In this world, there are countless things—crime, peace, tranquility, and more.
People think we live in a normal world, one without magic or spiritual powers. But they don't know that, in reality, we coexist with countless beings.
However, we cannot see them because the dimensional barrier prevents us from perceiving their existence.
Not only Earth but other planets also harbor life. Yet, our eyes cannot see them, nor can we touch them. And this is where the journey of Yang Wei Tu begins!
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The Highway
A young man with a weary face and lifeless eyes, as if he had no will to live, walked along the highway.
At the side of the bustling road, a child was playing near the street. But something unexpected happened—a truck in the distance lost its brakes and veered uncontrollably.
The truck headed straight toward us, waiting at the red light. Suddenly, the child dashed toward the middle of the road, right into the truck's path. Instinctively, I pushed the child out of the way, but in doing so, I was struck head-on by the truck!
The strands of my hair fluttered as a gentle breeze swept by, accompanied by drifting clouds. Death is unpredictable, as is fate. I was hit and flung several meters away. People screamed and rushed to call an ambulance. But as my head slammed against the asphalt with great force, everything around me started to spin.
I felt like my skull had cracked, my legs were broken, and my arms were twisted from the impact. I couldn't move—not even lift a finger.
Gradually, my vision became blurry, and then it turned completely black. I passed out.
As my eyes closed, the ambulance arrived in a rush.
"Damn it! He's unconscious! Quickly, lift him!" shouted someone, likely a paramedic.
I could hear them, but I couldn't open my eyes. Everything felt so heavy, as if a massive stone was pressing down on me.
I don't know how long I remained unconscious—hours, days, weeks, or perhaps even months.
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The Dreams
Every time I dreamt, the dreams were bizarre and felt incredibly real. I dreamed of sitting on a throne, worshipped by countless people. But oddly enough, I wasn't actually sitting; I was floating, without hands or feet. I couldn't understand why the dream felt so vivid. Was this a lucid dream? I wondered.
However, whenever something went wrong, the dream abruptly ended. The next day, I'd have the same dream again.
Perhaps if I avoided mistakes or crossed no boundaries, the dream wouldn't end. That was what I thought.
Eventually, I succeeded in avoiding mistakes. But the errors couldn't be completely optimized, and the dream would still end if anything went wrong.
Why was I having the same dream repeatedly? Was it a test from the gods? No way. It might just be a side effect of my fractured skull...
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The Recurring Vision
By the third dream, I finally managed to leave the throne room. What I saw outside was extraordinary—a stunning view! I couldn't believe that all this time, I'd been confined to a speck of dust.
Outside, there were massive homes resembling Chinese pavilions. Or rather, I should say, they looked like something out of ancient China. I didn't know where I was.
But accidentally shouting in excitement caused the dream to end abruptly.
On the fourth dream, the view outside the room was entirely different. It resembled a medieval European city. Could it be that every dream changes the scenery outside? Yet, the houses and their rules remained the same, I thought to myself.
Once again, I accidentally angered someone, and I was kicked out of the dream.
On the fifth dream, I found myself facing the vast ocean. And yet again, I was expelled because I drank the seawater, which turned out to be a thousand times saltier than the water on Earth. The extreme saltiness and dehydration killed me in the dream.
These dreams kept recurring with different settings and people worshiping me. I couldn't understand their purpose.
But one thing was clear—dreams could be omens. That was my initial thought.
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Reality and the Awakening
Days passed, and it seemed I had been unconscious for a week.
In the real world, I could hear people talking, but I couldn't open my eyes. Was I in a coma? I wondered, because it didn't seem like normal unconsciousness.
By the second week, I started to understand the meaning of my dreams and even found joy in them, despite their limitations.
By the third week, my dreams became increasingly absurd. Instead of peaceful scenes, I was now sitting on the throne, worshiped as the "D*** G***." The view outside was a vast, dry, red land, as though enduring a never-ending drought.
Could it be that by the third week, my dreams naturally turn darker? It made sense that peaceful dreams couldn't last forever.
By the fourth week, the dream changed again. I was no longer seated on the throne but floating in the sky, observing the world below, as if from a helicopter or airplane.
From above, I saw two individuals arguing about their leader.
"Hey, do you think our leader is planning something again?"
"Hm? Seems like it. I heard he's building a 100-floor tower for our enjoyment."
They appeared to be discussing some kind of tool their leader was building. At first, I thought it was trivial.
But then…
"Isn't our leader working on the 3,728,190th tower?"
"Seems like it, but how do you know and remember all that?"
"Hahaha, of course, I know! I often eavesdrop on the leader's conversations. Did you know?"
"Know what?"
"It seems that the dimension of World 301 will be chosen as the tower's zone, and the 3,728,190th tower will be placed at the center of that world. Did you know?"
"Wow, looks like we'll have some fun again."
"Hahahaha!!!"
The conversation turned toward their leader, towers, dimensions, and worlds. I dismissed their debate at first, but then, a holographic projection appeared in the sky. It was visible to the entire world.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My brain struggled to process the information.
The dimension of World 301—that was Earth, the real world!
Shocked, I screamed, and everyone below looked up. At that moment, my dream ended abruptly. Not only that, but I woke up from my coma.
My breath was heavy, and my face turned pale as I convinced myself it was just a dream. However...
A massive earthquake struck as soon as I woke up. Initially, I thought nothing of it, but then a giant object descended from the sky.
It grew smaller and smaller as it approached, eventually entering my body through the hospital window. My eyes snapped open.
"Hah… hah… hah…" It was just a dream—or so I thought.
But as I opened my eyes, my soul left my body. At first, I panicked, but gradually, I figured out how to return to my body.
Where did this absurd power come from? What matters now is finding out whether my dreams are connected to this power. Were those dreams real, just dreams, or even prophecies? No one knows for sure. Only fate holds the answer!