Reborn in Tokyo During the Bubble Era

Realizing he could float in the sky, it was obvious he was dreaming. Soon, a kaleidoscope of lights and shadows enveloped him, like a wormhole in a science fiction film, and Tao Zhiming had no idea what awaited him at the end of this dream.

Then, he saw a familiar planet below.

Why was he dreaming of outer space?

But in the next instant, Tao Zhiming began to fall, the endless descent in his dream all too familiar.

He quickly recognized the outline of this island nation as he plummeted downward.

In a daze, he noticed he couldn't see his own body—vaguely, it looked like a ball of light.

In any case, it was utterly absurd.

Why would he dream that he, an old guy, descended from the sky and appeared above Tokyo?

For no reason at all, a strange ripple stirred in Tao Zhiming's heart.

Would a provocative scene unfold next? After all, it was Tokyo.

But then, everything went black, and he felt the suffocating, paralyzed sensation of sleep paralysis.

He could barely breathe, and his whole body refused to move.

This feeling was unbearable.

He was experienced enough to know that, in such situations, he had to try to move his body—only then could he escape the nightmare.

It was as if all his senses were swallowed by darkness. In the haze, he heard a faint voice: "I'm back."

Very soon after, a wave of weightlessness swept over him, and his body suddenly felt much lighter, soft and limp.

He even sensed a pair of hands gently caressing him, over and over.

Tao Zhi