is developing quite well!"

Zongyue's thoughts quickly drifted in that direction, and a bold idea suddenly popped into her head: "Wait, if I could gather the faith of multiple worlds, wouldn't that help me stabilize my self-image and thus fight against the consciousness of 'God'?"

"Zongyue, what are you thinking about?"

Xiao Guang noticed that the person in his arms seemed to be lost in thought. He tilted his head, stared closely at Xiao Guang's face, and asked a question.

"Yes, I've thought of something."

Uchiha Muneki smiled, then turned to Hikaru: "Have you thought about what I told you last time? Which path do you want to choose?"

"I've already thought about it."

Xiao Guang turned around and sat directly on His lap, just like before, snuggling into Zong Yue's arms: "I want to choose the 'wrong' path, so that even if something happens to you in the future, I can keep living and keep living, and then find a way to resurrect you."

"Xiao Guang, you really don't need to do this."

Uchiha Muneki was stunned by her words, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "You are very suitable for the 'audience' route, and with me here, I can make sure that you will not have any problems."

With Xiaoguang's abilities, he couldn't be more compatible with the 'audience'.

But no matter how many times He suggested it, Xiao Guang rejected it, and today was no different.

"It's alright, Zongyue." Xiaoguang smiled sweetly. "I've made up my mind. I'll choose the 'wrong' path so things won't be like before. At least I can share some of the burden with you, right?"

Even within Gou San's household, the 'wrong' route is considered an extremely difficult sequence to kill.

To get a glimpse of the whole picture, look at Leonard's grandfather and that brat 'Amon' in the original book. They've been courting disaster for so many years and nothing's happened to them.

"Alright, since you've made your choice, I won't interfere any further."

Uchiha Muneki sighed, knowing he couldn't persuade Hikaru.

This girl may seem delicate, but once she makes up her mind, she's incredibly stubborn and won't easily change it. After exchanging for the 'wrong' Sequence 9 potion from the system shop, he handed the bottle full of potions to Uchiha Hikaru and whispered, "Don't push yourself. If anything happens, be sure to tell me immediately, understand?"

If members of the Twilight Hermits saw this scene, they would most likely be incredibly envious.

They risked their lives, braving wind and rain every day, to finally obtain the 'magic potion,' only to find that others have it so easily.

Most importantly, he also has an angel king of 'Sequence One' who takes good care of him!

This kind of treatment is simply enviable!

"Yeah~"

Xiao Guang took the Sequence 9 Thief's Potion and drank it all in one gulp.

Finally, she was qualified to help Zongyue, just like before. Soon, she would be able to truly help Zongyue!

Sunshine, lawn, fresh air.

Bai Awang finally stepped out of the ward again and came to the lawn outside the mental hospital. He opened his arms to embrace the sunshine and took a deep breath of air.

However, a dark look suddenly appeared on his face: "Let me test it again to see if it's true or false!"

As they were talking, Bai Awang immediately accelerated and sprinted towards the outer wall of the mental hospital.

One step, two steps, staring at the wall, the movements were all done in one smooth motion.

It must be said that he moved very quickly. Almost before the guards could react, he had climbed onto the wall, which was more than two meters high, and was about to climb over.

"Wait, patient number 250, come back quickly!"

Then came the nurse's scream: "Oh no! Oh no! Patient number 250 is trying to escape! Stop him!"

The patrolling security guards immediately grabbed their stun batons and rushed towards Bai Awang, who was trying to climb over the wall: "Come down right now, this is a warning, or we'll have to use force!"

"Hmph, a bunch of idiots!" Bai Awang sneered, stepped on the wall, and pushed off with his hands to flip over the wall.

After landing, Bai Awang took long strides and began running aimlessly down the street.

Although he seemed aimless, his direction was actually very clear; he was always heading in one direction.

The reason is simple: if it's a fake world, there must be an 'edge,' that is, an 'unreal' area. As long as he can find that area, he will have the confidence to turn the tables!

