Sakura Emma, ​​I'm going to control you fiercely!

How immersive is this sleep aid? How exactly does it provide that immersion?

Wearing the sleep aid device is incredibly comfortable and soft to the touch.

The eye mask blocked out the darkness, and the bone conduction headphones played white noise...

Yang Wen felt that he would be unable to sleep without it from now on.

Wrapped in his blanket, he reflected on the day's events and tomorrow's game tasks.

They said they were going to open the map for the [Demon Politics Bureau], but Yang Wen hadn't made any progress. Perhaps he still had a series of "unclogging the toilet" quests to complete.

I don't know if it can be automatically redirected to the Demon Administration Bureau.

Amidst the white noise and pure blackness, Yang Wen's consciousness gradually became hazy.

……

……

The three people, sleeping in separate beds at night, suddenly felt the same sweet scent of dreams wafting over them, and their eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Hannah's tense body relaxed slightly.

Emma slowly closed her eyes.

Yang Wen's breathing gradually became even and slow.

The three of them said in unison, "Go to sleep."

Together, we drifted off to sleep.

Volume 1: Chapter Fourteen: The Labyrinth of Reason

"!"

When Hannah opened her eyes, she suddenly realized that she had left home without knowing when.

"here it is?!"

She opened her eyes wide and found herself seemingly in a vast cosmic space filled with stars.

Hannah's gaze seemed to be drawn forward uncontrollably, as if by an invisible hook:

The end of the universe is not darkness, but a dazzling rainbow vortex. Above that vortex, countless pink lines intertwine and entwine in the void, outlining a cluster of sacred and complex rings that slowly rotate like gears.

clatter--

Just then, footsteps sounded behind Hannah.

A strange female voice spoke softly, as if whispering in her ear:

Welcome to the Labyrinth of Reason, the Recycling Station of Cause and Effect.

From now on, every time you dream, reason will remind you of the truth; when you wake up, reason will temporarily make you forget the truth.

As for how much you can remember after waking up each day, that depends entirely on Mr. Yang's progress.

"What...what do you mean?! I don't understand!"

Hannah could feel that the presence behind her disappeared the moment she asked the question.

At the same time, the memories of what she experienced today began to replay before her eyes like a slideshow.

Hannah saw the scene from her first encounter with Emma in the hallway... There's not much to say about that.

But Hannah saw a humanoid figure projected onto Emma's body, overlapping and intersecting with Emma, ​​as if they were one person.

The slides changed, quickly moving on to the concert hall event.

It's a scene of Emma wielding a baton and killing a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll).

But Hannah found it strange:

The Emma on the slide looked terrified and pale, her frail appearance a far cry from the brave and determined junior Hannah remembered.

At the same time, Hannah saw a figure superimposed on Emma.

This time, the silhouette revealed the outline of facial features, yet remained vague and indeterminate.

But he seemed to be whispering to Emma, ​​guiding her step by step in fighting the wreckage.

The slideshow changes, showing the interior of the music hall. This time it shows Emma battling the wreckage of the spinning wheel.

Hannah's gaze once again fell upon that "figure that no longer exists."

This time, however, Hannah could clearly see the figure's features. It seemed... to be a young man.

The young man tapped his finger lightly, and with a "click" sound, the sound was heard.

Emma, ​​as if greatly encouraged, fought back tears of fear and rushed forward to fight the wreckage.

Even so, Emma was still knocked into the pool.

At this moment, the young figure tapped his finger lightly again, and once more, that crisp "click" sound rang out—

With his help, Emma transforms into a magical girl and successfully protects the two of them, defeating the wreckage.

The slideshow reached its final point, showing the school gate where she and Emma had parted ways.

This time, the young man has taken on a physical form: he is a seemingly harmless young man, around the age of a college student.

The young man and Emma watched Hannah disappear through the school gate.

He said, "I want to help Hannah become a magical girl..."

Hannah's eyes widened slightly when she heard her name mentioned.

