Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

It seems that someone else woke Sam up, making him realize that he was in a dream, which triggered some mechanism that directly expelled him from the dream.

"Well, now that you mention it, Sam is actually luckier than us! We're still stuck here!" Ciro shrugged.

"What should we do next? How do we get out of this dream?" Black Lincoln asked.

Before anyone could answer, the dream began to change again.

The sun quickly turned blood red, then sank behind the western mountains, and a gray mist spread out. In the blink of an eye, the three people around them disappeared.

The four people were separated and entered the second layer of the dream.

While observing the changes in the dream world around him, trying to find the flaws and patterns, Zhao Hao was also paying attention to the dream world's time calculation within the small barrier in his hand.

"It really is the second layer of the dream, and the proportion of it to real time has increased many times over..."

Just as Zhao Hao was able to set up multiple dream layers to "extend time," time also became even longer in this second dream layer.

Moreover, it seemed as if some sound was coming from the gray fog.

The shadowy monsters surged through the gray fog, and there were many of them.

Nightmares are countless nightmares!

"Strange, how can there be so many nightmares, and they're all so powerful!"

Nightmares are a strange entity, neither a living being nor a spirit, but a twisted spiritual form born from dreams. They are monsters shaped by the negative emotions, distorted feelings, and so on of sentient beings.

They feed on the emotions and spiritual power of sentient beings and can grow stronger in dreams.

Zhao Hao, on the other hand, relied on a mutated technique of the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Pill Skill: Dream Slaying Magic, to kill nightmares and increase his spiritual energy.

Even after developing the dream game, they began a massive hunt, trapping, and luring of nightmares, not bothering to kill them one by one, but instead treating them as monster NPCs in the dream game, letting players kill them for them.

At one point, the player growth rate was so fast that there weren't enough monsters to kill, so they had to issue more daily errand quests to appease the players.

I never imagined there were so many nightmares here!

There are way too many of these, and many of them are 4-star or 5-star Black Iron.

This kind of Nightmare, whose strength is already considered a big boss in the Great Dream, has become a large number of squad leaders here.

With his teammates away, there was no need to hide anything anymore. Zhao Hao waved his hand, and a golden arm over ten meters long swept across, instantly killing more than a dozen or twenty Nightmares. The remaining Nightmares were so frightened that they turned and ran away!

However, nightmares are very "simple" things; they are governed by the emotions and mental forces that constitute them.

If it is anger or jealousy, they will recklessly disrupt the dreamer's dream and harm their mental strength.

If it is fear, they will be keen to walk around and harvest fear, and will constantly frighten and terrify the dreamer.

If it's about lust... cough, there aren't many of those. Zhao Hao hasn't seen many either; he's reluctant to let the players kill them, so he keeps them for experiments. Sometimes they're also given as rewards for high-level player quests, and they're quite valuable in the game's auction house.

So soon, those bizarre and grotesque creatures—twisted and strange giant insects, monsters made up of several kinds of animals, irregularly shaped black shadows, fat and oily mountains of flesh… all sorts of nightmares returned, eyeing Zhao Hao and Moya Yunxue menacingly.

Zhao Hao casually released his paper divine soldiers: the Four Heavenly Kings, and also released a batch of Black Iron 3-star paper shikigami to provide support. He constructed a transmutation circle under his feet—absorbing the spiritual energy scattered after the nightmare died while using this spiritual energy to repair the paper shikigami. Then he left it alone and began to ponder the meaning of this dream.

The first dream was a carefree world, free from worries and anxieties. There was plenty to eat and drink, and everyone was happy every day.

Wait a minute, this life isn't so interesting either. There aren't even any novels to read!

but……

"Caw~" A nightmare resembling a strange bird, over ten meters long, swooped down from the sky, breaking through the defenses of the Four Heavenly Kings.

Zhao Hao, interrupted from his thoughts, didn't even look up. He stretched out his finger and drew a circle. "Bang!" The strange bird crashed into the barrier and was smashed into a pile of minced meat.

...But what exactly is the purpose of such a world for those who enter the dream? Zhao Hao was completely baffled.

At this moment, the other three teammates also fell into a nightmare.

The battle, the endless battle!

In Black Lincoln's dream, an endless array of mechanical bodies, vehicles, and war machines surged forth.

He transformed into a tall, black, muscular giant, smashing and destroying everything in his path amidst gunfire and smoke.

However, he himself was also filled with fear. His years of experience in the Annam War had left him mentally devastated. He had an instinctive aversion and fear of war.

The dream seemed to sense the dreamer's memories and began to slowly change.

The surrounding environment transformed into a primeval forest, and the nightmares changed their strategy, transforming into humanoid figures whose features were indistinct, each with a mysterious and sinister style.

Behind every tree, beneath every leaf, and in every clump of grass lurks a disgusting monster that sends chills down your spine and sends shivers down your spine. They will stop at nothing to ambush, set traps, and carry out assassinations.

Lincoln seemed to have returned there, back to the jungle that had swallowed up countless comrades.

He muttered to himself, uttering the very phrase that had been taboo and kept secret in the army, yet which had become widely known: "It's alive, this jungle is alive..."

