Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

"**Freedom is the only way for dreams to continue.**"

He drew his sword!

The Star Blade slices through the silver sky, striking straight at the core of the dream!

boom--! ! !

The world lost its color, and time and space froze.

The form of the dream core began to disintegrate, and data streams fell like rain, transforming into countless whispers:

"Warning... Core will is being overwritten..."

"New sequence...initiating..."

“Successor…confirmed…Su Ting…number 000001…”

Su Ting, panting, knelt on one knee, the tip of his sword resting on the ground.

Mengli supported him, her voice trembling slightly: "You... succeeded."

"Not yet." Su Ting looked up at the tunnel entrance.

A dark shadow appeared.

Meng Shang walked out step by step, the crystal in his chest shattered, but a strange smile appeared on his face.

"You think...you've won?" He chuckled softly. "You've only...completed the first stage."

“The Dream Core can change owners.” He slowly opened his arms. “But the 'Observer'... has always been there.”

"The Observer?" Mengli's expression changed drastically.

Su Ting narrowed his eyes: "What exactly are you talking about?"

Meng Shang grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Su Ting, do you really think you're the first one to reach this point?"

"You think you're the first person to get here?" Meng Shang's voice was like a snake crawling out of the ground, cold and slippery, coiling around every word. "You're not a pioneer, you're the thirteenth test subject."

Su Ting coughed up blood, his fingers gripping the hilt of the Star Blade so tightly that his knuckles turned white: "Thirteen? What about the first twelve?"

“Dead.” Meng Shang chuckled, raising his hand and waving it, causing twelve afterimages to appear in the air—twelve people of different appearances, some wearing tattered cloaks, some kneeling in pools of blood, and some tearing open their own heads, screaming as they turned to ashes. “They were all like you, thinking they could ‘seize power,’ thinking they could become the new Dream Core will. But in the end, they all became nourishment.”

"Bullshit!" Su Ting slammed his fist into the ground, shattering the mirror and revealing countless struggling faces in the ripples. "They didn't fail, you wiped out their dreams!"

"So what if it's wiped away?" Meng Shang shrugged. "Dreams are consumables. What do you think the sword you're holding right now is? It's nothing more than the last remnants of the obsessions of the previous twelve people before they died, which were recycled by the system and poured into your 'fitting body'."

"Shut up!" Meng Li shouted angrily, a blue-gold rune condensing in her palm and shooting straight at Meng Shang's brow!

But the runes vanished suddenly three inches away from him, as if swallowed by an invisible mouth.

“You’ve forgotten.” Dream Entropy tilted his head, his smile twisted. “I was once the right hand of the 'Observer.’ I have witnessed all cycles, all endings. Your so-called resistance was nothing more than a ‘stress test’ programmed into the system.”

Su Ting slowly stood up, the broken sword drawing a bloody line in his palm. The blood dripped onto the mirror surface, resonating with the billions of light points and creating golden ripples.

"So...you're saying I'm a test subject?" He chuckled, his voice hoarse yet fervent. "So what? The first twelve died, I'm alive. They were wiped out, I'm still dreaming."

Chapter 1220 Manipulated Pieces

He raised his bloodied face and stared directly at Dream Entropy: "Even if I'm just a piece of faulty code in a program, as long as I still dream of freedom—I'm not a pawn you control!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he plunged the broken sword deep into the scar on his heart!

"I swear by pain—"

"I call myself a dreamer—"

"I do not accept your rules, I do not acknowledge your order, and I will not kneel before your 'observers'!!"

boom--! !

The silver plain trembled violently, and the mirror shattered into millions of fragments, each reflecting a different Su Ting—a child holding a doll and murmuring to himself, a girl roaring to the sky in a sea of ​​fire, a woman walking alone in the void... Countless afterimages of "him" rose from the fragments and all grasped the Star Blade!

Meng Shang's expression finally changed: "Impossible... A person's consciousness shouldn't be carrying so many heterogeneous memories! You will—explode!"

