Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

The Su Tings in the mirror murmured in unison:

Dreams are prisons of memory, cages you built yourself.

Just then, a gentle yet firm voice rang in my ears:

"Su Ting! Can you hear me?"

Don't trust them!

Zhong Meng's voice pierced the fog, and Su Ting turned around abruptly. He saw a door with an illusory shape slowly opening in the distance, and Zhong Meng's figure reached out from the crack in the door, desperately pulling him.

“The dream is over!” Su Ting struggled to run towards him.

But the mirror beneath his feet suddenly shattered, and a pale arm shot out from the crack, grabbing his ankle.

"You can't escape." Su Ting spoke simultaneously in countless mirror images, tears glistening in his eyes.

You must confront...your truth.

"Su Ting, come here quickly!" Zhong Meng shouted loudly.

Su Ting struggled desperately, but the arms around his feet tightened their grip, as if trying to drag him into the depths of the mirror.

He gritted his teeth, suddenly looked down at the crack—and saw countless reflections of "him" smiling, as if welcoming a lost relative home.

"I don't belong here!" Su Ting roared, and the Key of Remnant Dreams in his hand shone brightly.

He stabbed the key into his arm, and with a "bang," the arm instantly disintegrated into black mist, dissipating into the air.

Exhausted, Su Ting ran towards Zhong Meng and threw himself into his outstretched arms.

The two figures were swallowed by the light, and the next moment, they were standing in another space.

—The interior of a huge clock tower.

The gears hummed, and the pointer ticked away.

“Where is this…” Su Ting gasped for breath.

Zhong Meng pulled him to the base of a giant clock face, pointing to the shimmering crystal in the center:

"This is the source of the dream... the true core."

Su Ting stared at the crystal, his heart suddenly racing.

"There's something in there."

“It’s memory.” Zhong Meng nodded with a complicated expression. “It’s the collective memory of all the sleeping dreamers, and it’s also the essence of the dream core—he didn’t deceive us.”

“That little girl… she’s not the Dream Core.” Su Ting gritted his teeth.

Zhong Meng slowly said, "The Dream Core is a collection, the sum of the consciousness of the entire dream. It cannot be possessed by an individual. That girl... she is a fragment of a dream, a memory that was once abandoned."

Chapter 1175 Becoming the Manipulator of Dreams

“So, he is… a part of me?” Su Ting whispered.

Zhong Meng nodded gently.

Su Ting took a deep breath: "Then why did he become the manipulator of dreams?"

“Because you are the one who opened the dream.” Zhong Meng looked at him, her eyes sharp as knives. “Your dream opened the entire dream world.”

Just then, a clear, cold laugh echoed from deep within the clock tower:

"You've finally found this place... Unfortunately, it's too late."

The two of them turned around abruptly.

At the top of the clock tower, a white figure slowly descended. It was the girl. Her eyes shone with starlight, and a mysterious smile played on her lips.

"The core of dreams does not belong to you. Nor does it belong to dreams themselves," he said slowly. "It... is me."

Su Ting gripped the Key to the Broken Dream tightly: "Who exactly are you?!"

The girl smiled gently and pointed her finger at Su Ting.

"I am you...the real you."

His voice was as gentle as the wind, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Are you the sleeping me?"

“I am not asleep.” The girl’s eyes shone brightly. “I am the part of you that you have forgotten—a dream that you have never faced and never accepted.”

Light and shadow surged beneath his feet, and the surrounding space suddenly collapsed.

Dream memories unfolded around them, as if the whole world was collapsing.

Zhong Meng suddenly pushed Su Ting behind the clock face, while she herself stood in front of him.

"You cannot control the Dream Core!" Zhong Meng shouted. "You do not possess complete Dream Power!"

The girl sneered, "Who said I didn't?"

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and a stream of golden light burst forth from his body, shooting straight towards the clock face.

The crystal immediately emitted a deafening buzz!

"Oh no, the core of dreams is responding to him!" Zhong Meng exclaimed.

"How could he possess the complete power of dreams?!"

Su Ting's eyes widened, utterly shocked.

“You’ve forgotten, he… was originally me,” Su Ting murmured.

Zhong Meng turned and glanced at him: "And now?"

“Now… I am me.” Su Ting raised his head, his eyes clearer than ever before.

"The core of dreams... should be controlled by the person who is awake."

He stepped onto the clock face, and the Key to the Broken Dream emitted a dazzling light, echoing the crystal from afar.

"Su Ting—don't act rashly!" Zhong Meng shouted.

But Su Ting no longer listened to him.

He slowly extended his hand and placed his palm on the crystal.

"Let's... dream a real dream together."

The girl's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Alright, brother. Then you should try... and see who really calls the shots in a real dream."

Inside the clock tower, the echoes of time resonate, as if countless past events are intertwined and reenacted.

Su Ting gently placed his palm on the crystal, and in an instant, a searing pain shot into his brain, as if his entire soul was being torn apart.

"Ah—!" He gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Are you crazy!" Zhong Meng was shocked and furious. She tried to rush forward, but found herself bound by an invisible force and unable to move.

The girl's lips curled slightly, her eyes were closed, as if she were also experiencing the same impact.

“Come on, brother.” He chuckled softly, his voice like a bewitching melody, “Let’s see who among us truly is the master of this dream.”

The crystal suddenly burst forth with a blinding light, and the air inside the clock tower seemed to freeze.

Su Ting's consciousness was instantly drawn into a dream vortex, with countless fragments flashing by.

Chapter 1176 Can You Escape?

Rainy nights from my childhood, the sound of my mother crying in the dilapidated room, my own trembling figure huddled in a corner, and those eyes that kept staring at me in my dreams...

"This is the dream you've been hiding." The girl sneered in his mind. "Everything you dare not face is me."

Su Ting struggled to her feet, but her eyes grew even more determined: "You are not my whole dream."

"I don't want that kind of dream either."

The girl was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

“What I want is a dream that can take me out of the past.” Su Ting looked up, his gaze sharp, “not a dream that traps me in old dreams, repeating pain and fear.”

The girl fell silent, but then scoffed, "Naive. Do you think you can escape? We are never people who can choose our future."

Su Ting did not answer, but slowly raised his hand.

The Key to the Broken Dream in his palm suddenly lit up with a golden light, illuminating a small portal.

"This isn't your ability!" The girl was startled, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

“It’s yours, and it’s mine,” Su Ting said softly, “but you’ve never really learned how to use it.”

He leaped up and plunged the key in his hand into the crystal.

"Su Ting!" Zhong Meng called out anxiously from outside, but could not reach him at all.

The crystal emitted a sharp, piercing buzz, and the entire clock tower began to shake, with cracks spreading throughout the space.

"What...what are you doing?" The girl's expression finally changed.