'Is this an illusion?
No, this is not an illusion. '
Even though Gu Jun's mental power was being drained, he did not feel like he was in an illusion. Instead, it was a clear, strange, and unfamiliar feeling.
He was currently in a theater, not a modern theater, but an old dome-shaped theater. There was a shadowy light, a narrow walkway, a small stage with a curtain, and ten rows of seats in front of the stage. Each row had ten wooden chairs, and there were a total of one hundred seats.
'My perspective? ' Gu Jun immediately realized that his perspective could be adjusted at will. He could look in any direction and any position he wanted.
This also meant that he did not exist here as a person or something.
This kind of omniscient perspective was like … he was the theater itself.
With this in mind, Gu Jun moved his mind to pull the curtain back. The curtain was pulled back instantly.
The stage was empty. Other than the dust that had accumulated on the surface, there was nothing.
'If I am the theater … 'Gu Jun thought with confusion.'Who is the audience? Who is the performer? '
There was a wooden door behind the tenth row. It was closed. With another thought, he opened the door effortlessly.
Suddenly, he saw a figure walking in from the outside. The figure was blurry, and when he wanted to see it clearly, he felt his mental energy being consumed even faster. However, the figure was still blurry, and he could not even tell the gender of the figure.
The figure walked to the first row and sat down in the middle, facing the stage.
'This sweet dream belongs to this person? 'Gu Jun thought.' Sitting alone in an empty theater and looking at an empty stage? '
The person sat quietly, but the space around them started to fluctuate and become unstable …
'No. ' Gu Jun leaned toward one of the messy thoughts in his mind. The play on the stage was the sweet dream. The audience was summoned by the dream, and the play was controlled by him, the theater.
Perhaps only when the play on the stage started and the sweet dream was presented to the audience, then the audience would truly enter the dream and not become blurry.
This sweet dream play should be stored here. There was no need to search anymore. All he needed to do was start …
"Ah." Gu Jun activated the stage, but he clearly felt that his mental power could not operate the stage at all.
After a while, his brain seemed to tighten, and the figure and everything else became even more hazy.
He had no choice but to abruptly stop. In front of him was the wooden barrel wall again. He felt really helpless. "My mental state is too poor."
Which dimension did that happen in? In his mind?
Gu Jun closed his eyes and looked at his Knowledge Sea again. There were still five sweet dream bubbles, but the leftmost one had become much thinner. It looked like it would burst at any moment.
"These sweet dreams aren't one-time consumables. They should have a certain amount of durability and will be consumed every time they're used. Would it be able to recover and grow stronger? It must have been a failed dream that caused the durability to drop. If it succeeds, will it drop? "
There were many new problems, but he couldn't open this sweet dream for the time being. It was the same for the other four sweet dreams. It was just a waste of energy.
"I still need to recover my spiritual power first," he thought. "Only when my control over the theater is high enough can I really use it."
But this was back to the problem of the erosion rate.
But he had no other choice now. He could only continue to train his spiritual power and move his eyeballs to complete the difficult mission to digest the erosion.
"It doesn't have to be 800 days. If it drops by 1%, it might be enough to use the sweet dream. Patience, I need patience the most right now. "
Mentally exhausted, Gu Jun rested for a while. He closed his eyes and listened to the commotion outside.
The rumbling of the wheels was endless. There was also the ringing of bells, the neighing of horses, and all sorts of wheels. Soon, the hustle and bustle became louder. He felt like the caravan had entered a city. He could hear the commotion on the streets.
He could understand a lot of words. It was obvious that the speaker wanted everyone to understand.
A drunkard was arguing with the owner of the hotel.
"F * ck off! I've been in Dylath-Leen for so many years. Do you think I'll owe you money?!"
"F * ck off! Don't mess around in my hotel. You bastard!"
There were sounds of pushing and shoving, and there were the shouts of other customers. The caravan maintained its speed and passed by.
Gu Jun listened carefully. 'Dylath-Leen' seemed to be the name of this place.
"So there's a city in the dream world. This world isn't a collection of dreams. It can only be reached through dreams. This world seems to have its own inhabitants and civilization … Is that Barcé from here? He's not from Earth. "
"The language in the Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan was brought over by the Chinese? I'm probably not the first person from Earth. "
Before Gu Jun could think further, the caravan stopped. It seemed like they had reached their destination.
The lid of the wooden barrel was still tightly shut. He was first moved out of the caravan and then into an unknown place. After half a day, when the lid was removed, he was dragged out by a few middle-aged men and women in black robes. He found himself in a storeroom and saw more about his body.
He finally understood why he didn't have to eat, drink or defecate for so many days. His lower limbs were connected to a purplish-black vine-like plant below his knees. He could see some of the vines crawling into his skin and connecting to his blood vessels …
"Is that a plant or an animal?" Gu Jun shivered. This completely defied his biological knowledge but this was the dream world.
'Is this the Zoogs' method? ' The system showed his body's condition??? 'Is that the reason?
The vines are providing me with nutrition, but does that have anything to do with my abnormal paralysis? '
The men in black robes did not destroy any of the vines on him. After pulling him out of the wooden barrel, they placed him into a delicate mud basin. The vines quickly took root. His upper body was exposed and his back was propped up against a wooden frame inside the basin. He was then changed into a strange but clean robe.
"Hello, can we talk?" Even though Gu Jun kept signaling them with his eyes, the black merchants ignored him like he was nothing more than a decoration.
Then they brought over two strangely shaped iron hooks. They were eyelid openers and eye fixators. They forcibly attached them to his eyes.
"Hey, hey!" Gu Jun struggled to move his eyeballs, but it only brought him more pain. The metal hook was still attached. Suddenly, he could not even move his eyeballs, and he could not close his eyelids. He could only stare forward with his eyes wide open.
Anger burned in his heart. 'These people …'
They put the basin on a wooden wheelchair, covered him with a black cloth, and wheeled him out.
Gradually, Gu Jun heard an excited voice say, "Dear audience, next up is the new 'Nightmare Wonder'. Please welcome, the Nightmare Man!"
The wooden wheelchair stopped. With a whoosh, the black cloth before his eyes was pulled away. Instantly, he saw the theater's auditorium. The rows of seats could hold more than a thousand people. Currently, about fifty percent of the seats were occupied by several hundred audience members.
They wore all kinds of strange clothes and appearances. They looked at him curiously, suspiciously and with interest.
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