At the same time, countless participating players and audience players entered the dungeon.
After waiting for a few seconds in the dead silence and darkness, a burst of children's noises rang out all around.
The screen lit up, and the simple and gray classroom first appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Many players in the audience who had not chosen a character to watch and whose perspective was fixed in the classroom suddenly let out a sigh of relief in their hearts.
They keenly discovered that the third round of the Death Tournament was different from the previous two...the ubiquitous blood red tone and the unique roughness of hell could not be seen here at all.
The crudely made wooden desks, the ripped linen clothes worn by the children in the classroom, the gloomy and gloomy sky outside the window set up by a few wooden frames.
It's like...this is the main world.
Not many viewers pay attention to such details. Most players can't wait to choose the players they want to watch, and then they find that the targets they are watching are children around 10 years old. Between their eyebrows, they can vaguely see the past or future.
contour.
For example, a little boy with a pale complexion and a head of about 1.6 meters, black rag hair, and a pair of dead fish eyes.
At this moment, Mu Su opened his eyes, and there was a group of boys and girls around 10 years old surrounding him, shouting something indiscriminately.
"Where are the bunch of little bastards? Let's go, go, go."
Mu Su said with a dark face to calm down the naughty children around him, and suddenly woke up.
What about your magnetic deep voice?
Why are my eyesight so short? Or...why are I about the same height as these naughty kids?
When I was confused by the puzzle, everything in the classroom suddenly slowed down and became still.
A dirty boy rushed in from the door and hovered in mid-air. The faces of the children around him were frozen in surprise and confusion. The girls who were snickering quietly in the corner remained motionless, and the saliva spewed by the noisy students stopped.
——
The same goes for all the players in the classroom, only their eyes can move.
In the midst of this, a simple and leisurely narration sounded in the ears of all players.
[This land has countless names]
[Land of Hope...Thorahim...Farmland Garden, but these have passed. New names? There are many here. Cursed Land...Evil Spirit Paradise...Soul-eating Sea...Evil God's Cabin...these are also
Not important. What I want to say is...]
[This is Wanghaijiao a thousand years ago]
【Everything is coming, but it has not yet begun.】
[The people who thrive in this land don’t know what they are about to face.]
When most players hear this, they have already confirmed that the background is the main world. And it still has not turned into that main world.
I just don’t know if this is a simulation of a dream, or if it’s the real main world.
[Their claws have extended here. Soon, this world will be lifeless and lifeless...]
The narrator's voice paused briefly. At this moment, each player saw a thread like black mist penetrate the ceiling, twist and lower, and connect to everyone's head, including the participating players.
【But before that, what else can we do.】
Hearing the transparent bridge secret passage here, this is the rhythm of starting the main plot in the third round of the Death Tournament.
After hearing this, Mu Su thought, "So this book has a main plot? I thought I would stay at Wanghai Cliff until the end."
[It’s not a change, but...leaving a batch of seeds, a batch of...hope.]
Mu Su clenched her fist in her heart, as long as there are leaves flying, the fire will burn, the shadow of the fire will shine on the village, and new leaves will sprout. I will inherit this will!
[This is a test, a dream, but you can regard it as reality. Here, you have to hide yourself...]
After confirming that this place is still a dream, most players breathed a sigh of relief. The subtle influence that has always caused many players to have a sense of oppression in the main world. Although it is not uncomfortable, it always affects the players faintly and makes them restrained.
[Eyes are everywhere, and they will stare at you until you leave or die.]
The narrator's voice gradually weakened. The voice became weak, as if a dying old man was about to die.
[If you one day stay away from Wanghai Cliff and reach the other shore...please bury me.]
[My name is the Lord of Dreams...the light of hope...the consciousness of all living beings.]
The last inaudible words instantly completed the confusing main world.
The title Lord of Dreams has awakened many players, including Transparent Bridge and Blazing God. They still remember that when playing dreams in non-Bedlam and Nightmare difficulties, an additional line of rewards will appear on the task list: You and the dream are symbionts.
Dreams rely on you to grow, and you rely on dreams to become stronger. The misty consciousness will reward your performance.
Before this, everyone thought that this was a reward given by the system based on the player's performance. Now it seems that things are far from that simple.
At this time, the Lord of Dreams obviously has a complete consciousness, not the "ethereal consciousness". Therefore, can it be considered that during the third round of the Death Tournament, that is, thousands of years ago, the consciousness of the Lord of Dreams dissipated.
But the other name of the Lord of Dreams is the light of hope, lifelong consciousness. In other words, it is also a collection of human consciousness. As long as humans are still there, it will not dissipate.
When countless players were overwhelmed by their thoughts, Transparent Bridge silently compiled relevant keywords into a timeline.
At the beginning, thousands of years ago, the evil gods and unspeakable things that dominated the nightmare difficulty approached this world and began to use projections to influence the world. The master of dreams at that time was unable to resist due to various reasons, and left a foreshadowing when his consciousness dissipated.
After that, the main world became what it is today. The phantoms seen when the sanity value was reduced can also be understood as the complete arrival of evil gods and unspeakable things in this world.
Thousands of years later, players appeared and were isolated on Wanghai Cliff. Players relied on the misty thoughts of the Lord of Dreams to strengthen themselves. This also explains the structure of dreams - they are the memories and conjectures, random thoughts and wild imaginations of all consciousnesses.
The Death Tournament is a screening, a foreshadowing left by the Lord of Dreams. A thousand players selected in the third round are transformed into seeds and hopes, returning to a thousand years ago to understand what happened.
The timeline ends here. There's still a lot of blank space, but it's not like before.
While thinking about the Transparent Bridge, the mission was issued during the paused time.
[Loading task...]
[Main mission: Possession by evil spirits]
[Do not be discovered by evil spirits or reveal your identity within three days. Reward: Skill Camouflage]
Content: They are not far away, and the projections of unspeakable things have descended on this land. The evil spirits are eyeing this land. They hide, evade, and disguise. They use all means to integrate into the school building and not reveal their true identity. But once
