Fantasy Clock～Dream Ruler～

Night fell quietly, and the moonlight shone arrogantly on this rather modern building. A man with a full chin stubble walked in, wearing a white coat, scratching his head.

"Professor..." The man in front of the glass window turned his head and nodded to the man. Through the glass, a young man in a hospital gown can be seen lying on the bed layout. His cheeks were unnaturally sunken with frowning eyebrows, and his heartbeat was very slow. Although the dazzling instruments have been sorted out, they are still placed on one side in a mess.

"What's going on here?" The man called "Professor" asked hastily, but the other party didn't answer, just shook his head slightly and sighed lightly.

The "professor" kept scratching his hair, giving the illusion that he wanted to pull out the messy and dry hair.

"What number is it? What number is this month?" The professor kept shaking his right foot, tapping the tile floor rhythmically. He gnawed restlessly on the nails of his right hand.

"No. 3 this month, No. 12 in total." The man responded softly. The professor wandered around, finally reached the table where the research materials were placed, and picked up one of the materials.

At the top of the information is marked "Dream Image Recording System", followed by some methods to store the images in the dream in the computer with the help of these dreamers.

"The most important thing is that we still haven't found a way to convert these pulse signals..." The professor put down the materials with trembling hands, becoming more and more hysterical.

The man at the other end of the glass suddenly twitched, and an indescribable smile appeared on his face... Following this unexplainable smile, in the dream world, everything looked different...

——Between the gap between reality and dream, the reddish void has a little bit of starlight, and among these decorative stars, thirteen clocks stand there alone. Among them, there are about ten clocks with their hands running, and the other two are standing there quietly, like broken alarm clocks, waiting for someone to deal with them.

Only 10 Dominators No. 2 clock hands have already started to run, and the two spare numbers are jumping and flashing, which seems to prove that they will arrive soon.

Countdown, 2 minutes left——