Please ask the dream.

Chapter 6: Is the Dream Awakening Dragon Field OK?

The strange ceiling, the strange bed, the simple room with no furnishings, and the dim light all seemed to indicate some unpleasant conclusion.

When Feng Xue turned his head and saw the wall replaced by metal railings and the room opposite that was also trapped in a cage, a realization came to his mind -

This is a prison.

"I traveled through time and became a prisoner?" Feng Xue tried to search for relevant memories in his brain, but unfortunately, there was nothing. No, there was one thing, and that was that the original owner of this body seemed to be an orphan abandoned on a snowy night.

"Wait!" Feng Xue frowned suddenly, and then suddenly realized -

"So the things in the meat pigeon are actually the experiences of my previous life? Does that mean that as long as I clear the meat pigeon, I can complete the memories of my previous life? No, maybe it's just the opposite, and it's not necessarily the case that the past experiences are determined by the actions in the meat pigeon!"

Thinking of the simulator-themed novel with a fresh outline in the folder he had kept before he traveled through time, he paused again because he remembered the name of the rare resource - "legacy".

"So, this means the legacy of the predecessor?" Feng Xue, who had played the Sword Spirit Scroll, had a certain sensitivity to the word "legacy". Thinking of the ability of Rouge to materialize fantasy, he immediately spread his hands.

However, considering that this was in prison, he did not dare to construct things like fire, but simply imagined a small cube, but until his eyes were sore, nothing appeared.

"Is it a special mechanism in the pigeon? Or does it require the use of legacy to unlock abilities in reality? Or is it this prison?"

Feng Xue looked at the prisoners sleeping across the prison, then looked at his own hands. On his wrists, there was a pair of sci-fi-looking metal wristbands hanging there. He didn't know if they were handcuffs or numbers. Although he didn't see them, from the touch of his feet, he thought that there should be similar things on his ankles.

His skin condition is pretty good and he should not be too old. His muscles are smooth and there are no obvious scars. However, some calluses can be felt, but they do not look like those left by doing rough work or practicing martial arts. As for his skin color, it is the wheat color that is often exposed to wind and sun, which means he often spends time outdoors.

This combination makes him look like a sunny masculine character. It is hard for Feng Xue to understand why his predecessor ended up in prison - did he offend a rich woman?
Of course, as an orphan, it is not uncommon for him to steal when he grows up, and it is not impossible for him to join a gang and kill people to take the blame. But the problem is -

He lives in a single room!

It's not a confinement room, but a real single room. Apart from being simpler, it is no different from a bachelor apartment. Even judging from the door in the corner, it is likely a single room with a private bathroom!

Who are the big guys who can live in single cells in prison?
Feng Xue wasn't sure, but he knew it was definitely not something that could be gained by simply stealing!

"But please don't let the death penalty be carried out immediately!"

A strong sense of urgency rose in his heart again. He twisted a few times on the not-so-comfortable hard bed and focused his attention on the icon in the upper left corner again.

This icon looks very similar to the pigeon icon of Yuanche last night. It is a diamond-shaped square made up of lines. When it is clicked, a small list will appear. However, at this time, there is only a dark prison-like banner in the list. The banner looks a little dim at this time, and only the four big words "Continue to Explore" appear quite clear.

"Tsk..."

Feng Xue frowned slightly, and his lack of awareness of his current state made him eager to know everything about his previous life.

With this in mind, he used his consciousness to open the prison banner, and in his drowsy state, he once again fell into the chaotic and misty dream scene...

[The glow of the stars has faded, and all I can see is darkness. On the eve of dawn, everything seems so quiet.]

It was still the same light, soft and emotionless narration, but this time, Feng Xue was not affected by the reasonable patch of the dream as before. He began to think about this seemingly high-end opening remark, but in the end he could not think of anything and could only focus his attention on the fishbone diagram again.

This level named [Dawn is Coming] has a total of five nodes, but only the current one can be seen clearly. The rest is shrouded in fog, without even a basic hint.

But what we can see in this frame are all [unexpected encounters].

"It's very easy to step on a hidden mine when you can't see the subsequent grids. I don't know if there is a way to see the subsequent grids..."

Feng Xue didn't think for too long. He chose the following path based on his intuition and clicked on the next block.

[A chance choice will bring new possibilities, but you must remember that all the gifts given by fate have been secretly marked with a price.] The icon slowly unfolded, and a line of text emerged. Before Feng Xue could savor the words that seemed to have a flag-like temperament, he found himself standing in a classroom.

The classroom was not too big, and there were a dozen or so children who looked only three or four years old. They were lying on a small table, excitedly scribbling on paper with pencils in their hands.

Feng Xue tried to move his body, but found that he couldn't move at all. An epiphany told him that this was just a cutscene.

Along with this realization, a string of words slowly emerged in his mind:

[When you were three years old, you were given a blank sheet of paper and a paintbrush. Draw something.]

【1. Draw characters.】

【2. Draw the scenery.】

【3. I don’t draw.】

……

"Ah, this..." Looking at the options in front of him, Feng Xue fell into deep thought, "So there are no hints? At least the integrated strategy tells you what you will get after you choose it!"

Looking up at the san value, Feng Xue found that it was not slowly decreasing like when he was an orphan on a snowy night before, so he started thinking.

The last one is not drawn, which is probably similar to the exit options like "Don't meddle in other people's business" and "It's better to have less trouble than more", which is equivalent to skipping it directly, but it is possible that there will be more choices in the subsequent levels.

Although it seems to be the safest option, it is equivalent to wasting a node.

In this case where the number of nodes is obviously limited, wasting each node may result in a lower probability of passing the level.

But on the other hand, without any prompts, the unexpected option is not that safe, and it might trigger an emergency operation or something.

but……

"In an orphanage, no matter how urgent it is, it shouldn't be too exaggerated, right?" Feng Xue saw that many children had already completed their graffiti and handed it in to the teacher. He realized that there seemed to be an implicit time limit at this point. Thinking about a group of three-year-old children, even if they caused bullying in the orphanage, it shouldn't be too serious, so he focused his attention on the options -

Portraits and landscapes...

In the opinion of Feng Xue, who has not made any achievements in the field of fine arts, portraits are definitely more difficult to paint than landscapes. But what impact does the difference between difficulty and simplicity have on the choice?

If you draw too well, you will be praised by the teacher, but in the end you will be envied and bullied by the orphanage? Or if you draw too badly, you will be ridiculed and isolated?
Feng Xue glanced at the graffiti of the children around him, immediately rejected the latter, and then resolutely chose the more difficult portrait.

As the options became more and more clear, “my” tender little hands grabbed a pencil and quickly drew lines on the white paper. About twenty minutes later, a half-length sketch was handed to a man who was probably a teacher at the orphanage by “myself”, and words appeared on the side at the right time -

[You were precocious and didn’t scribble randomly like other children. After observing your surroundings, you drew a sketch of your teacher. Although your brushstrokes were still clumsy, the details were well described. However, you didn’t notice that the teacher’s expression seemed a little strange.]

[You have obtained the Sketch (White).]

Name: Sketch

Category: Survival support

Quality: White ordinary

Effect: Legacy +4
Note: This is a casual sketch of a person, but the fine brushstrokes, which are almost like a photo, seem to describe a certain obsession of the artist.

(End of this chapter)