Sunshine, beach, waves, cactus, what a wonderful night.

Ahem, it’s indeed night. Because of Ronan’s dream connection ability, everyone can connect their thinking to this world when they enter a dream, so the daytime in the main world can completely correspond to nights in another world.

Since Ronan developed a new usage of dream connection capabilities in another world, he has had fun with Jotaro and the others. The entire other world was gradually transformed by Ronan into a place like studios. Each place has a different scenery, including future style, wasteland style, cyberpunk style, rainforest style, various terrain style or art style can be found here.

Then what are they playing, playing people... To be precise, they play role-playing games to test the reactions of everyone entering the dream world, so recently an urban legend has appeared on the earth in the JOJO world.

The content is that there is a dreamland land, and everyone who is having lucid dreams may enter, and then you will experience the bizarre life in it, which may be a midnight horror, a gunfight scene, or even a little bit of it, but no matter what the content is, there are probably the following characters participating, and they are called Dream Messengers.

An elderly pervert who calls himself a playboy, two serious and inconsistent Japanese boys, a young French slut, a fake Egyptian, and finally an Asian who calls himself a dream master. His name seems to be Ronan or something.

Today, countless dreams are still being staged in various parts of the other world, but as long as they do not wake them up, few people can truly enter a state of lucid dreaming.

But maybe he was finally tired of playing, so Ronan and his team chose a beach to rest as the theme of today's event.

There are many reasons for choosing here, the most important point is that there are really many beauties, although they are in dreams.

"Well, I've been having fun these days. Luo Nan, your other world is really fun and convenient!" Erqiao's eyes were illuminating.

Where is the beach on earth with the high quality of the beach here? And because it is in a dream, everyone's dress is more unrestrained and bolder than the other, which is simply feasting the eyes.

Six salted fish just lay on the beach chair and watched the people coming and going. Looking at their dreams, they felt so comfortable.

Suddenly Porunarev spoke: "I have to leave. I have been sleeping during the day these days, which makes my neighbors think I have something wrong."

"Well, bye bye, but Porunarev, you really don't consider moving to Japan, so that at least everyone's work and rest will be regular."

"Hmph, that's impossible for the time being. I recently found some clues about the Dior Remnants Party. I've been busy in Europe recently. Even France can't stay for a few days, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, Bobo drank the drink in his hand and disappeared.

Abdru also said goodbye to everyone, and then Jotaro, who didn't like such a lively atmosphere, left, leaving only Ronan, Nicho and Kakyoen.

Hanakingen also shook his head and said, "I have had enough fun recently, so I won't come here today. See you later."

After saying that, the person disappeared...

Erqiao was also out of interest and curled his lips and said, "Are they all gone? Alas, then I'll leave too, bye!"

Even the beauty couldn't keep Er Qiao's heart. It's right. Joseph Joesta is a top playboy. He has never seen any beauty before. He just enjoys the feeling of having fun with everyone.

Ronan's life has once again returned to peace.

"I saw him raise a tall building, I saw him entertain guests, I saw him collapse..." Ronan suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was too boring, so he could only drink the juice in the cup, "It was like eating all the birds fell into the forest and falling into the vast white earth, so clean."

In this era of material desires, even if there are many breasts and buttocks, they cannot fill Ronan's empty heart.

"Whether, go and have a rest, go and have a rest! Let's go home to sleep today."

After standing up, Ronan wanted to leave, but could a voice as big as a mosquito to stop him.

"I'm sorry, sir, wait a moment, I have something to ask you."

"Huh?" Ronan turned around and found a little boy hiding from behind the beach bushes, as if he was only five or six years old, with old-fashioned eyes, shrunk, like a timid kitten.

"System, why don't you remind me that there are people around me?"

System: "Aren't you all around you?"

"Uh...I mean someone else is still awake."

"Well, I haven't considered this, but I remember that my system map should be marked for you."

Sure enough, a red dot is clearly marked in the system map. If the red dot is determined, the boy's personal information will also be displayed on it.

Harry Potter, a boy from London, England.

Ronan: "Huh?" Are there many boys named Harry Potter in London, England?

At this time, seeing that Ronan did not make things difficult for him, the little boy mustered up the courage to walk out of his bushes. Looking at the big sisters in rags not far away, the little guy seemed particularly shy and didn't even dare to look at him. It was very interesting.

"Your name is Harry Potter, right? From London, England?"

Harry was a little surprised. He had never told the other party his name before, but thinking about the other party's possible identity, he felt relieved. It was not surprising that such a powerful person knew nothing.

