Demeter studied Hanyu Genichi for a long time.
Her amber eyes gleamed with scrutiny, as though she intended to see through every part of him.
Only after a long silence did she finally speak.
“How do you intend to use [Dreamwalking]?”
Demeter gave him the suspicious look one might reserve for a hopeless pervert.
“You aren’t planning to use it solely for having sex in your dreams, are you?
If that’s truly all you can imagine doing with it, I’ll lose all respect for you!”
Genichi rolled his eyes.
“Come on.
Do you honestly think sex is the only thing I know?
I’ve already thought of countless ways to use this spell.”
He folded his arms and adopted an air of profound wisdom.
“On the surface, it only allows me to weave dreams and enter other people’s dreams.
In practice, however, it’s incredibly useful!”
“I won’t deny that dream weaving can be used for sex.
[Slaanesh] is right there, so refusing to use it would be a waste.”
Genichi admitted it openly without the slightest attempt to hide his intentions.
“However, dream weaving has a far greater purpose.
I can use it to simulate battles and gain combat experience.”
Demeter had been about to nod, but his next statement left her puzzled.
“Simulating battles in dreams?”
“The idea works in theory, but would a monster created inside a dream behave like a real one?”
“Even if you’re killed in a dream, you won’t truly die.
Training without the threat of death would be far less effective.
Have you considered that?”
“That certainly is a problem.”
Genichi nodded, accepting her criticism.
“However, I believe the key lies in how realistic I can make the dream.”
“If I can perfectly reproduce pain, fear, and the rush of adrenaline, my brain will remember and process those experiences as though they truly happened.”
A sharp gleam passed through his eyes.
“Ultimately, the brain controls the body’s reactions.
It can’t distinguish between genuine danger and a virtual threat realistic enough to deceive it.”
“If I create realistic battles inside my dreams, my body will react as though I’ve truly experienced them.
My reflexes, combat instincts, and ability to make decisions under pressure will all improve.”
Demeter’s gaze gradually became more serious as she listened.
Although the goddess had never personally entered the Dungeon, she had lived for countless years and witnessed the growth of innumerable adventurers.
She understood precisely how important combat experience was to an adventurer.
Many Level 1 adventurers possessed respectable ability values but lacked practical experience.
As a result, Goblins could send them fleeing in terror on the Dungeon’s first floor.
Genichi’s method could provide exactly what novice adventurers lacked most: real combat experience.
“You truly have a point.”
Demeter slowly nodded.
“If you can simulate battles realistically enough, you could accumulate tremendous combat experience without entering the Dungeon.”
“Then, when you finally enter for real, your combat instincts and reaction speed will far surpass those of other adventurers at your level.”
“Exactly!”
Genichi raised his eyebrows proudly.
“And that’s only one possible use.
I have an even better idea!”
“Oh?”
Demeter’s interest grew, and she moved closer to him.
“Let’s hear it.”
“Besides simulating battles, dream weaving can also be used for tactical simulations and strategic planning.”
Genichi explained his idea with growing enthusiasm.
“For example, suppose I want to clear a particular Dungeon floor but know nothing about its monster distribution or terrain.”
“I could construct a simulated Dungeon environment inside my dream, then repeatedly test different routes and strategies until I discover the best solution.”
“By the time I entered the real Dungeon, I would already be familiar with every turn and every corner where a monster might appear.”
“It would be like running through the floor countless times in advance, making the real expedition far easier.”
Demeter’s eyes were now shining.
“You could even simulate unexpected emergencies—an injured companion, a monster going berserk, or a collapsing passage.”
“If you practiced responding to every possible crisis inside the dream, you wouldn’t panic when one actually happened.”
“As expected of a goddess!
You understood immediately!”
Genichi raised his thumb and praised her sincerely.
“That’s exactly what I mean.
It would greatly improve my chances of survival while saving an enormous amount of time.”
“Exploring terrain and testing strategies in reality could take days or even weeks for every attempt.”
“Inside a dream, however, I can control the flow of time.
In a single night, I could accumulate experience that would require months in reality.”
Demeter studied Genichi deeply.
Something new appeared in her eyes—recognition and even a trace of admiration.
The young man possessed pitiful physical abilities and a skill like [Slaanesh] that left her at a loss for words, yet his thinking was remarkably clear and efficient.
He hadn’t become reckless merely because he possessed the cheating combination of [Dreamwalking] and [Slaanesh].
Instead, Genichi calmly considered how he could maximize the value of both abilities.
Such reason and restraint were rare among the young children of the Lower World.
“What about entering other people’s dreams?”
Demeter continued questioning him.
“You said it could be used to uncover secrets and gather intelligence.
What specific plans do you have for that?”
“That’s where things become even more interesting.”
Genichi chuckled cunningly.
“Orario is filled with adventurers and Familias.
Who can honestly claim they have no secrets?”
“Everyone has dark corners in their heart that they refuse to show others.
If I enter their dreams, I may see their honest thoughts, deepest fears, and most carefully hidden schemes.”
“I could enter the dream of a Familia executive and discover their latest plans.”
“I could enter an adventurer’s dream to learn about unusual information they discovered in a particular part of the Dungeon.”
“I might even enter a god’s dream and uncover their true intentions.”
“All of that is intelligence, and intelligence is often more valuable than raw strength in this world.”
“A powerful adventurer without information could die in an insignificant trap.
Someone who possesses information but lacks strength can avoid danger and discover the safest path toward growth.”
After hearing his explanation, Demeter remained silent for a long time.
The room became so quiet that only leaves rustling outside the window and the faint commotion from a distant street could be heard.
Eventually, Demeter spoke, her voice carrying complicated emotions.
“You may be far more talented than I imagined.”
The teasing and amusement disappeared from her gaze, replaced by solemn respect.
“I admit that I underestimated you.
I believed you had merely been fortunate enough to awaken a powerful spell.”
“In reality, your understanding of that magic and the ways you’ve found to use it have already surpassed my initial judgment as a goddess.”
“Your physical abilities may be the worst in all of Orario.
There’s no question about that.”
Demeter smiled faintly.
“However, when it comes to knowledge and intelligence, you may very well be one of the greatest in Orario.”
Coming from a goddess, the weight of such praise spoke for itself.