"So what if it explodes?" Su Ting roared, his arms growing larger and larger, the Star Blade growing thousands of feet long, and billions of names appearing on the sword—all of them were the names of Dreamers who had been erased!

"You wanted to test me?!" He laughed wildly, the tip of his sword pointing directly at Dream Entropy. "Then I'll show you—what an 'out-of-control dream' really is!!"

The sword light tore through the heavens and earth, like a cascading Milky Way!

Meng Shang clasped his hands together, and the shattered crystal on his chest suddenly reformed, transforming into a pitch-black mirror. Countless eyes appeared in the mirror, layer upon layer, coldly looking down.

"Observer sequence, activated."

"Clear abnormal data - [Su Ting]".

boom! ! !

The black mirror spewed forth countless chains, which were different from the chains of the dream core—these chains were engraved with "silence" runes, and wherever they passed, the light spots went out, the sound disappeared, and even the pain was erased.

A chain wrapped around Su Ting's arm, and he froze instantly, his pupils dilating.

“The sound… is gone…” he murmured, “Pain… I can’t feel it… It’s a dream…”

“This is ‘silent erasure’,” Dream Entropy said coldly. “It’s not about killing you, it’s about making you ‘never existed.’ Your memories, influences, and traces are all stripped from the causal chain of dreams. You will become an ‘empty’ void, not even qualified to be forgotten.”

Mengli rushed forward, but was struck on the shoulder by another chain, and fell like a kite with a broken string.

“Su Ting…” he struggled to lift his head, “No… don’t let them take your voice away!”

Su Ting knelt on the shattered mirror, his fingers still gripping the sword hilt, but his body had begun to become transparent.

“You guys… are really ruthless…” he chuckled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, “You even plan out the ‘non-existence’ with meticulous detail…”

He slowly raised his head, the last glimmer of light still burning in his gray eyes.

"But you've forgotten one thing..."

"Dreams are never something that 'you' can define."

He suddenly bit his tongue, and blood sprayed onto the sword!

"Did you hear that?!" he roared, his voice tearing a rift in the silence. "All... those who were erased, forgotten, told 'you shouldn't exist'—I dream for you!!"

moment--

The silence collapsed.

A tender little girl's singing voice came from the void:

"A star fell on my bedside table; Mom said it was a seed of a dream..."

Then came a young man's angry roar: "I dreamt that I killed a god! What right do you have to say I'm insane!"

Then came a multitude of voices, layer upon layer, rising and falling—

"I don't want to wake up!"

"I want to rewrite the ending!"

"I dreamt that the person I love came back!"

"I dreamt that the world had no rules!"

Chapter 1221 Data Clearing

"I dreamt—I dreamt—I dreamt—!!!"

These voices converged into a torrent, breaking the chains of silence and crashing into the Black Mirror!

Click——!

The first crack appeared on the black mirror.

Dream Entropy's pupils constricted sharply: "Impossible... These are remnants of data that have already been erased... They shouldn't... they shouldn't still be responding!!"

"Who says an echo can't start a prairie fire?" Su Ting suddenly stood up. Although his body was transparent, the sword became even brighter, and even began to devour the surrounding darkness.

He took a step forward, stepping into the void, as if walking in a realm of nothingness.

The second step is that the cracks in the black mirror spread.

In the third step, he stood before Meng Shang, the tip of his sword pressed against his heart.

“You’re not afraid of me,” he sneered. “What you’re afraid of is—when all the ‘scum’ starts dreaming, your order simply won’t be able to stop them.”

Meng Shang stepped back, his voice trembling: "Who... are you?"

“I am Su Ting.” He said each word slowly and deliberately, “Number 000001, the new Dream Core Will—and concurrently, the **Dream Guardian** of all non-compliant dreams.”

The sword light fell!

The black mirror shattered, and thousands of eyes wailed as they turned to ashes.

Meng Shang staggered backward, the crystal on his chest shattering again. Amidst the surging black mist, he actually laughed.

“You killed me… but the observer… will never die.”

"It's right next to your ear."

Su Ting suddenly turned around—

Mengli lay in the distance, her lips slightly moving, but what came out was the voice of Meng Shang: