But now things are different.
This sketch on the desk... Lin Xian started to draw it as if it were a photograph, using all the skills he had mastered.
He was clear in his mind.
In the Fourth Dreamland, as soon as one entered the dream, they'd be surrounded by dozens of soldiers, stunned by electric shock, a completely unsolvable dead end.
A thorough dead end.
And the only hope to break through...
Was all invested in this sketch.
This time.
It was up to his 2023 self to save his self from the year 2624!
...
"Whew..."
Lin Xian let out a breath, blowing away the eraser dust on the paper.
The sun outside the window had already risen.
Having stayed up all night, the sketch was finally completed.
He propped up the paper.
Looking at the drawn old man with bulging eye sockets, sparse eyebrows, hollow cheeks, and narrow yet excitedly smiling eyes before him.
Indeed, it was somewhat unsettling.
"You draw really well."
