After the human race was sealed by the gods, they were relegated to the lowest-leveled lifeform. Like the other Intelligent Races, they could only eke out a miserable living for themselves.

The gods continued to reign from up on high, enjoying the worship and adulation that their worshippers gave them.

Meanwhile, the pitiful Dream God returned to his carefree existence. As he traveled between various dream realms, he continued to absorb consciousness power.

He spent most of his time living in this leisurely manner until, one day, one of his fruits matured.

Each fruit was a Dream Spirit, and each Dream Spirit was like his child. These Dream Spirits also acted like the Dream God’s arms and legs. They could relay information from the outside world back to him and help him unleash divine power — an ability that was unique to him. Even so, their power was only so-so.

Until one day, one particular Dream Spirit altered its temperament.

Dream Spirits were calm and mischievous by nature. They were mischievous...