The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 474 Ch473 Interesting Dream

Chapter 474 Ch.473 Interesting Dreams

How can dreams be so addictive that those who are deeply trapped in them cannot let go and are unwilling to wake up?

Dreams are a person's beautiful short-term recovery, and also private rumors that you never have to worry about clarifying.

Roland once had the good fortune to fall into a "field" created by an eight-ring ritualist (Enid), and also fought with a seven-ring ritualist in the "field".

Those that are close to dreams, but not as real as dreams:
At least in the "field", Roland could vaguely sense the disharmony in smell and touch.

But a real dream, one that is malicious and designed to make people addicted, can definitely create a quagmire that people can never escape from.

It will shape it according to the dreamer's memory, according to the wishes, regrets, pain, sadness and happiness that remain in the dreamer's mind and soul, which may not even be clear to him.

All of this is far beyond what words can express.

Even when those cliches are modified and tweaked by the best writers, or even smeared and recreated, they are not half as charming as when they are seen in person.

Roland thought he would wake up, leaning in the arms of James Jones, or lying on the edge of Nina Collins's wooden bed, listening to her babble in words he couldn't understand - he thought it would be like this.

He couldn't tell the difference. Even words related to 'tell' and 'where am I' disappeared from his head.

Then, he would be trapped in this dream forever, just like the other ritualists outside:

He had originally guessed this, and had also prepared another way to make himself feel like he was "in a dream" - although it would come at a certain price.

but.

He forgot something.

Nina Collins left so much in his head, in his flesh, in his soul.

Those memories that should have surged like a tsunami were all taken over by a newly born consciousness before that:
It was like an invisible and soft wall, protecting Roland's consciousness and keeping him from suffering momentary or long-lasting torture.

Free from the aftereffects of daily severe pain.

And now.

The dream, or something in the dream, began to read the scattered memories without a wrench in hand, and picked them out, wove them, sewed them, ironed them, and showed them to Roland.

Look.

This is your memory.

You've seen the picture.

You must have experienced it before.

I'm going to take a small piece of your consciousness, put you into a trance, and then put you in.

Make you indulge in this familiar memory.

——But this is also the reason why Roland was able to immediately realize that he was dreaming and was in a dream.

Because this memory is not his.

Not his experience.

Nor were they the wonderful stories he had heard Nina Collins tell.

This memory came from Nina Collins herself, and was, presumably, marked 'discarded' by the spanner so that Roland never knew about it.

Obviously, 'dreams' themselves have no ability to distinguish, and they do not expect that someone's head will contain other people's experiences and memories.

There are so many more.

"So, that's it, okay?"

The woman in front of me raised her arms, and her drooping hands held an oak-metal coffee spoon like a bird's beak.

She stirred the coffee cup idly, making it clink.

Roland stared at the floor-to-ceiling glass window. The buttery afternoon sun made him feel lazy.

Outside the glass is Miss Nina's world.

An iron box running on the road.

Strange-looking children, women walking in twos and threes without servants, scantily clad women, and young boys whizzing away on a wooden plank with wheels.

up.

A huge, canvas-like 'strange object' is showing an extremely obscene side:
A woman (Roland guessed she was a professional of some kind), wearing only two pieces of cloth, was flirting in that strange thing, showing off her graceful figure to passers-by.

Roland frowned.

And watched it carefully for half a minute.

The world inside the glass is just as magical as the world outside.

Except for the girl with satin hair opposite him, this bar - or cafe is full of strange scenes:
The lone girl was hammering at a glowing box.

The two young boys were concentrating on staring at the intricately painted 'paper tablecloth' on the table. In addition to thumb-sized puppets, they also had several oddly shaped dice with countless sides in their hands.

There is music in the pub.

But Roland could not see the band.

The air was filled with the alluring aroma of coffee.

as well as.

The increasingly impatient woman in front of him.

Roland moved his fingers, gripped the cold cup in front of him, stared at the green wooden stick inserted into the cup, and the shiny knife and fork next to the plate.

The sounds, the smells.

The wind that comes in when the door is opened and closed.

Everything is so rigid.

Roland touched his little finger and tapped it twice. A sterling silver ring.

"Did you hear that?"

The sound in my ears seems very far away.

Roland slowly raised his head.

Although the annoying voice was no longer there, the white flame still protected him, and in Roland's eyes, he walked out of this world.

Women are beautiful.

Just a black... line drawn at the corner of the eye?

"Roland?"

The woman frowned and called out again.

"Hello."

He opened his mouth and found that he was speaking a foreign language, but he could understand it and speak it clearly.

Interesting.

"What are you talking about? Do you have anything else to say? I have other things to do later."

The impatient girl raised her head, shook her black hair, and pressed a few times on the "bright shell" beside her with her slender fingers.

Look at Roland again.

"I'm not being realistic, Roland. You have to think about me, right? Look at Li Dong. He bought a car and a house, and recently joined a good company. I don't want you to buy me a house or put my name on it... At least give me some hope, right?"

Roland understood every word she said.

But I don't understand.

Miss Nina's World...

Interesting.

Perhaps the woman noticed the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, and her earnest advice turned into anger in an instant.

"You are so shameless every time. You keep silent when I say something to you. Has my mother looked for you? What did you say?"

"If it keeps happening, what do you want me to do?"

Roland said nothing, but clasped his hands together and quietly observed her every move.

This made the woman even more annoyed.

"Yes!"

She put the phone down heavily.

"It's a bit disgusting that I said that. I licked for work, right? We are all uncles, who can I mess with?"

"Look at you being so weird all day long...what did I do?"

"If you could give people a little hope and work harder, you wouldn't be in this situation today."

Roland tilted his head and stared at something floating in front of him that was different from the flames - a "frame" made of black and white, with a few lines of words clearly written on it.

"Strong demand detected..."

"Bind..."

"Bind successfully!"

"Congratulations! The system for selecting the rich has been activated!"
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wrench?

"Ding!"

"This system is dedicated to creating the perfect rich man!"

"You don't need to worry about any organization investigating the source of your wealth. Under the protection of the system, all rewards will be considered legal income!"

"With every choice, the user will be closer to the perfect rich man!"

"Ding!"

"Mission: Slap your ex-girlfriend in the face"

"Choice 1: Admit your mistake. Reward title: Turtle Man."

"Choice 2: Scold Wang Mengya (ex-girlfriend) in public! Reward: Bentley Continental GT."

"Choice three: confess that you have just inherited a large fortune from a foreign relative. Reward: 10 million dragon coins."
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wrench?

"Ding!"

"This system is dedicated to creating the perfect rich man!"

"If the user cannot make a choice within half a minute, the system will automatically select a more reasonable option for you."
-
for example?

"Ding!"

"This system is dedicated to creating the perfect rich man!"

Roland was silent.