Kemon opened his eyes and looked at the deep, blackened waters, silent.

The suspension of the game will not affect the order of Lalaye, and the seafood of level 999 is still engaged in brainless hand-to-hand combat.

That's not the point, though.

The point is that he perceives a lot of unknown dreams, which are in unseen places, dreaming the same thing.

At first, it was a desolate personal world, but after it was connected, it was not a dream of one person, but a dream of everyone.

"There are too many."

Kemon lamented that the skill of dream propagation was exaggerated.

He couldn't count them, and he didn't know how many people were dreaming.

Too many dreamers are also a nuisance.

Kemon wanted to stop the nightmare, but after looking around, there was no such option in the skill.

Dreams cannot be interrupted, they have already begun to spread, and they will continue to spread, unless people interrupt the means of language transmission and take measures of secrecy, such as blocking the news, centralized isolation of dreamers, etc.

If you can delete specific memories, it's also a good way to keep them secret.

Kemon thought about it, maybe deleting certain memories was one of the cures for nightmares.

Since he can't get rid of the nightmare at the moment, he can only build the dream well, make the dream seem normal, and make everyone happy.

He first synesthesiated a dream that was more closely related, that is, the dream of a white milk girl.

A person's dreams are connected to countless dreams, and through this portal, Kemon sees a wider dream world.

In that dream, he saw countless people living in a city built by a large whale.

Forests, meadows, lodging buildings, etc., are full of people.

Originally, Kemon was designed on the scale of a small city, so the whale city could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

Now, according to the trend of not seeing a day, it may exceed several million in the next few days.

It's horrible.

Kemon didn't know when Orange Star discovered the means of transmission of nightmares, so let's build the dream first.

Now there are countless new people, who contribute a lot of spiritual power, which can be used by him to transform the dream world.

By the way, this dream world is a joint dream world composed of dreamers together, and the spiritual power used is also provided by them.

Kemeng didn't plan to use the spiritual power of the evil god as the foundation construction materials, so the current dream realm was quite normal.

An idea arises, and Kemon invades the United Dream World.

The players were trapped in the body of the big whale, unable to see the fog floating above the sea, and naturally did not feel fear.

They just suddenly felt that the atmosphere of the whale world had become a little oppressive, and there was an indescribable stuffiness in their chests.

"What's going on, it feels a little wrong."

"I don't know."

Players whisper in the world of Whales, communicating sudden changes.

And the white milk girl has also gone from being scared in the early days to being a little relieved now.

She's not the only one here, and she's surrounded by a group of players who are also from Orange Star.

People are social animals, and as the number of people of the same kind increases, the sense of security has skyrocketed, and everyone has gone from being afraid in the early days to being less afraid.

But then there is the problem of water supply, and now only the wells on the farmland side of the city can pump seawater.

Now players don't spend much time in it, and every time they wake up after dreaming, it's just a few hours, and they don't die of thirst.

Combatant players gather around the well, eyeing each other, but don't do anything because there's a lot of interest involved.

At present, the Orange Star official has sent someone to intervene in the dream realm and take over the control of the well, and whoever makes trouble will be in the small black house.

……

Over the big whale.

Kemon sees a new man in the water join the joint dream, and because he can't swim, he is drowned alive.

Big whales are not fast, and it takes time to swallow each time, and some people are able to avoid drowning, but others can't.

The starting point is the center of the sea, which is too pitiful, and people who can't swim will be drowned.

It is also difficult for people who can swim to resist, after all, this is the sea, and it is easy to get swept into the current when a big wave hits it.

Kemon's mind moved, mobilizing everyone's contribution to create a continent in the middle of the sea level.

In the next second, the player who had just been drowned respawned on land.

He lay on the ground with a shocked face, gasping for air, clutching his neck, trying to choke on the seawater, but there was no seawater in his mouth.

Player Wright was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that something was not quite right, realizing that he might have been resurrected.

He was wearing a black warlock robe, thin and tall, and he was originally handsome, but his face was tired and haggard at the moment.

The experience of drowning in the sea is really terrifying.

Overhead, there was a very terrifying feeling, as if a terrible monster was passing by in the sky. His instincts told him that the horrible thing wasn't looking at him, but the mere passing by was terrifying and adrenaline-pumping.

He didn't dare to look up at the sky above, so he had to carefully observe his surroundings.

What is it?

A desert where no grass grows?

He wiped his eyes and saw a green sprout suddenly appear under his feet.

"What's the situation?"

Wright blinked again, and there were suddenly more green shoots, hundreds of more green shoots next to the soles of his feet!

In the blink of an eye, the entire desert is covered with green plant shoots.

Is this a horror game?

Why does it change once in the blink of an eye.

Wright now regrets that he shouldn't have watched that nightmare story, maybe he wouldn't have been fine without reading someone else's story.

But he knew it was his imagination.

Even if he doesn't read the nightmare stories on online forums, he will still be tricked.

Because the official has said that the route of transmission of the nightmare disease is unknown, no one knows how it crossed the limits of the city and the sleeping pod.

Nightmare disease is an unprecedented super-infectious disease with an unknown pathogenesis that defies any physical isolation.

The Orange Star people, who didn't have blue nightmares, are now afraid to sleep.

Wright's curiosity led him to learn about the case of Patient Zero, where the nightmares occurred, and the news reports about the nightmares' rapid spread in various places.

The more you know, the more curious you become.

He was bold enough to set the alarm for three hours of deep sleep wake-up, as always.

Now he regrets it, and his mind is full of thoughts like this: "I'm so stupid, really, I shouldn't have gone to sleep, I shouldn't have set a three-hour wake-up time......"

The sleep pod has an active wake-up mechanism, which can reduce the time of dreaming, and the official strongly advocates that everyone only sleep for half an hour before being forced to wake up, and force through this time.

He set up a three-hour wake-up, and the devil knows what he's going to experience next in his nightmare.

No one has ever seen this scene on the Internet at all!

I saw the green shoots on the soles of my feet stretching out the branches, as if brushed by the hand of time, time accelerated, growing rapidly, some grew into green trees, some became flowers, the desert was gone, and in a blink of an eye it became a meadow.

At this moment, Wright only wanted to say one word in his heart.

Grass!

is a plant.

Wright cursed inwardly as he saw something new pop up.

Some of the meadows were protruding with dirt, and it seemed that something unknown was about to be unearthed.

The terrible pressure above his head became more and more terrifying, and Wright trembled, and felt strange to see everything.

In the next second, strange-looking bugs burrowed out of the dirt and jumped around, chirping.

And the stones, Wright dared to assure himself, watching them emerge from the dirt, in the same way that the worms were born.

Then, there was a rumbling sound in the sky.

I couldn't tell what it was, there was only a white light in the distance, and after a few seconds, the white light came through and split through the grass.

When he got closer, Wright saw that it was an unbreakable stream of water, breaking through all obstacles, and the white light on his body was because it refracted the light of the sun.

After about a few minutes, the change in the land stopped.

A snow-covered mountain rises in front of you, towering into the clouds, and the river flows down from the mountain.

The giant tree is six or seven meters high, and its dense canopy blocks the never-setting light of the sun overhead, and occasionally some sunlight passes through the cracks in the tree and scatters down, forming a bright pathway.

Some strange-looking plants spread ghostly flowers, spewing fluorescent substances, and filling the forest.

The pressure on his shoulders quietly dissipated, and the terrifying existence in the sky seemed to be really passing by, and did not stay.

Wright's legs went limp, and he fell to his knees, overwhelmed by the strange surroundings.