�It might be the dream of a single flower.�

Demon Sword Armand.

The face of a man who had the biggest dream and the people who loved him came to mind.

�Is it still far?�

Huge in size, stretching from galaxy to galaxy, Ymir was lost in thought.

It�s so huge that it�s farther than light, and even the blink of an eye can exceed the speed of light����.

There is no gravity.

�That�s the problem.�

The result of unlocking the ability of the giant to the end to prevent the neck and limbs from being torn.

�Even the smallest particle that can be called matter has been cut off.�It is difficult to give strength in this state.�

It can be done nonetheless.

As long as the 10 billion Gaian Ultima define him as Ymir.

�Big!�

Little by little, power began to enter certain parts of the body that were only made up of signals.

�Something like a planet���

The power-defining signal spread over 30 percent of the body, but escape was far off.

�Damn it.�Take it, take it.��The moment it touches the signal of power, the pentagram planet will crumble like dust.

�I only need to break one.�

So 30 percent is a realistic number.

�Quack.�

Like a miracle, it may be released now, or it may take longer.

�wait.�

That, too, would have been in the not-too-distant future.

It has been three years since I started living in the world of dreams created by Louver.

That was their idea, of course.�Sirone was still looking at the sea, and the days when Gaold and the others came were rare.

The only thing that has changed lately is that her hair has grown little by little and become longer.

At that time, Gaold�s party had a heated discussion, but they couldn�t find a satisfactory answer.

Louver said:

�Growing my hair must mean that I have begun to accept the time of my dreams.�But still not sleeping or eating.�Nobody knows.�No one will know what state Oh Dae-sung is in.�

Maybe even Sirone herself.�Only the sound of waves repeated every second seemed to tell Sirone a story. JrNovels.com