Strange game designer.

Chapter 826 ***
"Here they come."

Gao Ming couldn't explain what was coming, he only knew that they were approaching, and the moment he had this thought, the artificial blood sun hanging above Xinhu went out, the will of the entire blood city was obscured, and the rules belonging to Xinhu were completely suppressed.

From all directions, every corner of his field of vision exuded an aura of extreme danger. Gao Ming could not pinpoint the exact location of the danger source, his five senses were in disarray, and it seemed as if there was no place in the world where he could feel at ease.

The arrival of several Blood City Lords in their true forms is completely different from the last time the Blood City of Vast Ocean was re-established; the two sides are no longer separated by an infinite distance.

Only by facing it face-to-face can one truly experience that kind of terror.

"Don't let your mind wander. These thoughts will creep into your mind, and every unsettling idea could become a clone of the Blood City Lord," Number Two warned in a low voice. After he said this, Gao Ming was even more uneasy.

Beyond the realm of ghosts and monsters, the Blood City Lord's attacks can no longer be defended against solely through physical strength and mental agility. Their abilities are all intertwined with rules, and violating any rule will lead to utter destruction.

The black mist drifted silently as Gao Ming gripped the seed of delirium tightly with his fingers, worried that he might make a mistake and not even have a chance to act.

"There's nothing unusual within the realm of flesh and blood demons, and the scattered blood threads haven't touched any ghosts or monsters. Where are those Blood City lords hiding?"

They came, but could not be seen or sensed, leaving only silence for Gao Ming.

The fingerprints on his palms seemed to fall off like sand, time was stripped away, and Gao Ming felt his heart beating slower and slower. He tried to open his eyes. The god of the past in his left eye looked down at the earth, and the god of the future in his right eye looked up at the night sky. The rules of the Blood City of Vast Sea were unleashed with all their might, but even so, they could not tear open the sea of ​​fog.

However, all of Gao Ming's actions on the surface were merely to conceal his true methods. The threads of fate wrapped around his ten fingers quietly dissipated, and he touched something in the sea of ​​mist.

Unable to express it in words, Gao Ming only knew that the fate of ordinary people was like threads thinner than a hair, while there were seven blood-red, broken rivers of fate.

Rushing and crashing, they cannot completely escape the shackles of fate, yet they transcend life and death.

"found it!"

The foundation of the deep world, the most terrifying monsters bred in this land of despair, have gathered together, and they have only one goal.

At the same moment Gao Ming discovered the arrival of the Blood City Lords, all the blood threads emanating from the Flesh and Blood Demon God broke, and the Flesh and Blood Domain collapsed, lasting for less than three seconds.

Blood also churned within the passage to reality, with eight crimson rivers of fate surging toward Gao Ming's location.

"The unknown hidden within Immortal Pharmaceuticals..."

"Be careful, they definitely know about delirium, they're probably thinking..."

He could hear nothing, he couldn't hear anything at all. After confirming that eight unknown levels of power had arrived, Gao Ming did not hesitate for a moment and crushed the seed of delirium.

All five shrines from the dream shattered, and the divine and dream patterns branded on the flesh immortal's body melted rapidly. This ability was indeed the dream's last resort. Regardless of success or failure, both sides had to gamble everything they had.

Souls, memories, and strength are all sacrifices. All dreams in the world are summoned and altered. The seed of delirium takes root and sprouts in Gao Ming's palm. He devours it first, and that invisible power twists the deeper world. Souls that step into the Xinhu area are attacked indiscriminately, and even the dream's true form in the depths of the Blood Sea withers.

This ability of dreams is not a simple change in cognition; it consumes all the resources at its core, summons the madness and freakness hidden in the corners of the world, and gathers all the absurdity of this world to destroy all its rules.

Before using this ability, Gao Ming had no idea what kind of effect it would have. Meng's true form probably didn't know either, since Meng had never used it before.

"The fiercest state is when the demon is completely dominated by its obsession, the strongest state is when the dream demon discards all external constraints, and I guess I am now..."

In Gao Ming's eyes, the world is changing rapidly. Everyone within the range of delirium's influence will lose their memories, cognition, strength, and rules, and go insane on an equal footing.

The only difference is that Gao Ming, as someone who uses delirium, understands two things better than they do: there are two ways to escape delirium, either be the last person to remain conscious, or be the last person to survive when everyone else has gone mad.

But when there's no distinction between being insane and being lucid, nobody knows which approach will work.

After all, in a completely insane world, the sane are the real madmen.

Gao Ming's vision froze at the last moment. He saw eight beings of unknown level approaching, their crimson rivers of destiny intertwining with his own.

"Welcome to join me in my final dream."

……

My mother is neither a woman nor a man. She equally despises every kind of person and is equally despised by every kind of person. In her self-perception, she is a dried-up poisonous mushroom; eating her will reveal countless ghosts missing limbs. She would always run out into the rain on rainy days, stretching her arms and feeling her internal organs gradually filling up, her wounds slowly healing.

My father is a severe alcoholic. He doesn't like drinking, he just likes getting drunk. He spends most of his life lying in his bedroom without even turning on the light. Sometimes I wonder if there's really someone living in that room.

As for me, according to the identity given to me by the outside world, I should be considered a spore soaked in alcohol, but I don't think so.

I feel like I should be alone, and yes, I am alone.

My maternal grandfather was also a person, but he said he had seven heads. He was the most knowledgeable person in my family and knew everything.

I never met my maternal grandmother. I heard that she was arrested when I was very young, and my family said she was crazy and was sent to a mental hospital.

Finally, there's my youngest uncle. After Grandma was taken away, he rarely spoke, not because he was introverted or quiet, but because his body was inhabited by my second and eldest uncles. They were the ones who sent Grandma to the mental hospital together, but later they regretted it and wanted her back. They even visited her at the mental hospital a few times. Every time Grandma is mentioned, the three uncles would have a fierce argument, smashing things, and sometimes even threatening to jump off buildings. Grandpa's seven heads would be worried about them.

That concludes my family's introduction. In Shanghai, there are many small families like ours, all living ordinary, everyday lives.

Oh, I forgot to mention, my father's surname is Gao, so my surname is also Gao. You can call me Dr. Gao.

(End of this chapter)