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

Is becoming a demon in Chapter 4 really that satisfying?

cold.

It's so cold!

His exhaled breath turned into white mist, and the cold air seeped in from his limbs, spreading to every corner of his body, making him feel a real chill.

When he came to his senses, he found himself still wearing a blue and white hospital gown, but he was no longer in a hospital, but in a natural cave.

Before him stood Sun Huowang, dressed in a red Taoist robe, looking at him excitedly. "I knew you were different! Who are you? Why can you see the same illusions as me? Which one is real?"

"I...I don't know..."

"I can't tell the difference either, I really can't tell the difference!"

Grabbing his hair tightly, Sun Huowang pulled with all his might, tearing strands of hair and scalp off, causing Lu Ziqi to involuntarily take a step back.

This guy is crazy!

A moment later, Sun Huowang, his face covered in blood, stopped.

He was panting heavily, and glared at Lu Ziqi, saying, "I overheard someone asking you to test drugs when I was locked up. You absolutely mustn't take it! That stuff isn't tranquilizer, and I don't know what it is! If you're scared, close your eyes, then suddenly open them wide, understand?"

Lu Ziqi wanted to ask something more, but someone suddenly shouted Sun Huowang's name.

Hearing someone calling him, Sun Huowang muttered something under his breath, then ran towards the depths of the cave with a murderous look on his face.

Just as Lu Ziqi was about to follow them in, he saw a huge, white, drowned-looking man slowly emerge from the darkness at the bottomless depths of the cave.

The other person had a conspicuous scar on their stomach, and the wound had not been treated; it was still dripping green pus.

White fat clung to his body like melted wax, and his disproportionate features seemed to have been automatically generated in a dream. This sense of incongruity further amplified the other person's inhumanity, making Lu Ziqi feel no trace of humanity.

He had dreamt of many horror stories, but he had never experienced a kind of terror that unfolded layer by layer like a thin mist.

Just as he was in a daze, the fat man had already taken a pill, leaned over, put the pill to his mouth and said with a smile, "Junior brother, it's time to take your medicine."

Upon closer inspection, Lu Ziqi realized that this was not medicine at all, but rather a centipede curled up together, still wriggling.

He wanted to fight back, but in his dream he had no cultivation, and could only watch helplessly as the other party approached him, the fat hand holding the centipede pressing towards him.

At the critical moment, he suddenly closed his eyes and then quickly opened them again.

The fat man in front of him had disappeared, replaced by a plump nurse who was now looking at him with displeasure.

The warmth returned, and the sunlight outside the window was bright and beautiful, completely different from the cave I had just been in.

The plump nurse shoved the pills into Lu Ziqi's hand and said with displeasure, "Taking medicine is such a hassle. Hurry up and take it. Go to sleep after you take it, you hear me?"

The pills are small and white; they don't move or sprout legs in your hand, and they look perfectly normal.

It's mostly starch with a small amount of medicine; it can help you fall asleep quickly after taking it.

But it could also transform into a centipede, giving birth to 108,000 eggs in its belly, which would then take over every inch of muscle, blood vessels, and lymph nodes before finally bursting out of its body.

Clutching the small pill in his hand, Lu Ziqi was completely bewildered.

On one side is a hospital, and on the other side is a karst cave.

On one side was a fat nurse, and on the other side was a fat man.

Which side is true?
He couldn't tell the difference.

"Lu Ziqi, Lu Ziqi!"

Someone was shaking his shoulders violently, waking him from his dream.

Looking blankly to one side, he saw his deskmate shaking him.

"You're engrossed in playing something during early morning class. The teacher's here!"

"Oh."

Turning his head, Lu Ziqi saw that his teacher was already standing in front of him, looking at him coldly.

The usually terrifying old teacher now seemed insignificant, while the fat man from the dream felt as if he were still beside me, and I could still smell the ever-present stench of death emanating from him. This is reality; I just entered a dream.

The more Lu Ziqi thought about it, the more confused he became. The lingering effects of the dream made him blur the lines between reality and dream, plunging him into a deep state of bewilderment.

At the Third Cultivation High School, Chen Yu, who had just finished class, took out his phone and began to check the data of his dream.

Actually, there's no need to check; the effects of my own training are already showing, so let him know that it's working well.

Just now, he could hear a series of sounds ringing in his ears, and he had to turn them off to quiet down.

[A cultivator suffered excessive fright while traveling, gaining 30 points of negative emotion.]

[A cultivator was frozen in a dream, gaining 15 points of negative emotion.]

[A certain cultivator is confused and has gained 99 points of negative emotion.]

……

Opening the skill interface that only he could see, Chen Yu saw that his skill had an additional characteristic, which appeared to the right of his skill name like a progress bar.

"3970/10000 (Magic)"

3970 should be the emotional points I've accumulated, and they're still slowly increasing.

10000 might be the upper limit, or it could be the amount for one settlement. As for what happens after it reaches that limit, we'll have to see later.

The demon says that all it is currently experiencing are negative emotions.

Nodding, Chen Yu began to browse his phone, checking information about "The Dreamer".

He had just logged into the Dream Maker backend when he received a message:
【Dear Mr. Chenguang, your beginner dream weaver.】

[We noticed that you just posted a new dreamscape this morning, "The Mysterious Immortal's Dream." After two hours of testing, we sent it to one hundred players, with eighty-seven choosing to enter, and over eighty playing for more than fifteen minutes. Seventy-six of them gave very positive feedback after finishing.]

"Is it really that bad? Is it because the people here have never eaten well before, or is everyone just very hospitable?"

[This achievement is outstanding among novice dream architects, and we are quite surprised by it. While offering it for free is one reason for its popularity, your personal ability is beyond question. To encourage the work of such excellent dream architects as you, we will be conducting a targeted promotion of your work.]

[Left by the Tianyuan City Monk Management Committee]

After reading this news, Chen Yu once again felt grateful that he was born in the right place.

Different cities have different management policies, but Tianyuan City is particularly lenient towards newcomers.

The same principle applies to the previous Awakening Liquid, and the same applies to the current free promotion.

Capable people are respected everywhere, and Tianyuan is undoubtedly the most prominent example. They are actively cultivating every cultivator, hoping they will quickly become skilled and then serve Tianyuan.

After thanking the committee, Chen Yu began browsing the players' comments, reading each one carefully.

[I had a wonderful dream, and I'm still too scared to get out of bed.]

[Author, do you have a trick for distinguishing between dreams and reality? I can't tell the difference between reality and dreams anymore.]

[Playing this game is not recommended, especially not before bed or after waking up. Unless you want to be scared to death, it's not recommended.]

This is the first time I've ever had such a terrifying dream.

This is incredible! This is truly incredible! The author's future is incredible!

Looking through them one by one, Chen Yu noticed that the number of comments was increasing, with a large influx of players leaving more comments.

As more players joined, more negative emotions flooded into his cultivation, causing his progress bar to rise continuously, which made Chen Yu involuntarily smile.

After more than ten minutes, the progress bar finally filled up!
His body trembled slightly, and the number after the progress bar changed from "10000" to "20000". The emotions he had accumulated before completely disappeared and turned into a new value, "Mana", which appeared on the panel.

Upon seeing the 10,000 points of mana available, Chen Yu's pupils dilated sharply.

That's impressive!

Is becoming a demon really that satisfying?

(End of this chapter)