"This... she's using my blood as seasoning?" Zephyr watched in astonishment as the girl used some unknown method to control the blood in the cup, turning it into a mist that blended into the roasted pork.
The meat showed no visible changes. The little girl, who hadn't touched the meat earlier, now reached out and picked up the piece eagerly. She lightly tapped it with her finger, waiting almost half a minute to ensure there were no changes before—no, not just that!
Zephyr's eyes widened in shock as he saw the little girl transform into a voracious eater. Her previously elegant demeanor vanished completely, and in a manner Zephyr couldn't comprehend, she took a huge bite, consuming nearly a tenth of the meat in one go!
Does she have some grudge against this wild boar?
After quickly devouring half the meat, the girl slowed down, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and began savoring the rest as if it were a delicacy. Watching her, Zephyr almost felt like he had become a master chef.
Hmm, compared to her terrifying eating habits just now, this was more like what one would expect from a little girl being fed.
With a slight curl of his claws, each one easily pierced a piece of the roasted pork. The taste wasn't anything special—at least not much different from his previous cooking attempts over the past couple of months.
After finishing most of the roast, the little girl finally ate the last bit. Seeing that she had no intention of eating more, Zephyr nodded slightly. No matter how strong she was, she was still just a child; how much could she eat?
"I want to sleep... Hmm, you don't understand." The little girl looked up at Zephyr, pulled one of his wings over herself like a blanket, and made him into her bed.
"What...?" What on earth is this mysterious trust? Stunned by the girl's actions, Zephyr didn't know what to do next. Seeing that she had already fallen asleep, moving might wake her up. Having eaten and drunk enough, he decided to sleep too.
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Lying on the ground, Zephyr slowly closed his eyes. His dragon body had a natural advantage in sleep—it could stay awake for long periods but also fall asleep instantly when needed.
Since arriving in this world, Zephyr rarely dreamed. But tonight, he had a rare dream.
In the dream, he was no longer in dragon form but back in his original body, not in the ghost town but in his familiar cozy home, where everything was exactly as he remembered. For a moment, he felt like he had somehow returned through the dream!
People say time travel is good, but he hadn't experienced any benefits since coming here. He had lived in the wilderness for months and nearly been caught by humans. Communication was a major challenge, and overall, life after time travel was worse than before.
What reminded him he hadn't actually returned was the view outside the window—not familiar streets but an endless expanse of deep darkness that instilled a sense of fear.
"Huh? You're afraid of your own dreams?"
"Who... Ah! Who are you?" Zephyr looked puzzled at the little girl who appeared in his room. He was sure she wasn't there when he checked earlier.
"Entering your dream took a bit of effort," said the girl sitting on the bed, examining a blanket. It was purely decorative, made of ordinary cotton but finely crafted.
Many things in dreams aren't real; their forms depend on the dreamer's impressions. The deeper the impression, the more realistic the object appears. Therefore, beds are likely the most accurately represented items in dreams...
"So it really is a dream... Wait! I can understand what you're saying!" Zephyr looked surprised at the girl sniffing his blanket. If it's a dream, do scents even exist?
He picked up a half-empty glass of juice from beside the computer desk and sniffed it. Surprisingly, it smelled real!
"I don't know what language you speak, but in dreams, we can communicate. This communication is akin to mental dialogue, where our thoughts are converted into spoken words."
"In fact, I still don't know what language you speak, and vice versa," the girl said calmly, "Also, this appearance is your true self."
"I don't quite understand."
"That's okay, we have plenty of time to talk." The girl glanced at the clock on the wall, noting its difference from sandglasses. With some understanding, she recognized it as Zephyr's perception of a clock.
She entered Zephyr's dream not by intrusion but by deception, making it a visit rather than an invasion. Thus, within the dream, she was accepted, and the information based on Zephyr's perceptions affected her.
For example, the numbers on the clock appeared differently to her but could revert to Zephyr's perception if she chose.
Picking up a book from the bedside table, she noticed the content was incomplete and disorganized, which wasn't surprising since books in dreams are manifestations based on memory. Unless fully memorized, they wouldn't be complete.
Flipping through the bottommost book titled "Bedtime Stories Collection," she found it surprisingly coherent, indicating significant familiarity with the content.
After flipping a few pages, she was drawn to something Zephyr had been staring at. "What's that?"
"Uh, my dear computer!?" Zephyr hesitated for a moment before pressing the power button. To his delight, it turned on, and seeing the familiar startup screen, he almost shed tears.