At the same time, the young Mozo awoke inside his apartment.
Looking at the faint sunlight filtering through the window, Mozo could not help but sigh emotionally.
What a wonderful dream.
No... rather, it had been a magnificent opera.
And he himself had been the male lead!
From a nameless nobody to a supreme existence standing shoulder to shoulder with the gods, within only a few short years he had forced countless factions to reluctantly accept the reality of a new god rising into existence.
And then, at the very moment when nobody expected it...
He gave the divine throne to the girl.
And sacrificed himself.
Those gods, as well as those unknown existences, what kind of expressions would they make after learning what had happened?
It would definitely be quite a spectacle, wouldn't it?!
Hopefully the next dream would reveal their reactions afterward.
Thinking that, Mozo climbed out of bed and prepared to wash up and eat breakfast.
But before fully getting up, as he looked at the golden morning light shining beside his bed, he could not help but think of the golden-haired girl.
The radiance of her hair had not been inferior to the dawn itself.
Within that grand opera, the only regret was probably the girl.
Then the corner of Mozo's mouth twitched slightly.
What am I even thinking about?
It was only a dream.
And besides, even within the dream, didn't I give the divine throne to her in the end?
Well, everyone got a happy ending. A happy ending indeed!
Getting out of bed.
Washing up.
Eating.
Heading to university.
Another dull day in Mozo's life had begun.
Compared to the grandeur and turbulence of the dream world, Mozo's real life was painfully boring and somewhat depressing.
Still, things were much better than before.
The hardest days were already behind him.
Now he was a promising university student attending Krenwell University.
His grades were excellent, he was reasonably likable, and several professors had already recommended him for future employment.
After graduation, he would probably be able to smoothly enter a decent company as a middle-level employee and earn enough weekly wages to move into a better apartment.
And if luck favored him, perhaps he could even enter a securities company and become a chief accountant respected even among high society.
Only after walking through two streets did Mozo finally board a public carriage.
Eventually, he arrived at the gates of his university.
Krenwell University.
It was a nationally renowned university throughout the Empire.
According to rumor, it had been established by the First Empress herself in commemoration of Grand Duke Krenwell's contributions.
Come to think of it, in countless dream operas, Mozo had played the role of Grand Duke Krenwell before as well.
Though naturally, those versions differed quite a bit from the history books.
While lost in thought, Mozo suddenly heard the sound of carriage wheels approaching from behind, accompanied by the crisp ringing of bronze bells.
Unlike public or private carriages, which only rang once, this carriage rang three times.
The signal of nobility.
Upon hearing the sound, Mozo immediately stopped walking and stepped aside while removing his hat in salute toward the approaching carriage.
The other students on the road did the same.
It was not mandatory.
But doing so saved people from a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Because of its strong political influence and outstanding faculty, Krenwell University had a large number of noble students.
In fact, two hundred years ago, the university had been an academy exclusively for nobles.
Although commoners and even poor students were now permitted to enroll, the gap between ordinary people and nobles remained painfully obvious.
Fortunately, because the high-ranking nobles within the university were simply too prestigious, many lesser nobles had voluntarily abandoned private carriages and chosen to walk instead, all to better emphasize the superiority of the higher aristocracy.
As such, things generally were not too troublesome.
But precisely because of that, one absolutely had to pay special attention to the young masters and ladies from truly powerful families who still arrived by carriage.
As he thought this, Mozo watched the noble carriage pass through the university gates.
Then he could not help but think with envy:
Being a noble really is better than being an office worker.
Unfortunately, the path from commoner to nobility was simply too narrow.
So narrow that Mozo gave up on the idea the moment it crossed his mind.
But for some reason, just as Mozo rounded a corner and entered the school gates, he collided head-on with a girl.
There was no cliché moment of soft warmth and romantic tension.
Only flying pages scattering everywhere and a girl crying out in pain after falling to the ground.
Because he was male, Mozo himself was not knocked over.
Still, he hurriedly crouched down and asked whether the girl was alright.
Then, after seeing her face clearly, the corner of Mozo's mouth twitched.
The Tulip of the Flower Court.
Audrey Hepburn.
One of the famous beauties of the Flower Court among Krenwell University's three major academies.
Like him, she was also from a commoner background.
But unlike him, much like the Audrey Hepburn from his previous life, this Audrey was absurdly beautiful.
As a result, she had countless admirers.
Normally, Mozo always avoided interacting with troublesome figures like her.
Because it was very easy to earn the hatred of hormone-driven idiots.
And yet today, they had collided in precisely this way.
At the crowded university gates, no less.
And people nearby had already begun whispering among themselves.
Those kinds of people loved stirring up drama the most.
Mozo knew that if he did not do something quickly, rumors would inevitably start spreading, things like how this encounter had supposedly been carefully planned by him.
Suddenly, Mozo's eyes lit up.
Among the scattered pages on the ground, he noticed one sheet containing something very interesting.
At the same time, several nearby students also noticed it and revealed puzzled expressions.
There were several words written in Elvish.
This world had no elves.
Nor magic.
Nor gods.
But due to superstition and similar influences, all kinds of mysterious and occult elements still filled society.
People had even invented countless varieties of fake "Elvish" languages for reasons nobody really understood.
Outside the university, such mystical nonsense would not attract much attention.
But inside a university devoted to truth and rationality, discussing occult studies was practically social suicide.
Who would have thought that the Tulip of the Flower Court liked this kind of thing too?
After briefly thinking it over, Mozo picked up the sheet and said with exaggerated excitement:
"Oh my, I never expected Miss Audrey to enjoy mysticism as well!"
"To be honest, I'm very interested in these things too. For example, the Sun King mentioned here. Did you know that among the elves, His name supposedly has another pronunciation?"
As he spoke, Mozo pretended to think for a moment before saying a long, complicated, and strangely pleasant-sounding unknown word.
But midway through speaking, Mozo's expression suddenly changed.
First disbelief.
Then panic.
Finally, embarrassment.
He quickly bowed toward Audrey and said:
"My apologies, Miss Audrey! I didn't realize this was actually my paper. I'm terribly sorry!"
Then he hurriedly grabbed the paper and ran away in panic.
Seeing this, the surrounding crowd froze briefly before bursting into laughter.
Clearly, nobody would think this had been some carefully orchestrated encounter anymore.
Instead, they simply viewed it as a foolish commoner mistakenly believing he had found a fellow occult enthusiast.
Only Audrey Hepburn herself knew the truth.
That paper had originally belonged to her.
To her, his ridiculous performance had actually been a form of protection.
And after recalling the awkward term Mozo had spoken earlier, Audrey's brows furrowed even deeper.
But soon afterward, Audrey shook her head.
Then she quickly gathered the scattered pages and left the university grounds directly.
After turning through several corners and crossing multiple streets, she changed clothes three separate times at three different hiding locations.
Finally, wearing a mask and dressed in knightly attire, Miss Audrey arrived before an abandoned sewer entrance.