Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

The young man immediately stood up and stepped back, covering his eyes with his hands. Thin strands of red liquid flowed from between his fingers, and his mouth was wide open, with the corners of his mouth slightly cracked.

Then, as if he had just realized something, he grabbed the brooch on his chest with his blood-stained right hand, which was now completely stained red.

The other person raised the brooch, their mouth opening and closing rapidly, and an even more dazzling white halo rippled out from the brooch.

But the white light had only just spread out into a circle the size of a dinner plate when it instantly turned into a dim yellow.

At the same time, his entire body was enveloped in a layer of dark yellow, flame-shaped mist.

The young man's face was covered in blood flowing from his eye sockets; his eyes were a bloody mess, and the contorted expression on his face showed that he was enduring immense pain.

Immediately afterwards, Chris saw two bright white lights suddenly burst into the interrogation screen, as if light from the outside had been pushed open through the two doors of a closed darkroom.

Two blurry figures appeared to the left and right of the young man. As these two appeared, the scene in his memory suddenly became blurry, and colorful light spots continued to distort, forming layers of light curtains that covered the scene in his memory.

A dark yellow ripple suddenly appeared from the center of the light screen, then mingled with the colorful light screens, and the scene ended there.

Chris slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion.

This is the memory of Chris Fisher, the protagonist of the dream, and strictly speaking, it is also part of Chris's dream.

If his previous assumptions were correct, the characters and scenes in his dream should be related to some of his experiences during the day, which is the so-called "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night".

The young man wearing a monocle was probably a projection of Benjamin, whom Chris had met during the day, who also wore a monocle, in his dream.

But why is Benjamin projected as someone with supernatural powers in the dream?

Chris thought about it carefully, and he came up with a possibility.

This is likely related to his previous experience in the basement corridor of Madison Asset Management.

At the time, he suspected that something must have happened to him, but he didn't think about it in detail.

However, in his subconscious, Chris blamed Benjamin for what happened to him in the hallway.

This subconscious doubt was ultimately projected into the dream, becoming that of the young man who also wore a monocle and possessed supernatural abilities.

But why was he interrogated? To be precise, why was Chris Fisher interrogated by that young man with the monocle?

After thinking for a moment, Chris shook his head with a wry smile. It was just a dream, and dreams don't follow logic, so why bother thinking about it?

Compared to these problems, he now faces another, even more thorny issue.

How can he wake up from this incredibly real lucid dream?

The unprecedented experience of lucid dreaming initially gave Chris a great sense of novelty, but as that novelty gradually faded, Chris now had to consider how to wake up.

He had no relevant experience.

He had indeed heard about lucid dreaming in his previous life, and how to wake up from a lucid dream seemed to be a topic worth discussing.

Chris slowly got up and began pacing back and forth on the wooden floor of the living room.

The leather shoes made a soft sound as they stepped lightly on the wooden floor. The faint scent of wood from the solid wood furniture and the lingering smell of paint were keenly detected by Chris's nostrils with each breath.

This dream seems too real?

Chris pondered how to wake himself from his dream while surveying the various pieces of furniture and furnishings in the room.

Suddenly, he noticed an open calendar on the table to the left of the living room.

Chris also has a calendar like this in real life.

The calendar of the Im Empire is very similar to the lunar calendar of the world Chris lived in in his previous life.

Here, there are 12 months in a year, each month has 32 to 33 days, and a total of 386 days in a year, just like the four seasons on Earth.

So, apart from the lack of convenient high-tech gadgets, Chris didn't find life in this world particularly difficult.

Chris picked up the calendar from the table, and his gaze immediately turned serious.

"Im 744?" Chris murmured, looking at the imperial year at the top of the calendar with a puzzled expression.

He clearly remembered that it was now Im 789 outside.

Is there a 45-year difference between them?

Why did a calendar from 45 years ago appear in his dream?

Just as Chris was wondering why the time difference was so great, that unreal, dreamlike feeling returned.

The image of the key quickly took shape in his mind, soon dispelling the feeling.

Chris looked at the calendar in his hand and began to flip through it quickly.

Shortly after, Chris slowly put the calendar down.

The dates, holidays, and religious dates in this calendar are all clearly marked.

Chris didn't think he could depict such a detailed calendar in his dream.

In reality, the last time Chris flipped through that calendar was when he had just transmigrated.

His routine work schedule allowed him to know the date of each day clearly without having to constantly check the calendar.

Logically speaking, dreams don't contain details.

But at this moment, the dream world Chris was in was so realistically detailed it was almost frightening.

"Is this really just a dream?"

For the first time, he had doubts.

Feeling the pull of gravity on his body, each breath carrying the scent of wood and paint, Chris felt the sluggishness of his fingers rubbing against the table and the distinct, slightly cold touch emanating from his fingertips. All of this felt so real to Chris.

What if all of this isn't a dream?

Why is he here?

Crossed again?

"No, that's not right." Chris suddenly realized something, flung open the door, and ran quickly outside the apartment.

He looked up at the sky, and the dark crack was still there.

He then went to Nottingham Street and looked at the pedestrians passing by, and found that they were unaware of the abnormality in the sky.

The warm afternoon sun shone on Chris's face, and for a moment, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

Chris opened his eyes wide, confirming that the person who had just come out of the coffee shop not far away was the young man who had interrogated "himself" in "his" memories.

The other party hasn't gone far, or rather, the other party is lingering in this block, monitoring "himself".

At this moment, he had too many questions on his mind.

And just then, someone appeared before him who might be able to answer these questions.

Chris noticed that the crack in the sky was slowly widening.

Although he now suspects that this might not be a dream, he is certain that this is not reality.

It's not the real world I've lived in for a month.

Although there are certain risks, based on his experiences over the past month since he transmigrated to this world, Chris has a very clear understanding that some things are unavoidable.

Being cautious does not mean being a coward.

Instead of passively waiting for these things to come to you, it's better to actively seek out useful clues in this special dream world.