Then the young man closed his eyes and slowly floated up into the sky.

In Hannah's gaze, he floated out of the sky, floated out of the slideshow, and floated towards the cluster of rings at the edge of the universe.

Even after the slides disappeared, Hannah remained stunned for a long time.

She learned the truth:

It was with the help of that young man that Emma and I were able to leave the concert hall unharmed.

So... back then, the one who bravely fought the enemy in the music hall, the one who transformed Emma into a magical girl and helped her escape from the music hall... was it always that older brother?

In order for Hannah to also have the ability to protect herself, I want her to become a magical girl as well?

Who exactly is he?

Suddenly, Hannah realized something, and her cheeks flushed:

The thought struck Hannah like a bolt of lightning: the older brother who had always protected them... not only saw her terrified and soaking wet in front of the wreckage, but also, taking advantage of that strange gust of wind, had completely admired her...

Aaaaaaahh ...

The girl's sense of shame exploded at that moment.

Amidst these thoughts, Hannah felt her body rising upwards.

The memories in my mind quickly vanished. But one last question remained, trembling on my lips.

"Why should we help them?"

When Hannah woke up, it was already midnight.

She blinked blankly.

It felt like I had an incredible dream...

At the same time, it seems like a new word has appeared in my memory—

"Yang?"

After racking her brains without finding a solution, the girl lay back down on the bed.

I always feel that the answer will be in my dreams...

She drifted off to sleep once again.

……

……

When Emma woke up, she found herself in a starry sky.

Directly in front of the starry sky was an ordinary wooden door.

"Is this... a dream?"

The girl observed the area with curiosity.

The boundless universe seemed unreachable, so she tried to touch the doorknob.

Suddenly, a feeling of weightlessness washed over her. With a creak as the door opened, Emma found herself in a small room.

The room layout was remarkably simple: a table, two chairs placed facing each other around the table, and a door.

Emma looked around and spotted a small mirror.

But the person in the mirror was not himself, but an ordinary-looking black-haired girl.

"Huh? Is this another ** place?"

Emma: ? ? ?

She meant to say "the realm of wreckage," but the sound she made was censored as if it were a forbidden word.

Just as she was wondering, the door behind her opened—

……

……

Yang Wen arrived here without any clear reason.

After the door opened, besides the tables and chairs, there was a very pretty young girl inside. Judging from her school uniform and demeanor, she was probably from Japan.

thumping!

The door closed automatically.

A man and a woman were staring at each other in a small, enclosed room.

Yang Wen's first thought was of the erotic dream brought to him by the immersive sleep aid device.

The second thing that came to mind was the room where "you can't get out without doing XX".

So, does that mean I'll have a wet dream tonight?

He observed the black-haired girl, and the black-haired girl observed him as well; neither of them dared to utter a sound.

Yang Wen also noticed a mood icon next to the black-haired girl's head. She was currently in a state of confusion.

He thought to himself, "Wow, this is amazing." He'd been dreaming about playing visual novels all his life; now he was experiencing this for the first time.

"Um, that..." the black-haired girl said softly, her Japanese automatically turning into Chinese.

She gestured somewhat awkwardly to the table and chairs, "Shall we... sit down first?"

"Do it (su ru)."

"...Huh?"

“I said, sit down (su wa te).

Yang Wen, unsure of the situation, simply agreed.

The two men sat face-to-face in chairs on either side of a round table.

Yang Wen realized that this situation seemed even more awkward.

Glancing at the restless girl out of the corner of his eye, Yang Wen chose to start the conversation first.

"Would you like to introduce yourself first?"

"Okay, okay..."

The two tried to say each other's names, but were met with a series of "bi" sounds, as if they had been censored.

After another period of staring at each other blankly, they tried to understand the situation from each other's perspective, only to find that neither of them knew anything about it.

Therefore, we had no choice but to make the simplest "pronoun" first.

“You can just call me ‘Yang’,” Yang Wenjian said, as a cup of black tea suddenly appeared on the table.