I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 19 This is exactly what I wanted!
Although it only lasted a few minutes, it may take Teacher Zhao several weeks to recover from those few minutes.

He had completely forgotten his original plan to play for a while. Now, if he didn't kill those four treacherous senior brothers and sisters, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight!
At this moment, he wasn't Teacher Zhao, but the protagonist of a dream. The two figures overlapped, igniting a boiling killing intent within him, making him wish he could slaughter all those guys immediately.

Anger wells up within, and the urge to kill arises spontaneously.

The main storyline of the dream has been fully introduced. Every villain has no chance to be redeemed. Their actions of killing players who are dissatisfied with the players obtaining the position of sect leader are despicable beyond measure and must be dealt with severely!

Although the plot was simple, the superb performance still stirred up Teacher Zhao's anger, and he then launched a crazy pursuit of the four people, making them realize that their biggest mistake was leaving them alive.

Killing him once wasn't enough; he repeatedly started from the spot where his master had been killed and continued killing.

After killing all four of them hundreds of times using various methods, Teacher Zhao finally got his revenge.

So cool!

Seeing the corpse on the ground, Teacher Zhao felt refreshed and more at ease than ever before.

Suddenly, he remembered that Chen Yu was still waiting outside, so he immediately left the dream and said apologetically to Chen Yu beside him, "Sorry, did you keep me waiting? I only meant to test it out, but I got carried away without realizing it. How long did I play?"

Chen Yu checked the time: "Six hours. Could you check with the Dean of Students first? He hasn't moved an inch in the last six hours."

"Don't worry, I won't die. I actually played for six hours?"

"Yeah, he kept yelling things like 'I'll kill you, you bastard,' 'You're so arrogant, keep being arrogant,' 'Men and women are equal now,' 'You're so old, you should be able to take a few more punches before you die,' and things like that."

Teacher Zhao was immediately embarrassed.

After composing himself, he said earnestly, "Chen Yu, well done. It's been a long time since I've had a dream that made me forget about time."

"So, Teacher Zhao, what's your opinion on dreams?"

After thinking it over carefully, Teacher Zhao nodded and said, "Very good, better than I imagined. You've basically reached the level of a level two or even a level one dream weaver. Among the dream weavers in Tianyuan, you could probably rank in the top three."

"That's not that impressive."

Teacher Zhao chuckled: "Although Tianyuan doesn't have many outstanding talents, it does have a few top-notch ones. I know one in the Tianyuan Cultivator Committee; I can introduce you sometime. By the way, the difficulty level still needs to be adjusted."

"Too difficult?"

"That's too easy. This isn't an evaluation from a teacher's perspective, it's my objective assessment. The last four beasts need to be a bit tougher, so it'll be more satisfying to beat them up! And I suggest we could desecrate their corpses, otherwise it just feels like something's missing!"

Chen Yu nodded: "Okay, I understand. We can increase the difficulty, but whipping the corpse isn't a good idea."

"It's up to you. You created this dream, so you get to decide. I'm just offering suggestions. Remember to send me a copy after you've made the adjustments; I need it."

"Ok."

After leaving with the dream, Chen Yu did not immediately make changes upon returning. Instead, he opened his cultivation interface and saw that his negative emotions had increased by one hundred points.

[Someone saw their master die tragically in a dream, providing 70 points of negative emotion.]

[Someone provides ten points of negative emotion because of their senior's arrogance.]

[Someone has accumulated 20 points of negative emotion due to the betrayal of their senior classmates.]

Although the sources are limited, the quantity is guaranteed.

This is probably because Teacher Zhao's Dao heart is firm, and he doesn't easily break through the defenses, but when he does, it's a major breach.

This also led Chen Yu to discover that targeting a single point for attack could generate positive negative emotions, which was a potential direction for development.

Although it was only 100 points, Teacher Zhao's performance proved that there was nothing wrong with the plot.

And if others aren't interested in the storyline, the game's difficulty can make them cry.

Furthermore, according to Chen Yu's observations, the emotional value of a person over a period of time is related to their level of spiritual attainment; the higher the level, the more emotions are generated, and positive and negative values ​​are not interchangeable. Therefore, it is still necessary to pursue quantity as much as possible in order to obtain more emotions.

Nodding in satisfaction, Chen Yu began adjusting the difficulty of the dream.

The enemies will become more cunning, there will be more henchmen in the scene, and the righteous multi-player attacks will appear more frequently. Players may be killed on the spot before they even have time to react.

Health management will be much stricter, and a slight mistake can lead to total defeat. The senior brother is even more outrageously strong, and there will be a second phase after death, which will definitely give players plenty of surprises.

However, after finishing the project, Chen Yu encountered a problem: how to promote it.

The game is of good quality and is free, so leaving it idle can generate a lot of negative emotions, but it's still a bit slow.

After all, the positive sentiment surrounding "Dream Man" is still rising, and I must monetize it as soon as possible, otherwise I'll be forced to go back to cultivation.

Fortunately, Teacher Zhao didn't keep Chen Yu waiting too long.

Having just returned to his post, he brought good news to Class 6 of Grade 11:

From now on, his physical education classes will allow students to play on their phones and dream.

However, you can only choose the latest dream, "Body Cultivation," and you must play it for a certain amount of time each day, otherwise you will have to "voluntarily" accept its extra lessons.

Upon hearing this news, Ma Daqiang was the first to stand up and applaud, saying, "Teacher Zhao, you've finally shown some understanding! I've wanted to say for a long time that you've been making us do useless things!"

"Even if you're useless, you're more useless than me!" Teacher Zhao said bluntly. "Hurry up and choose: are you dreaming, or are you going to do extra practice!"

"You have to dream!"

After sitting down, Ma Daqiang happily took out his phone, ready to start dreaming, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Chen Yu changing into his training clothes, preparing to go out for extra practice.

Putting down his phone in confusion, Ma Daqiang asked, "Brother Chen, why aren't you dreaming? Don't you usually hate basic training the most?"

“People change.” Chen Yu looked at Ma Daqiang with sympathy. “Besides, listen to my advice, coming out and training with me is the right thing to do.”

"No way! I dream of being able to openly use my phone in Teacher Zhao's class!"

"Then don't regret it."

Ma Daqiang waved his hand and said generously, "Don't worry, who am I, Ma Daqiang? One fart from me can sink three craters! Would I regret it?"

"...It's spit, isn't it? Since you've made your choice, then good luck."

As Chen Yu stepped out of the classroom, having just finished his warm-up exercises on the playground, he heard deafening shouts and curses erupting from Class 6 of the second year of high school:
"Senior Brother, I'll fuck your whole family!"

"Senior sister, I even admired your thighs, you deserve to die!"

"Third senior brother, I never expected you to be so chubby and fair-skinned, yet so wicked!"

"Second Brother, I'm definitely going to rip your arm off and use it as firewood!"

The cursing stopped, but started again a few minutes later:
"Teacher Zhao, let me out, I don't want to play anymore!"

"I can't even kill the weak monsters, and they just toy with me as soon as I step outside. Am I really that bad?!"

“Master, I will avenge your grudge in the next life. I will forgive you in this life.”

"Am I fighting monsters? The monsters are attacking me! They're attacking me!"

Bathed in this heavenly sound, Chen Yu couldn't help but open his arms, quietly absorbing these negative emotions.

This is exactly what I want!

(End of this chapter)