Wasteland Development Diary.

Chapter 606: The Horrible Demon-Eater
Tumbleweed has been having a bit of a boring time lately.

As a seasoned dream demon, it possesses more knowledge, experience, and dream technology than the younger ones, but there is an insurmountable barrier between it and the top-level dream weavers.

Its mentor, Ding Youjun, has 37 years left until retirement, making him the closest weaver to retirement.

Although Dingyoujun said he would promote it to the top, it still took a bit too long.

As we all know, the longer the time goes on, the more variables there are.

Actually, it would be better if there were no hope at all. The most troublesome thing is this vague hope, which makes people feel unsettled and always worried about gains and losses.

The tumbleweed is stuck in an awkward, neither-here-nor-there phase.

It's inevitable to feel depressed.

It can only devote all its energy and time to dreams.

Heaven has the largest population. Its citizens are all stable dreamers, not resistant to nightmares, and many even look forward to dreaming.

Tumbleweed stayed here, dedicating itself to improving traditional dream interpretation.

this day.

A strange consciousness has arrived in the Heavenly Paradise.

The consciousness entity appeared unremarkable in appearance and was not large in size, yet it showed a value of zero in the [Dream Test].

This made Tumbleweed wonder if there was something wrong with the equipment.

The test's function is to identify the number of times the conscious mind enters the dream state.

If the value is zero, it means that the consciousness in front of you never dreams.

The issue is.

In this world, it is impossible for a material life form with self-awareness not to dream. Even the highest-level light cores, when they were still ordinary life forms, also dreamed.

Dreams are the exclusive realm of nightmares.

No matter who you are, as long as you are a self-aware life born from this world, you will inevitably be implanted with dreams by dream demons from childhood to adulthood.

Outside, you might be a remarkable person—a mayor, an enhanced being, a territorial sea lord—but in dreams, you're nothing more than material for dream demons and a puppet on a string.

Dreamers mistakenly believe they can control their dreams, but in reality they can't control anything; they are merely the materials and test subjects of their dreams.

That may sound arrogant, but it is indeed the truth.

Therefore, the consciousness entity in front of him, which displayed [0], was unbelievable to Tumbleweed.

In this world, there are indeed beings that do not dream but retain self-awareness. The most prominent among them are electromechanical life forms.

However, these groups themselves have cognitive deficiencies and are fragmented, making it impossible for them to enter the consciousness level and form a consciousness projection.

Therefore, what is in front of us must be the condition for dreaming, but we lack the experience of dreaming.

It is not yet an infant or young child, but a complete consciousness.

The tumbleweed became somewhat excited.

We might be able to obtain dream material that we've never had before!

Don't let others get there first!
It immediately aimed at the other side.

Prepare to infiltrate.

However, as a seasoned dream demon, it did not rush to enter the other party's body directly.

It is necessary to first identify the fragments of consciousness emanating from the other person in order to determine the target's inclinations and then filter out the types of dreams they prefer.

For example, if someone likes fighting and killing, and you give them a dream about love and romance, they will be very unhappy and will quickly wake up from their reverie due to their resistance.

Catering to their preferences is a prerequisite for achieving the perfect dream infiltration.

Creating dreams is a technical skill.

There can be no rush.

The tumbleweed followed behind the target, patiently collecting and identifying the fragments of consciousness it emitted.

The weird thing is.

The fragments emitted by this person were actually empty.

The fragments of consciousness were as transparent as shards of glass, containing absolutely no information.

It was dumbfounded.

Years of experience proved ineffective against this one target.

what's going on?
The tumbleweed immediately contacted the mentor through the Holy Spirit.

"Teacher, I've discovered a very strange individual..."

After listening.

Ding Youjun said, "Don't act rashly yet. Keep a safe distance from it and make observations and records first. I'm at a critical moment in repairing the ninth layer of the dream. There are currently 3 dreamers and 7000 dream demons in this layer. I must ensure their stability... I'll come over as soon as I finish here."

End the call.

When the tumbleweed came to its senses, it found that many nightmares had already rushed towards the strange individual.

The vast majority of them were young nightmares, which burrowed directly into the other's body, a sight that made Tumbleweed feel very uneasy.

