Net King: Age of Miracles!

Chapter 464: 463. Dreams and Evil Spirits?

"I'm back."

"Oh, teenagers, you're pretty lethargic."

"Are you venting too much?"

Just after explaining the situation to his seniors and returning home, Ryoma unexpectedly ran into Nanjiro who was walking out of the toilet.

"Tsk"

I originally wanted to be as arrogant as usual, but I really didn’t have the intention.

The wave of power from another dimension that had just erupted had drained all his energy.

"Hey, hey, don't you want to eat?"

"Not for tonight"

Looking at Ryoma who went directly to rest, Nanjiro shouted to him.

"Sleep when you come back, beware of nightmares."

Nanjiro persuaded him kindly, as if he had something to say.

"I want you to take care of it!"

He replied angrily. He really didn't want to deal with this talkative father at the moment.

Weakly, we returned to the house, put the golf bag and bag aside, took off our jacket, and then fell on the bed without caring about anything.

I can only vaguely remember the gradually dimming vision.

"Uncle, doesn't Longma eat?"

"That kid is having so much fun, let's just ignore him."

"Well?"

Nanako had just finished cooking, but before even saying hello, she found that Ryoma had gone back to the room, and she suddenly felt strange.

But Nanjiro's answer left her speechless.

"By the way, sometimes I hear strange noises coming from Ryoma's room at night."

"You mean the sound of walking like "dongdong"?"

"Yeah, isn't he sleepwalking?"

"Hey, maybe it's possessed by an evil spirit."

"ah?!"

While eating the meal and communicating with Nanako, Nanjiro was quite happy.

He knows the situation about Ryoma better than anyone else.

To put it bluntly, it was indeed being targeted by something tricky.

Even though he did it himself.

"You have to clean it up, Ryoma."

……………

"?"

Feeling a slight breeze blowing on his face, Ryoma moved his heavy eyelids and noticed something was wrong.

"here it is?"

The physical fatigue has long since disappeared, and even the previously lax consciousness has recovered a lot.

But the place where he woke up was not at home, but a huge, empty stadium.

"Where is the competition site?"

He stood up and looked around in confusion. This was the first time he had seen a stadium of this size.

"Dream?"

"World Championship?"

Turning around and seeing the flags of many countries, Ryoma realized at this moment that something was true?

"boom!!"

But the sudden whistling sound made his ears twitch, and he subconsciously stepped back twice to avoid it.

The familiar spherical object rotated on the ground, and then jumped towards his face.

"Outspin serve!"

Tilting his head to avoid this, Ryoma judged the situation of the ball, and then looked towards the other side of the court.

"You are...!?"

In his gaze, a figure dressed in pure white came into his eyes.

"Snapped!!"

The opponent didn't say anything, but a tennis ball appeared in his hand out of thin air, then he threw it up and served again.

"!!"

Although what shines is not golden light, but pure white light, as if it is not colored.

But Ryoma figured out what kind of move the ball was coming from.

White light hits!

"boom!!"

"Well!!"

Unprepared, the ball hit the ground hard and caused a shock. A huge hole was made in the ground, and he was knocked away by the impact.

Just like the image in my memory, it was a genuine light ball.

"This guy"

"It's him?"

"No who are you.?"

Standing up unsteadily and looking at the figure similar to himself in front of him, Ryoma asked.

The familiar style of play and the same moves are undoubtedly his future self.

But the atmosphere and coercion conveyed in it are completely different.

It's like wearing a skin and pretending to be a human.

"Snapped!"

The opponent did not answer, but continued to hit a light shot.

"Answer this question for me!"

Somewhat annoyed by the opponent's arrogant attitude, he subconsciously wanted to hit the ball back with his racket.

But as soon as he stretched it out, he found that his hand was empty, with nothing in it.

Being knocked away again by the residual power of the light ball, Ryoma lay on the ground and forced himself to calm down and think for a while.

(Go to sleep when you get back, be careful of nightmares)

Nanjiro's words echoed in his ears, and he seemed to understand something.

(if it is like this)

Although he relied on his father's prompts to react, Ryoma planned to test what the truth was.

Standing up, I thought about the style of racket I usually carry.

"!"

Sure enough, the red racket appeared in his hand again, just like everyday.

"That is to say, I am really in a dream."

"Then this guy."

After swinging the racket, he found that the feeling was so real that Ryoma had to believe one thing.

That is, he is actually in a "dream".

Forget it is a dream, even the venue and opponents are prepared.

"No. It's not me in the future."

"Instead, he used his memory and experience to disguise himself like that."

"who are you?"

Those who can be so aware of their own existence and skillfully use that memory and experience must be no ordinary person.

"boom!"

Unfortunately, what greeted him was a huge ball of white light.

"you.!"

The ball hit his entire body into the wall behind him, and pain spread throughout his body.

Immediately afterwards

"Well!!"

When he opened his eyes, night had fallen. He was still lying on the bed, but his head was covered with sweat.

"Is it a dream?"

"Tsk, it's so real."

Looking back on everything in the dream, he felt a sense of absurdity.

Now it seems like it was just a nightmare.

Shaking his head, feeling much better, he walked out of the room.

As soon as I arrived at the lobby, I saw Nanjiro sitting on the aisle outside, holding a newspaper in his hands and reading something.

"Nanako left a dinner for you in the rice cooker, just heat it up yourself."

As if he didn't care at all about what Ryoma had gone through, Nanjiro just reminded him.

"knew."

It happened that he was a little hungry, so Ryoma immediately breathed hard and walked to the kitchen.

"Well, this brat."

"It seems that it can't be solved."

When Ryoma left, Nanjiro tilted his head and glanced at his departing back, then muttered.

Others may not know what that situation is, but Nanjiro knows exactly what kind of whirlpool Ryoma is in now.

His unfrank son's attempt to recreate another dimension was met with backlash.

Although Nanjiro didn't know how he had discovered the power of another dimension now, it was undoubtedly too early to do such dangerous things.

You haven't stabilized your walking yet, and you want to grow wings and fly?

Fortunately, it would not have any substantial impact on his body, and he was too lazy to say anything.

But if he stayed in that situation for a long time, he was quite curious about what Ryoma would become in the end.

Is it insanity. Or something further?

"There really is no perfect way to go, and I have to play something dangerous like that."

"Are you that dissatisfied?"