Ain, a 25-year-old with brown hair that is so messy that it looks like weeds, is an ordinary worker on the third production line of the 22nd factory in the outer city.
At the age of fourteen, he neither passed the final superpower test nor reached the first half of the intelligence level, so junior high school became his final diploma.
With such a high level of education, he chose the latter without hesitation between the army and the factory. After all, although he failed a certain test, he was not a real fool.
Since I still want to live a few more years, it is better to die slowly on the assembly line than to have my head chopped off by a strange beast on the city wall one day.
It was also a good time for Ain. Just when he started his tenth year on the death assembly line, two good things happened to him at the same time.
At the beginning of the year, an incident that he could hardly understand occurred in the inner city.
Although Ain went to the collective broadcasting station with projection at that time, he still fell asleep completely during the trial that he could not understand clearly.
It was not until he was awakened by patrolling soldiers that he learned that during the five or six hours he had been asleep, the "congressman" had completely bid farewell to the city.
Although I don’t know why there is still a Speaker even though there are no members of parliament, it is not a bad thing after all, because new regulations were soon posted at the door of the factory, and everyone understood that there is such a thing as an eight-hour work system.
This was the first good thing that happened this year. His daily working hours were cut by three hours, but his salary was increased by 20%. Ain had planned to spend the rest of his life like this, but he didn't expect that fate would favor him in more ways than that.
On a rainy summer night that was so hot that it was difficult to sleep, Ain awakened his superpowers without any warning.
He did not report the incident for many reasons:
First of all, he couldn't be sure whether this was his own superpower or whether he had "schizophrenia" as those psychologists promoted.
Besides, he had chosen to enter the factory in order to live longer, and he had recently heard that most of the super-powered people had been reorganized, and he didn't want to fight with the monsters.
In addition, there is another point, which is also a very crucial point - his superpowers do not want him to do this.
Yes, his superpower is not to want to.
This is actually one of the reasons why Ain still finds it difficult to describe his superpowers - he has heard about the performances of those superpowers. Some people can fly in the air, some can manipulate ice and fire, and some can even travel through shadows.
And what are his abilities?
Talking in your heart? Who wouldn't?
Have a good dream every night? Who can't?
So this matter has been concealed until now. Under Ain's own hesitation and cowardice, while concealing his own abilities, he has also begun to gradually accept and try out his abilities.
His ability is actually very simple. Ain enters the same dream every night, where he can have conversations and communicate with himself, and can recall things in the dream after waking up.
Although this can be called magical, whether it is hypnosis or some other methods, it is always possible to perform similar behaviors.
In addition, Ain really didn't know what use this ability would be for Hope City, so the days passed one by one.
More than half a month ago, his abilities had improved significantly.
Now, even if he doesn't choose to enter the dream, he can still have a conversation with himself.
Just like now, Ain walked into the narrow corridor alone, and the voice had already echoed in his ears:
"You told a clumsy lie today. What do you mean you heard it on the road? This is easy to arouse suspicion."
"What should I say then?"
"You have to imagine, enrich the details here, and constantly strengthen the sense of the picture in your mind. When you believe that this thing happened, then you are not lying."
"Is it possible?"
"Of course. If you want to try something similar, we can try it in a dream. This will make your lies seem incredibly real."
"good."
"Oh, by the way, don't forget to eat something before going to bed. I've been helping you all day and I don't want to be hungry again."
"You helped me? What did you help with?"
"Of course I'm helping you. Didn't you notice that there were no problems with your work today? I helped you do this. When you were distracted, I helped you maintain the integrity of your movements, so that your finished product rate reached 100%. Why don't you thank me?"
"Well, then I should indeed thank you. Even though it's me and you, I still have to thank you."
"...Yes, anyway, if you continue like this, you will soon be able to completely eliminate the monthly defective rate. Then, according to the factory's new rules, you will be eligible to run for the position of line leader of this production line."
The voice kept saying something in Ain's mind, but he himself didn't think too much about it.
Since your ability can help you do all this, why not choose to obey?
All Ai wanted to do now was to continue training his abilities, and this required him to go to that dream as soon as possible.
After swallowing the entire piece of nutritional paste almost whole, Ain drank some water in big gulps and then dived into the quilt.
Soon he felt that the furnishings in his bedroom seemed to be turning into liquid, with things of various colors flowing and mixing together.
He knew that at this moment he was asleep.
Perhaps because this was the limit of Ain's imagination, the background in his dreams always looked like the director's office of their factory.
On the last day of last year, two cold-faced strong men in coats broke into Factory 22.
They stopped the production line, rushed into the factory director's office, and beat the once high-ranking director on his desk like a rat.
The factory manager screamed, "I want to complain about violent law enforcement," and the sturdy man roared, "Hand over the account books and I'll spare your life." The two sides communicated ineffectively on different frequency bands until the one with the bigger fist won and got what they wanted.
All this did not close the office door, so many workers rushed over to watch the whole process after screaming.
Some people saw a large number of information coins, while Ain immediately memorized the furnishings in the room.
The reason is simple, simply because this office belonging to the factory director satisfies all his imaginations of "home".
Before this, Ain could not even imagine that there was such a dream house right above the production line where he worked.
So his dream naturally became like this, and even the pattern on the floor was completed according to his preferences.
Turning the doorknob and entering the room, Ain saw a young man sitting on a chair with a relaxed pose.
The man had messy brown hair and a slightly thin face, but it still had a nice contour.
The man was wearing a formal suit, but he put his feet on the desk impolitely, and then looked towards the door.
That was exactly himself.
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