Caelan rubbed the space between his brows in distress.
He felt as though matters were becoming more and more complicated, and he did not like the sensation of having his destiny manipulated by someone else.
He tried his best to recall every single detail from the dream. Just then, he suddenly realized one crucial point.
The version of himself within the dream seemed to have appeared inside the simulated world, but this obviously did not make sense!
If it truly had been the simulated world, then why had there been such a massive amount of digital data?
Moreover, the simulated world itself existed around the World of Myriad Races in the form of a subsidiary world.
Therefore, that other version of himself should not have been some parallel-world version of him, as he had initially guessed.
Logically speaking, he should not have existed at all.
And yet, reality was that he had indeed appeared.
In that case, there were only two possibilities.
