Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

Chris stared at the surging black cracks in the sky. Having regained his senses from his dream, he was not at a loss because of the strange changes in the sky.

This was just a dream.

Chris kept telling himself that.

This was the first time he had ever experienced being in a dream while still in a dream after waking up.

However, even though it was clearly his own dream, the few fragmented memories that appeared in the dream made it seem as if he wasn't the protagonist.

It was a man named Chris Fisher.

This person has a lot in common with me.

They were both named Chris, both had a mentally unstable mother who died young and a father whose whereabouts were unknown, both grew up in an orphanage, and both worked as apprentices in a leatherworker's shop.

Chris had heard of theories in his past life, such as dreams being a reflection of reality and the idea that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

Therefore, she accepted very quickly that the protagonist in her dreams was not entirely herself.

Aside from the differences between himself and the protagonist in his dream, even the current state of Nottingham Street is quite different from what Chris sees in reality.

This street, while not spotless, is at least not visibly dirty at first glance.

In reality, on Nottingham Street, the garbage bins are only collected by a municipal-commissioned cleaning company every two or three days, who also does a simple cleaning of the streets.

Most of the time, the sanitation on both sides of the street is done by the residents themselves, who voluntarily clean the area in front of their own doors.

In reality, less than a third of the shops on both sides of Nottingham Street are open for business.

So most of the time, two-thirds of the street is left unswept.

Chris really loves how clean Nottingham Street is now.

But then he thought that if Nottingham Street in reality were like this, he probably wouldn't be able to afford an apartment there.

Indeed, dreams always begin beautifully.

Chris pulled his wandering gaze back to the door of apartment building 037. After thinking for a moment, he took out his key, opened the door, and went inside.

According to Chris Fisher's memory, Chris knows that he is currently living in room 101. He doesn't know why he lives on the first floor instead of on a higher floor. The fragments of his memory are just some scattered pieces, not a complete collection of information.

This is quite normal; it's his dream, and there's not much logic in dreams.

There wasn't much hesitation.

Chris took out his key and opened room 101.

He glanced at the room and saw that the layout was basically the same as the room he had stayed in, number 102, except that the furniture and decorations looked much newer.

Chris sat down on the leather sofa in the living room and began to carefully examine the extra fragments of memory that had appeared in his mind.

These fragments of memory are like folders; Chris has to actively recall them in his mind to read the information more clearly.

This kind of thing is not unfamiliar to Chris either.

When he transmigrated to this world a month ago, he read through the information contained in the fragments of the original owner's memories one by one in the same way.

These memories, which are not from the "I" in one's consciousness, have not been completely integrated with one's own memories as depicted in some novels and TV dramas.

He has always been himself, only he inherited part of the save data from the previous player on this account. The name is just a code.

As Chris continued to examine the information contained in those fragments of memory, his gaze grew increasingly solemn.

He gleaned something from these fragments of memory that made him somewhat uncomfortable.

He saw, from a third-person perspective, "himself" being interrogated in a windowless room.

There was no sound in the video, and the video was also incomplete.

He could only see himself for the time being, and through the expression and demeanor on his face, Chris deduced that the "self" being interrogated was in a very strange state.

Chris could only see that the person interrogating him was wearing a black suit with a unique brooch on his chest. The person's upper body was blended into the black background in his memory and could not be seen clearly.

Without sound, Chris couldn't know the content of the interrogation or deduce why "he" was being interrogated.

Although it was just a dream, Chris was still very curious about why "himself" was being interrogated in the dream.

In particular, why did he appear so dazed and confused during the interrogation, as if he had been given some kind of illicit drug?

If Chris were to experience this dream in first person, he thinks it would be perfectly acceptable to categorize it as a nightmare.

Because of his experiences over the past month since transmigrating, for Chris, nightmares represent awakening, and after awakening, he has to face the unbearable, severe headaches.

Some painful and unpleasant memories surfaced uncontrollably, and Chris quickly interrupted the association.

After reading this memory fragment, Chris didn't stop; he continued reading the next fragment.

Although he couldn't know the detailed information contained in these memory fragments without careful examination, he could still tell which of these memory fragments were connected.

Therefore, he can find the next memory about the interrogation with relatively high accuracy.

This time, he appeared from a third-person perspective again and clearly saw the face of the person interrogating him.

The other person was wearing a monocle over their right eye. Chris looked at them and suddenly felt that they looked somewhat familiar.

He immediately recalled information from another fragment of memory: he had just seen this young man with a monocle in the alley outside the apartment.

Before Chris could think any further, he saw some bizarre images appear in this memory.

The perspective in this memory is fixed; Chris can only see the young man interrogating him from a third-person perspective, located above and behind "himself."

The young man interrogating him suddenly became extremely tense for some reason.

I don't know why the other person pressed their thumb directly onto the brooch on their chest.

As soon as the young man pressed his thumb on the brooch, some hazy lines, mainly grayish-white with some colorful flowing light, appeared around his body. These lines intersected to form a peculiar three-dimensional frame.

After the three-dimensional frame appeared, the young man's expression softened considerably.

But the next moment, the other party seemed to see an extremely terrifying scene. The frame of gray-white light around him instantly dimmed and then turned into specks of light and disappeared.

In Chris's eyes, he saw that the gray-white, flowing frame seemed to be tinged with some dark yellow mist before it dissipated.