"Ouch... my head hurts so much!"
In a haze, Feng Xue gradually woke up from his sleep, pinching his temples as he felt like he had forgotten sothing.
Soon, however, his gaze sharpened as he saw the ghost hand dangling its head in dejection on the coffee table.
"Sh*t!"
Feng Xue’s eyes focused on the back of the ghost hand, and the brief text instantly sent a shiver through him.
It had to be said, the ghost hand thing was reliable. Although he still forgot the mories from the dream after leaving the Dream World, the hint ssage he had left on the ghost hand had remained perfectly intact.
The power of the Translation Devil’s-snare began to take effect, the simple code he had compiled through his linguistic knowledge temporarily being translated into a sentence, which was actually a bug.
Normally, even the Translation Devil’s-snare couldn’t translate a code lacking reference directly, but this code was conceived by Feng Xue himself. In other words, the code was just in his mory, and he had simply forgotten it.
As sothing that had experienced this process, the Translation Devil’s-snare worked like it had a reference, and naturally enabled Feng Xue to understand the information that looked like a bunch of gibberish.
As for why the ghost hand hadn’t wiped it off... because the ghost hand was only omnipotent in "killing the strear." In other words, erasing the code wouldn’t aid in killing Feng Xue (the protagonist would rember it again in his sleep, he just couldn’t recall it in reality, and in reality, the ghost hand couldn’t kill the protagonist), so it wouldn’t even consider erasing the code.
"I thought of three sets of hints, but I didn’t expect the first set to work."
Feng Xue rubbed his face, waking himself up from deep sleep. Now that he had grasped the basic settings of this world, the next steps didn’t need much contemplating—
If the dream was that dangerous, why not just avoid sleeping?!
Yes, Feng Xue’s response was that simple and brutal.
He took out a notebook and quickly wrote down everything he rembered. Although the Dream World had a corruption chanism, dying a couple more tis still wouldn’t reach the threshold for replacent. So, if he just stopped entering the dreams, wouldn’t that an he wouldn’t suffer from erosion anymore?
This would obviously be difficult for normal people, but for Feng Xue, a Kaidan who didn’t need sleep, it was an easy thing to accomplish.
He didn’t even need to consider how to conquer the Dream World... well, mainly because he really didn’t want to face those sanity-dropping things again.
Even though the application of pins truly restrained that thing, just recalling the entire process made Feng Xue feel like he would probably have to fast for several months.
Ugh—
Okay, just by vaguely thinking about it, he couldn’t even rember what that thing looked like, and his body had already begun to retch instinctively.
Forcing himself not to think about those unnecessary matters, Feng Xue drank a couple of gulps of water and started fiddling with the hardware pieces he had bought before.
...Dream World...
"Ah ha~~ Real life is so much more comfortable, seriously, if only there were a technology that could prevent people from dreaming."
The Awakening She Tong mumbled as she walked out of the room, considering the events of yesterday had dropped her sanity points, she had not even gone ho but instead just slept at the branch.
As much as she wanted to sleep a bit longer, the reality was that she was a fool who didn’t appreciate the value of daily life; after getting off work, she directly dove into bed and was sent back to this maddening world.
"Forget it, after waking up, you can’t rember what happened in the dreams anyway, not to ntion that technological developnt in the real world has already been locked." Hearing She Tong’s complaint, She Tong, who had locked two supernatural items in the safety box, put aside the novel in her hands. Her deanor was completely different from the cold one yesterday, casually responding.
"I just can’t even think about it?" She Tong pouted, stretched out her hand to stroke a small gray snake coiled around her wrist, and took a seat, casually asking:
"By the way, has that corruption creature been categorized yet?"
"It’s not that quick, the data just got sent back, and it takes ti to compare, but no matter what, with this scale of corruption appearing in a small city, I’ll probably stay here for the next two months." Zhenci shook his head, about to add sothing, when suddenly he heard a noise, looked up, and saw the detective also walking out of the room. Unlike She Tong, his expression was extrely excited, even bordering on fanatical:
"Did you see that lightning?"
"What lightning?" Zhenci frowned, while She Tong shook her head:
"Isn’t it just a clear sky thunderbolt? What’s so surprising?"
"No, I saw a person flying in the air, struck by lightning!"
"Are you dreaming? Since when can you dream within a dream?" She Tong rolled her eyes, completely baffled, but Zhenci seed to realize sothing was off. He frowned:
"When did you see this lightning? Was it an ability of the corruption creature? How co I didn’t see it?"
"It’s not a dream, it’s real! It happened this afternoon, just before it got dark, a bolt of lightning ca striking down with a crash!"
The detective was gesticulating wildly, and Zhenci gestured him to calm down:
"I was in the provincial capital, did not see any lightning, tell slowly what happened."
"It was a tribulation! Have you read cultivation novels? It was like that, standing in the sky, the thunder striking down with a crash!"
The detective gestured vigorously, as if imitating the lightning strike, She Tong sighed:
"Are you talking about novels or TV shows?"
"It’s neither novels nor TV shows, it’s real! I saw it with my own eyes! He was wearing a Daoist robe, standing on a flying sword. When the thunder roared down, with a wave of his hand, the thunder was shattered by the sword!"
"..."
"..."
She Tong and Zhenci looked at each other, then Zhenci said:
"Wait, you said he was standing on a sword, right? But if he used the sword to strike the lightning, wouldn’t he have fallen?"
"..." The detective paused for a mont, then near-frantically said:
"Sword Immortal! Do you know what a Sword Immortal is? The guy had two swords!"
"Could he be overusing his Obsession Object, and it’s backfiring?" She Tong looked at the detective’s forehand where blue-purple veins were visible, and seriously said to Zhenci, who touched his chin and spoke gravely:
"His Obsession Object could be straining his spirit, but such a complete hallucination is a first. I’ll send a ssage to headquarters to see if there’s..."
"Hey! I’m not going crazy! I’m telling the truth! There really was soone undergoing a tribulation!" The detective pounded on the table, their expressions turned even more serious. Just when the atmosphere had beco extrely tense, the bedroom door in the corner was suddenly kicked open, and Qing Jin, who was usually calm, rushed out, his face excited:
"Did you see today’s lightning? Soone was undergoing a... uh, what’s that look in your eyes?"
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