Mu Yang slowly opened his eyes, he was lying in a white sealed ward, with a white bed, white sheets, white ceiling and white wall clock hanging on the wall. Everything here is white.

It was six o'clock in the morning, and as yesterday, no miracle had happened, and he had slept for another twenty-two hours.

The mutation took place eighty-two days ago. If the normal human sleep time is seven hours a day, then Muyang's sleep time has increased out of control since that day, ten hours for a node, thirteen hours for a node, and sixteen hours for a node...... It took twenty-two hours now. By deriving the formula from the increased curve and substituting all the data, it is clear that today will be the last time you wake up.

After today, your sleep time will increase to 24 hours, and you will fall into an eternal sleep.

The doctors in the secular districts, unable to explain their own symptoms, classified them into "seven categories of narcolepsy".

They use stimulants, electric shocks, suffocation, and all sorts of ways to prevent themselves from falling asleep. Lay out a bunch of pills, take a bunch of films, and repeat the operation again and again. But all of them ended in failure.

Eventually, he was placed in isolation in Ward 3. These days, except for the delivery of three meals a day, no one comes.

As many as 600 new diseases are discovered every year in the Rim of Space City, and people are dying every moment. Everyone is busy, and no one has time to take care of a sleepy bug.

He understood that he had been abandoned. No relatives, no friends. Leave it here, quietly waiting for yourself to fall asleep and rot.

Only Mu Yang knew in his heart that there was no "seven categories of narcolepsy" at all. The root of all this is just another telepathic who has planted a spell eternal dream in his mind.

Feeding spells, known as the nuclear weapons of the telekinetic realm. By burying the "bait" in the recipient's subconscious, the recipient's memory, personality, and even life status are changed. The mantra eternal dream is one of the most terrible mantras, causing the recipient to gradually fall asleep until he or she does not wake up from a long dream. To date, there is no known means or method to dismantle it.

Three hundred years ago, all of Eternal Dream's materials were destroyed. No one knows why there are still spirit manipulators in this day and age who are able to use Eternal Dreams.

According to the 39 Convention, those who practice curses below the D level can only go to the hospitals of the secular to seek treatment, and are not allowed to seek help from other mental manipulators.

Since Eternal Dream is unable to deal any physical damage, it is fully qualified for the D Rank.

Obviously, this is also in the calculations of the enemy.

So far, Muyang has not known who has cast the spell.

But he knew very well how powerful the enemy was, and he knew why the enemy was coming - they wanted to take their totem, "Suppression".

The totem is the product of the spiritual power materialized by the telekinesis after the telekinesis is strong enough to a certain extent.

Each telekinesis can only have one totem in his life, and the abilities corresponding to each totem are completely different.

And Muyang's awakened ability "Zhenlu" is the most precious sealing totem. He has extraordinary talents, powerful totems, and he could have had a future with infinite possibilities. But just three months ago, Mu Yang's teacher at the University of Mental Power told Mu Yang that he hoped that he would hand over his totem, otherwise, he would "bear the consequences".

"The totem of Muyang's classmate is called 'Zhenlu', right?"

"The totem of the seal system is really enviable."

"I don't think you're the right fit, though. There are many people in this world who are more talented than you, and there are also many people who have a higher starting point than you. Rather than not being able to win them no matter how hard you try, and wasting a lot of life and time in vain, it is better to pass on this power to more useful people. You said yes, Muyang-san. ”

"The teacher said this for your own good. It has been reported that higher up above our academy is a view that mortals like us can't see when they look up, and that there is a real Tianjiao who is interested in your abilities. This is your chance. Do you think, wouldn't it be great if the 'Zhenlu' came into the hands of the real Tianjiao and gave it a chance to show on a higher stage? ”

"There's a contract here. Sign it and everything is free. ”

The professors of the famous schools in the space city are all used for it, and they are just the tip of the iceberg of the incredibly large group; The Eternal Dream of Spell Breeding, which had been lost for three hundred years, was used against oneself as a form of showing the strength of its resources.

Mu Yang seemed to hear someone whispering softly in the abyss.

(Even if we refuse, we still have 10,000 ways for you to hand over what is not yours.) ）

Mu Yang rejected the contract. As a result, he received a little "small punishment" from that huge group.

(Like, let you fall asleep.) ）

Mu Yang understood that after he finally fell asleep, the huge organization would immediately send someone over to take his totem.

No matter how much you struggle, you can't get rid of it; No matter who you tell you, no one will help you; No matter how much you beg for mercy, the other party will not let you go.

Mu Yang looked at the pendulum on the opposite wall. Seconds climb over the disc one by one. There is only one and a half hours left for myself.

He began to feel a wave of sleepiness welling up in his eyelids.

Yet his eyes were still as calm as water.

……

On top of the glass wall, there are secular researchers in white sealed suits making their final observations of Muyang.

After determining that Muyang had only an hour and a half to live, No. 2 quickly signed the end of the dossier. "Confirmation of treatment failure. Next. ”

Before the glass wall separated from the observation chamber, No. 3, who had been observing and was silent, said, "Do you have any wishes before the patient completely disappears from this world?" ”

Number 1: "He said he wanted to get a butterfly." ”

"A butterfly?"

"Yes, a butterfly."

"Isn't it something else? For example, a poster of a actress, or something you particularly want to eat. ”

"No, he just asked for a butterfly."

"Strange request."

"Maybe butterflies have some special meaning to his life."

Secular scholars whispered.

"Untouchables from the Waste Star,......" No. 2 muttered softly, "No. 1, the herbarium of the southeast building, go get a page of specimens of the butterfly." ”

No. 1 behind him hesitated: "But what the patient wants...... It's a living butterfly. ”

"A living butterfly?" Number 2, "What does he think this is?" Zoo? ”

"Push it out. Next. ”