Harry nodded and said, "Yes, sir, I am Harry Potter from London, England. Are you the god here?"

"God?" Luo Nan was a little confused. Can't he talk about the god? Which god is so good at it?

"Yes, they told me that you are the master of the dream world, the god here, who can create everything in your dreams."

"them?"

"Well, most of them are not good at speaking English when taking care of my elder brothers and sisters, but they still tried very hard to tell me the story about you. Are you a god of dreams?"

Ronan understood. It seems that these "they" are the people who are dreaming about lucidity these days. So this is how these people arrange their identities?

Looking at the little boy's longing, hope, and watery eyes, Ronan really felt soft-hearted. Although he didn't know what he wanted, Ronan felt that he had to help him.

"I am not a god, but the world also has extremely strong energy here, so maybe I can help you and express your wishes."

"I...I want to see my parents. I have never seen them before. No, maybe I have never remembered them. I really want to see them, even in a dream."

Ronan: “…”

How can I help? Luo Nan does not have the ability to reappear the soul of the deceased.

"System, do you have a way?"

System: "Sorry, the soul information about the dead is a strictly protected document in a world, and I can't do anything about it unless I get permission from the world consciousness."

"Oh, poor kid."

Ronan shook his head and sighed. Harry looked at Ronan's reaction and lowered his little head. He understood that it seemed unlikely. Even the god who manages the dream could not fulfill his wish? Even if he saw it in a dream, wouldn't he be able to meet him?

"This is not a place to talk, kid, let's come here." Ronan put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and then the two returned to the villa together.

"Sit here, your name is Harry, right? Can I know your story?"

Harry sat obediently on the sofa and told his story.

It turned out that Harry was an orphan living in Surrey, London. He lived in his aunt Penny's house since he was a child. He had an annoying cousin Dali. He lived a bad life and was bullied by this family. The family did not make him really hungry, but he just couldn't stand him, so Harry missed his parents in particular.

"So your parents' names are James Porter and Lily Porter?"

"Well," the little boy nodded, adding: "She was said to have been named Lily Evans."

"Your name is Harry Potter, your parents are..." Ronan fell into deep thought. What an amazing coincidence! Is this kind of thing possible in this world?

"System, is this world a mixed world? In other words, is there indeed a Hogwarts magic school in the UK?"

The system replied with great certainty: "Absolutely not, I promise you."

Ronan looked at the little boy, and the little boy also looked at Ronan and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just think it's really a coincidence. Harry, I probably can't let you see your parents."

The little guy was sluggish at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was an unconcealed disappointment in his words, "I understand..."

"I mean even if I can let you see your parents, it's just an illusion of your parents. That's not true, so I can't deceive you like this." Ronan sat next to Harry and comforted gently: "But if you want, I'm willing to exchange a story for your forgiveness."

"No, you don't need my forgiveness. You have never offended me. It's just that my requirements have been harsh in the past, I understand." Harry, who was young, doesn't understand many great principles, but he knows that he has no position to ask Ronan to help him.

"Okay, Harry, I just want you not to be too sad, and you remind me of many things, those are my precious memories, and now I'll tell you it."

"Story? What story?"

"The story of Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter? Isn't that me?"

"Yes, but that's not you either. Want to listen?"

"I want to hear it!"

"Then I'll start talking. It's going to start with No. 4 Liverpool Road, Little Weight King District, Surrey, London, England."

"I know there, I live there!"

"Do you listen to the story?"

"All right."

"This year, the young Harry Potter celebrated his eleventh birthday, but both his aunt Penny and uncle Dursley were not concerned about this, because they only care about their baby son Dali Dursley, even though he is now as fat as a pig.

But today is destined to be an extraordinary day, because on this day, Harry Potter, who has never had any friends, actually received a letter. What's more amazing is that the letter was actually delivered by an owl."

"Wow! Owl, can I have one too? This is amazing!"

"Don't think about it. Now it's illegal to kill protected animals and raise them privately. We can tell stories.

The letter reads Harry Potter, the sender was Hogwarts Magic School, and the sender was the principal of the school, Albus Dumbledore…”

With Ronan's explanation, the little guy gradually immersed himself in the whole story and was addicted to it. Until the morning came, the sky on Ronan's side began to darken.

"Sir, I don't know your name yet."

"You can call me Ronan."

"Can I come back?"

Ronan smiled and affirmed, "Welcome anytime, my door will be opened for Harry Potter at any time."

"Thank you." Harry said thank you and disappeared from Ronan.
To be continued...