Please ask the dream.

Chapter 791: I’m talking about being a teenager

A pair of eyes slowly opened, and everything in sight seemed a little strange.

"who I am?"

With the return of consciousness, the first question arises.

Yan Qichang, a very unfamiliar name, not because of memory loss, but because no one has called this name for hundreds of years.

As the grogginess from long sleep gradually faded away, I felt surprise, astonishment, anger, and panic...

Various emotions surfaced on his face, but in the end, they turned into deep helplessness.

"I am now... "

"Bang! Why are you pretending to be so profound? Do you know how hard it is for me to stay in this crappy place? Get up now!"

Seeing the familiar face, Yan Qichang's expression became strange.

"Old man, are you dead too?"

"Get lost! I wouldn't even die... um, well, you are indeed dead." The peeper pinched his brows helplessly, not knowing what went wrong. This resurrected guy seemed to be missing a thing?
But if you think about it carefully, this guy has always been a little bit stupid. If it weren't for Qingyun and his group of parasites, he would probably remain stubborn forever.

then……

"What? All the top leaders of Qingyun are dead?"

"What? My ideal country has become the new land of Qingyun?"

"What? A little guy in Qingyun became the God of Creation?"

"What? I'm not a human now?"

Listening to the peeper describing what happened after his "death", the third generation of Qingyun named Yan Qichang was shocked. After a long while, he suddenly slapped his face and said:

"Zhao! If I had known that I could just clear out all those bugs, there wouldn't be so much trouble. I would have done it a long time ago!"

"What are you thinking about! If you could do it, would you be contaminated by nightmares? Your murderous intent is the nightmare, and the nightmare is the murderous intent. You think it's simple now because people are dead (pun), so you naturally don't care!" The peeper suddenly felt that talking to this guy was more troublesome than talking to Feng Xue, but there was no way, because the architect, the top combat power of this broken system, had problems with his brain?

"Ugh!"

"Well, so I'm really dead? Now it's a nightmare?" Yan Qichang looked at the peeper who seemed to be livening up the atmosphere, but he frowned and brought the subject back.

The peeper nodded, then shook his head and said:

"Strictly speaking, you should be considered a creature in the Dream Realm that relies on self-awareness to maintain its existence. After all, the filters that people use to perceive you are too thick. If you really let them get involved, I'm afraid you will really become something strange like the 'God of Blue Clouds'."

"Oh, so that means, if I create an ideal country again, I can become a human again?"

Yan Qichang didn't care about this, but the peeper shook his head and said:
"We can't just tear down Shadow City now. Besides, there is a different process from fake to real. Didn't I tell you just now? It's the rules that the young man named Feng Xue rewrote."

"Oh oh, so what should I do?"

"..." The peeper realized that all his previous explanations were in vain, and sighed:
"There should be an icon in the upper left corner of your sight. Use your mind to open it, and then follow the steps to enter the simulator. However, the simulator for the creatures in the Dream Realm is different from that for the real creatures. Ours is a materialized simulation of the process from the Questioner to the Creator in the past, while the Dream Residents seem to be a simulation similar to 'living as a resident of the real world'. It is said that if you complete the highest difficulty from the lowest difficulty, you can become a real existence in the real world." "Oh! Then when the time comes, run the human simulation again, and then you can go to the outer world to play that creation game, right?"

Yan Qichang nodded excitedly, and the peeper felt a little depressed for a moment. Is this the point?
"Forget it. Anyway, the time I can stay in the dream world is almost up. I'll deal with the rest when you come to the real world! Right now, Qingyun has a lot of work to do. Don't be lazy. Hurry up and come over to help!"

After saying that, the peeper disappeared with a swish. Seeing this, Yan Qichang laughed and said to himself:

"It sounds like these are just minor problems that are not a big deal. I've been busy for 200 years. Can't I relax for a while?"

But then he shook his head again:
"The Dreamland still looks the same. Anyway, let's take a look at the new things this young man has created!"

Thinking of this, he was too lazy to move around, so he just found a place to sit down, clicked the icon consciously, and a pop-up window popped up -

[It is detected that this is your first simulation. Do you want to start the tutorial? ]

【What the hell? 】

Yan Qichang's first reaction was to refuse, but he immediately regretted it. However, this crappy thing was controlled by the mind. When he regretted it, the tutorial was gone. All that was left was a questionnaire.

"Date of birth? In the year 241 of the new calendar?"

"Country of origin? Is that even a question, Qingyun?"

"Family background? You have to ask so much details? I come from an ordinary working-class family..."

"Why do I have to fill in my gender? What a mess!"

Yan Qichang finally finished filling out the long and boring questionnaire, and a line of text appeared:

[Simulation started, importing, please don't resist...]

"Resist? What do you mean by resist... Shit!"

Yan Qichang shuddered suddenly with a dizzy feeling as if he was thrown into a flush toilet. He found himself lying in a crib, and a line of words appeared in his mind:

[1-1, you were born in an ordinary working-class family. When you were born, more than ten years had passed since the Third World War. The first generation of Qingyun Creator had just passed away. Although the second generation of Creator was committed to solving the chronic disease, Qingyun still started the Creator Training Program.]

"They can train a Jill!" As Yan Qichang read the text, his experiences in his youth immediately came back to his mind.

There had indeed been a vigorous Creator training program back then, but every Creator was an irreplaceable miracle. Relying on concentrated training, they would be nothing more than a group of dreamers with little combat experience. They could barely be stronger than the new generation like Hongying, but that was limited. If they really fought, they might not be able to defeat the war architects who had been baptized by war.

Although he understood the hint here, which was probably to show enough "talent" to attract official attention and enter the Creator Training Program, Yan Qichang didn't have that intention. Although it was a simulation, he had to experience the feeling of returning to his youth!
Well, babies don’t really have much to experience.

but……

"I am the Creator!"

With the rhythm of G·I particles, the illusory coat wrapped up the less than two-year-old baby. The experienced Yan Qichang left an imaginary clone on the bed. Then, wearing an exoskeleton armor that looked like an adult, he dove out of the window in a flash...

(End of this chapter)