"ah--"
Familiar screams echoed throughout the dream.
That's the sound of garbage disposal.
Aodong screamed like his soul was being crushed. Zheng Yu even couldn't bear it. Of course, this emotion was only a little bit.
The main reason for not being able to bear it was not Odong's crushed soul, but the more than one hundred consecutive scenes of him being tortured and killed by him.
To be honest, Odong has been able to experience more than a hundred deaths, and he can still face himself calmly every time he starts over, and can even act out the emotions he felt when he saw him for the first time.
Zheng Yu admired it.
Let’s not talk about whether Odong is strong or not. His mentality and mental stability are indeed unique.
It's no wonder that Odon, as a "prisoner", can understand part of the dream and create the subconscious of Corey and Harold.
However, it was precisely because of this small achievement that he misled Odong into thinking that he could create a world of his own here.
After Odong's screams gradually dissipated.
Zheng Yu discovered that the sun in the Gobi sky had risen again.
According to the normal time, it should be evening, when the temperature drops.
But because of Zheng Yu's "somewhat cold" thought.
It actually turned back time.
"..."
It was just a thought from Zheng Yu.
The temperature rose to just the right temperature, the sun hung over the edge of the world, the surrounding dust and sand dissipated, and green grass sprouts grew in the originally endless Gobi desert in just a few minutes.
It becomes a lush grassland.
Not only was Zheng Yu surprised by this change, but the female ghost in red who was used to seeing big scenes also widened her eyes.
The breeze blows.
Zheng Yu took a deep breath for the first time in a long time.
Since entering the Road of Exile, he has not dared to breathe heavily. The wind and sand are strong, the temperature is high, and it is not comfortable at all.
The female ghost in red asked: "Do you control this dream?"
Zheng Yu shook his head.
"There is no prompt, no signal, and no feeling, but I did have the thought just now...if this was a grassland..."
"Who would have thought...that it would actually come true."
Wow——
While Zheng Yu was talking.
The Dream Lord sculpture made the sound of rippling water.
The original weird and irregular image has now turned into a huge shovel, shining with golden light, making Zheng Yu's eyes full of absurdity.
"What's this?"
The female ghost in red looked at the changed sculpture and didn't quite understand why the originally weird sculpture turned into a... shovel?
Zheng Yu: "..."
Zheng Yu didn’t want to explain.
Because the system prompt has popped up.
[The former owner of Dreamland has been removed. 】
[Foreign objects that affect the normal operation of the dream have been removed. 】
[A new owner has been bound! 】
[You have successfully activated the core of the dream, and you become the new master of the dream. 】
[The dream environment has been changed according to your thoughts and wishes...]
As Zheng Yu expected, now... the dreamland is his.
He even took away the dreamer.
The strange sculpture representing the dreamer turned into...a golden shovel.
"Good low."
Looking at the big, golden, rustic spatula that exuded nobility, Zheng Yu immediately had an idea and replaced the golden spatula with his own image.
The sculpture of myself that is hundreds of meters high is really shocking to look at.
As the core of the dream, as the landmark of this dreamland, there must naturally be an element representing sovereignty, and this element must be oneself.
After the female ghost in red saw the golden shovel sculpture and transformed into Zheng Yu, she suddenly realized: "So, that shovel is your talent?"
The female ghost in red is not stupid either.
She has followed Zheng Yu for so long, so she naturally knows that professionals have different levels of talent, and Zheng Yu's talent is the talent that can enhance the strength of the summoned beasts around him.
But until now, no one knows the details of Zheng Yu's talent except Zheng Yu himself.
In dreams, one pays attention to an ideology.
Corey, who is shaped by the subconscious mind, and the sculpture of the dream master who appears in the subconscious mind, are not actively shaped.
That big, rustic spatula is probably the subconscious that is buried deepest in Zheng Yu's heart and is what he considers to be the most important.
There is a high probability that it is Zheng Yu's ability.
"But...why a spatula?"
"When you upgrade your summoned beasts, do you fire them?"
The female ghost in red asked Zheng Yu with great interest.
It's not that she is very curious, it's just that she likes to see Zheng Yu's expression of not wanting to answer and being a little embarrassed. She has seen this kid's arrogant expression too many times, and seeing this expression now makes it even more fun.
Fortunately, this embarrassment did not last long.
After successfully activating the dream and becoming the new owner of the dream.
A system notification heralding the end of the entire Path of Exile Abyss finally appeared.
[You have perfectly cleared the "Path of Exile" special abyss and received the rewards "Perfect Clearance Gift Pack (Special Abyss Path of Exile)" and "National Gift Pack (National Edition)". 】
[You separately obtain the "Guild Gift Pack (Level 1)" and "National Customized Gold Card ({Please click here for usage details})". 】
【Get 2.5 million experience points! 】
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[You have cleared Path of Exile (Special Abyss) and received a "clearance gift pack"]
【Get 2.5 million experience points! 】
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[Congratulations on completing the Path of Exile (Special Abyss) achievement badge - Lord of Dreams]
[Lord of Dreams (Achievement Badge)]: Inherited the dream of the Dream Lord (who has died) and became the new Lord of Dreams.
[Achievement attributes]: Immune to all psychedelic control skills, immune to all sleep control skills.
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Zhongzhou.
Qingbei Professional Research Institute.
This school, with a name that somewhat resembles a vocational college, was a college that high school students struggled to get into before the temple came.
Now it has become a place where high-level guilds, high-level professionals, and high-level researchers gather.
In the conference room on the third floor.
The atmosphere is a bit subtle.
No one dared to speak loudly, but everyone's eyes could not contain their excitement.
Because they are about to meet the Kyushu God of War, the number one professional in the world, and the first legendary figure to lead a team through the eight-stage abyss - Nan Muyun!
"Sorry, I'm late."
A man with a loud voice walked into the conference room.
With a cheerful smile and a strong body, he was wearing a somewhat worn windbreaker and a purple-black scabbard on his waist.
The man's smile was contagious, not as oppressive as they imagined, nor as serious and deep as they expected.
On the contrary, he is more like the neighbor’s uncle who likes to laugh.
But when their eyes focused on Nan Muyun's right arm, everyone was stunned. It was actually empty.
"Mu Yun, where is your right arm?"
An old man with gray hair asked directly.
There were all young researchers present, and no one dared to ask. Only Guo Jingmin, the dean of the Qingbei Research Institute, asked without any scruples.
Nan Muyun smiled and said, "It's okay. I made a deal. I lost my right arm, but gained my strength."
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