After beating the man to a pulp, Wen Wen took a wet wipe to clean his fist and sat on a nearby box.
"Tell , what’s going on here."
Gao Fangzhou covered his nose to stop the blood from flowing further, and recounted his experiences over nearly two years.
After coming to this dream world, Gao Fangzhou discovered that there was not a single normal person here.
Everyone was like his forr self, criticizing society, igniting conflicts, and the city was divided into various factions, all engaged in endless verbal battles.
Besides arguing, these people were also committed to digging up dirt on their opponents, and ’creating’ so dirt on them.
Gao Fangzhou couldn’t block these argunts; he had to participate in every absurd argunt and express his opinion on every issue.
The high intensity of these debates nearly drove Gao Fangzhou to a ntal breakdown, but according to the rules of this dream, he had no way to escape.
In the real world, Gao Fangzhou enjoyed doing this because it could earn him money.
But in this dream world, aside from gaining endless criticism, he got nothing.
"I really don’t want to save you, but I have no choice."
"To get you out of here, all I need to do is make everyone in the city shut up through you."
Gao Fangzhou shook his head: "I don’t know what you intend to do, but you don’t have to, this is my tribulation, I want to solve it myself."
"Wow, you’ve really got it figured out." Wen Wen taunted.
Gao Fangzhou gave a bitter laugh: "You must despise , right? I despise myself too, that’s why I want to stay here a little longer to atone."
"But I’ve already co to terms with myself, what about you..." Gao Fangzhou wanted to be disrespectful to Wen Wen, but recalling the beating he just took, he changed his target at the last mont: "Have they co to terms with themselves?"
"For money, I incite trouble everywhere, exacerbate conflicts, turn sparks into raging fires, and steer social ethos in a negative direction... I admit to all this."
"But why did I do it? Wasn’t it to gain more recognition and earn more money?"
"Did I create the trouble? Did the conflicts arise solely because of ? They were inherently cynical, I was just their gaphone!"
"I am the spit they spat on society; when they’re angry, they feel it’s satisfying to spit, not allowing anyone to clean it up, which is why I could beco popular."
"When they regain their senses, they’re eager to wipe away, pretending they never spat at all."
"My mistake was not recognizing that I am the spit, and thus I deserve to be punished here."
"Have they realized they’re also partly responsible for that spit?"
Gao Fangzhou beca more agitated as he spoke, eventually standing up and shouting at Wen Wen.
Wen Wen remained unfazed and kicked him back down again.
"Why are you hitting again? Am I wrong?" Gao Fangzhou’s emotions finally collapsed, and he shouted at Wen Wen with a tearful voice.
Wen Wen scratched his ear: "Nothing much, it’s just that your attitude was too arrogant."
"Also, I’m not saving you for your sake; if I don’t get you out, I can’t leave here either."
"No, you have a way." A voice suddenly appeared, making Wen Wen squint his eyes.
He looked at the young man standing behind him, turned around, and arrogantly said, "I knew if I continued like this, I’d catch your attention, so I’m not surprised you’re here to find now."
Yan Zu gave Wen Wen a surprised glance: "From the way you speak, it seems you know of my existence."
"Heh, you kidnapped my favored maidservant, how can I not know you," Wen Wen sneered.
Yan Zu was montarily stunned: "Favored maidservant is..."
"A pet plus a maid, after being locked up for so many years, I don’t bla you for your lack of culture," Wen Wen mocked.
Yan Zu didn’t get angry; he wasn’t the type to enjoy getting angry.
"Uh, you two, can you tell what’s going on here..." Gao Fangzhou weakly asked.
"This has nothing to do with you." Yan Zu waved his hand, and Wen Wen felt a suction force grip him, pulling him away from Gao Fangzhou’s dream.
The two appeared in a café, and Yan Zu extended a hand to Wen Wen: "Please sit, now that no one is in the way, let’s talk."
Wen Wen was sowhat surprised by Yan Zu’s display; even though he had the Nightmare constitution, he couldn’t fully comprehend what Yan Zu just did.
"Since you’re here to talk to in person, I won’t beat around the bush. I’m here for two reasons: one is to save my favored maidservant, and the second is to ask you to stop this ongoing unconsciousness-inducing behavior."
After hearing Wen Wen’s conditions, Yan Zu burst into laughter: "Your favored maidservant is probably that fox spirit, right? Such a rare soul is quite scarce, so I took it as a collection."
"As for the second condition...my answer is no way!"
Wen Wen squinted his eyes: "Don’t be so quick to answer, you haven’t heard my terms yet."
"I don’t see what you could offer that would attract , besides yourself." Yan Zu looked at Wen Wen, licking his lips, making Wen Wen feel goosebumps.
"If you could lower the difficulty of the dream, allowing people to autonomously pass the test and return to reality, and control the number and target of sleep-inducing people, avoiding societal panic."
"I think this could have a positive impact on society, and if you can et these requirents, I can negotiate with the Hunter Association to make you a legitimate existence."
"Being able to walk under the sun is always better than hiding within the dream."
This idea was gradually ford by Wen Wen during the process of unraveling the dream.
If Yan Zu could follow Wen Wen’s proposal, it could give a chance for irredeemable people to be reborn, which would actually be beneficial for the entire Federation.
And with this, Wen Wen wouldn’t have to clash with this mysterious Catastrophe Level being, making it a win-win situation.
Yan Zu seed sowhat moved, but then he stifled that heartbeat on his own.
"Firstly, my dream is a gift, allowing them to easily escape from it would desecrate my gift."
"Secondly, I do not need a legitimate status, because the so-called Hunter Association cannot threaten , after all, you’re just so natives."
"However, it’s not that I can’t agree to your two conditions."
Yan Zu’s tone drew out, clearly indicating there was more to say, so Wen Wen didn’t beat around the bush either.
"What would make you agree?"
Yan Zu laughed exaggeratedly: "I want to play two gas with you, if you win, I’ll agree to your conditions."
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