Besides, even if they really can't be found, they'll just be locked up again.

"I can not be reconciled!"

Bai Awang's pupils were icy cold as he gritted his teeth and growled, "I don't believe it! I don't believe it's all fake! There must be something, there must be a 'false' edge. This must be a dream, the subconscious realm! Don't try to deceive me!!!"

The bustling pedestrian street was crowded with vehicles and people.

Passersby watched as Bai Awang, dressed in a striped uniform from a mental hospital, ran wildly like a madman.

Soon, after running wildly in one direction for half an hour, Bai Awang was forced to stop when he was finally out of breath.

"Halt! Patient number 250!"

The security guards from the mental hospital gave chase in their car.

"Damn it, I can't get caught here!"

Bai Awang's face was contorted with rage as his eyes suddenly caught sight of a kindergarten next door where students had just finished their lessons.

Without hesitation, he barged in, snatched a child, grabbed the child by the neck, and yelled at the approaching security guards, "Get out of here! Get away from me! Don't come near me, understand?!"

The security guard at the mental hospital was startled and hurriedly shouted, "No, please don't! Calm down!"

"Give me a car!"

Bai Awang refused to put the child down and roared, "Give me a car right now, or I'll strangle him!"

The area in front of the kindergarten quickly descended into chaos, with a large crowd gathering.

Police cars arrived at the door quickly, and the SWAT team even set up sniper rifles, aiming the red dot at Bai Awang's forehead.

"Good, that's it!"

Bai Awang, who was being targeted, showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he was filled with excitement.

This is the result he wanted. If this world is fake, then he won't really die, but if it is real, rather than living a life worse than death, he might as well just die!
Bai Awang's mental state was on the verge of collapse. He was going back and forth between two worlds and could not distinguish the boundary between falsehood and reality, which made him think that he might as well take a gamble.

But just then, a disheveled middle-aged woman, dressed in patched clothes, stumbled out of the crowd.

"Wangzai!"

The piercing cry pulled Bai Awang back to reality from his madness.

He stared blankly at the woman, countless memories suddenly flooding his mind, and he subconsciously called out, "Mom, what are you doing here?"

"Wangzai, I beg you, please put that child down!"

The woman, her face streaked with tears, knelt on the ground in grief, kowtowing repeatedly to him, again and again.

Even as her head pounded until it was bright red and bleeding, she kept shouting, "Wangzai, we have no money left at home. Please, just think of me as your mother and beg you, don't act impulsively, okay? Put that child down!"

"Mother."

An unprecedented feeling filled Bai Awang's empty heart.

What a strange feeling! The woman's calls seemed to touch the softest part of his heart.

Suddenly, Bai Awang remembered.

When he was sick, his mother held his hand and kept calling his name in his ear.

When he lost control and hurt people, his mother, disregarding her own pain, held him tightly, enduring the pain herself, and couldn't bear to let go.

These were the cotton-padded clothes that he had saved up to buy for him during the winter.

When I was a child, I envied my classmate's shoes. My mother would mend clothes for others stitch by stitch under the dim light, and eventually buy him brand new shoes.

Every time he was sick, his mother would carry him on her back in the rainy night to find a doctor.

Countless memories pierced Bai Awang's heart like needles, finally prying open his long-sealed emotions. He couldn't help but kneel on the ground, letting out a broken cry: "Mom, I can't tell, I really can't tell!!!"

In the attending physician's office at the hospital.

The medical record book, filled with writing, slowly turned its pages in the still air.

Finally, it landed on the last page.

"Under his mother's influence, Bai Awang finally faced reality and cried out, 'I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference!' Disheartened, he was taken back to Baishan Mental Hospital by the security guards."

"Through a series of coincidences, poor Bai Awang finally came to the realization of 'reality,' which is illogical, but that's the story."

One hand closed the medical record book again.

Zong Yue pinched the bridge of her nose, stared at the medical record, and muttered to herself, "Was this a bit too much?"

(End of this chapter)