The jungle seemed to be spreading, covering everything, engulfing the slender Lincoln like a tidal wave.

In Xiluo's dream, there were countless women. Yes, women!

However, they were all women holding sharp weapons, gritting their teeth, with ferocious faces and bloodshot eyes.

They launched a city-wide manhunt for Xiluo. They wielded sharp knives, kitchen knives, scissors, iron bars, whips wrapped in thorns… all sorts of weapons, determined to kill him!

Xiluo dared not resist, nor did he dare to use force.

He ran and fled, as if he had lost his psychic powers, as if he had forgotten that he was a superhuman, and had become an ordinary person again.

He was panting heavily and drenched in sweat, almost driven to despair by countless women!

Suddenly, a small door opened behind him. "Come in quickly!" the woman inside called out.

For some reason, Xiluo believed it and went straight inside.

That woman was very beautiful, in a gentle, non-aggressive way that made people feel an irresistible urge to cherish and be close to her.

Xiluo relaxed, and his mind became more at ease.

"Quick, quick, hide under my skirt! They're about to come in!"

Xiluo's heart skipped a beat, and he readily complied, bending down and slipping under the skirt held up by whalebone. He seemed to have forgotten the tension and danger, a lewd smile spreading across his face.

He had just crawled inside when he heard a banging on the door. Then the door broke open, and a bunch of people came in, making a lot of noise.

"Where is he! Where is that damned person?"

"Call him out here!"

"Yes, kill him!"

"Cut him into eight pieces!"

"Drag him to feed the dogs!"

Xiluo's breathing became rapid and he could hardly breathe. He strained his ears to listen to the sounds outside.

The reality at this moment was that a Nightmare at the peak of the Black Iron 5-star level was wrapping its tentacles around Xiro, tightly binding and imprisoning him, and then tightening them again and again... Meanwhile, countless weaker Nightmares nearby were absorbing the spiritual energy and mental power emanating from Xiro, completely absorbed.

In Prada's nightmares, there are countless snake people, lizard people, toad people, and even more demonic creatures. She and her tribe struggle to survive under the siege of these monster-led tribes.

She was trapped in a more primal, family-inherited nightmare.

These monsters roamed South America hundreds or thousands of years ago, domesticating humans as livestock.

Of all the places on the planet, only South America is really bad, even worse than Africa.

Humans are the masters of the world, but in South America, it has become the domain of extraordinary races, specifically the snake people and lizard people.

They dominated the primitive human dynasties, waging bloody wars and sacrifices. It wasn't until the psychic energy subsided a few hundred years ago that they were finally defeated and disappeared.

Now, the alien races that these ancestors once fought against have reappeared.

However, Prada is, after all, the Voodoo Queen. Not only is she incredibly powerful and backed by a deity, but she also possesses a remarkably intelligent mind.

She quickly realized something was wrong, mainly because her venerated father, Pena, was silent.

That's how she discovered the flaw.

In my dream, I was unaware that I was a guest, and I forgot about time.

It's unclear how much time passed, but Zhao Hao's psionic energy increased by about one-tenth. That's roughly equivalent to tens of thousands of players working for him in the surface world for four or five months!

The Nightmare Slayer must have killed tens of thousands of them, and their strength and vitality have increased significantly. Who knows how so many Nightmares were imprisoned here?

The nightmare is finally over!

When the gray fog dissipated on Zhao Hao's side and the rainforest on Prada's side withered, the two returned to the first layer of the dream world filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

At this point, Shiro and Blacklink were no longer by his side.

“What about the other two?” Prada asked.

"I didn't see it; I must have woken up from the dream."

At this moment, Ciro and Blacklink did indeed awaken. They appeared in the valley of the underworld where they had first been taken.

Sam, who woke up earlier, was touching and examining his surroundings.

"Aww~ Hiss~" As soon as Xiluo opened his eyes, he kept slapping his body, as if his body was covered with insects.

Black Lincoln punched the ground, creating a crater seven or eight meters in diameter!

If Shiro and Sam hadn't been far away, they would have been caught in the crossfire. Clearly, they used all their strength.

Then, the black Lincoln, his head covered in sweat and sweat streaming down his bald head, looked around in shock.

Both of them were extremely weak at this moment. Xiluo looked as if he had been staying up all night for a month, and he was so weak that his dark circles were so deep they could hold fish.

The black Lincoln was so exhausted that he could barely stand, as if he had worked hard for three days without food.

Both of them were almost out of psychic and mental energy.

"Uh, what happened to you guys? Are you alright?" Sam asked.

"No, nothing! Nothing!" (Ciro + Black Lincoln)

……

“It seems like a selection ritual; those who don’t pass will wake up from their dreams.” Prada checked the voodoo dolls of the other three; they were all still alive.

"I just don't know when this selection process will end, or how many more rounds it will have to be held?" Zhao Hao asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dream changed again...

In this dream, it felt as if the two had gone through centuries, transforming from extraordinary beings into incredibly powerful ones, and then into gods, beginning to shape the ideal world in their hearts.

After an unknown amount of time, Prada awoke to find herself in a valley. She had no idea what had happened; she had forgotten the details of her dream.