It tries its best to block those who come after it, releasing information of consciousness.

"Don't go near it, keep your distance!"

"Something's wrong with this person having a dream; everyone stay away!"

But no one paid any attention. They all flew past it, filing into the strange consciousness in droves.

The dream demons are all impatient, wanting to leave their mark on this individual who never dreams, and to absorb the new consciousness within the other person that has never been touched by the dream demons before.

First dream.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

For an individual experiencing a dream for the first time, if they are fortunate enough to encounter it, they can be the first to select the best fragments of consciousness from their own. It's like a morning market; the first buyer always gets the best items. The tumbleweed knew there was nothing it could do, so it could only step aside and observe.

The target has been infiltrated by more than 70 nightmares.

The target remained motionless, seemingly starting to dream.

More nightmares are still rushing in.

The tumbleweed quickly sensed something was wrong.

More than a hundred nightmares infiltrated the dreamer's body, yet not a single one emerged.

Under normal circumstances, a dream must have a main theme. Whether it's a pleasant dream or a nightmare, out of more than one hundred dream demons, more than 90% of them will inevitably be eliminated.

But in front of us, only nightmares kept entering, and none of them managed to escape.

One by one, the nightmares continued to enter its body.

However, it still displays "[0]" above its head.

The more I looked at the tumbleweed, the more uneasy I felt.

wrong.

wrong.

This guy is suspicious... definitely suspicious!

It continued its search with the Holy Spirit.

As a result, there was no record of this guy in the Great Holy Spirit.

its not right.

Even those agents who remain hidden behind the scenes, even if they subsequently conceal themselves, their past experiences are still recorded in the Holy Spirit.

But the guy in front of me used to be empty.

Its fragments of consciousness are also empty.

Could it be... that it's not a conscious being? Or is it actually dead? But its consciousness has been temporarily preserved in some way, preventing it from collapsing—in other words, a resurrected corpse?

But it was clearly moving before, only becoming sluggish and still after the nightmares entered in single file, showing obvious signs of conscious activity.

What the hell is it?

Tumbleweed felt her mind was a bit of a mess.

at this time.

The dark figure suddenly moved.

It slowly moved to the tumbleweed beside it. In the darkness, it seemed as if a pair of eyes were staring at the tumbleweed, making it feel a chill run down its spine.

not good!

It found itself!

Run!

But in the instant it realized what was happening, the tumbleweed found itself unable to move, having been sucked into the other's body.

then.

Tumbleweed saw that there were a large number of nightmares inside its body. They were all locked in separate areas, connected to each other by black and white consciousness keys, like mosquitoes trapped in a spider web.

It is no exception.

A tremendous fear welled up in the tumbleweed's heart.

This is a monster hunting and devouring nightmares...

It's a demon-devouring man!

It had previously heard its mentor, Dingyou, mention that there was a type of demon-devouring being in the world, and the disappearance of countless dream demons was related to them; currently, no effective way to deal with them had been found. Even the Weaver couldn't withstand their devouring and locking.

The only saving grace is that these monster-devourers cannot move and can only live in a specific area of ​​the world. As long as they avoid that area, the nightmares are safe.

The current situation is that the Devourers have invaded Paradise!
They're coming for the nightmares!

The tumbleweed was filled with fear and regret. It had been careless, so careless!
It’s over.

It's over, it's over.

The Devourer can now leave that place...

It was utterly devastated.

No.

We must find a way to stop this demon-devouring maniac, or at least affect it, so it can't be allowed to devour everything indiscriminately...

Tumbleweed hardened her heart and made up her mind.

Fight!

……

In front of the evil brain motor.

Zhou Yi asked Da Vinci with a puzzled look, "What's going on? Is there something wrong with this machine? I didn't do anything, how did it suck the nightmare in by itself?"

"Chairman, I'm very sorry, I'll start emergency repairs right away..."

The Minister of Medicine immediately led the maintenance team to get to work.

Zhou Yi took the cola that Yuanxiao handed him, feeling somewhat depressed.

The new technology is still not mature enough.

This bug suddenly appeared, and we need to do more testing.

(End of this chapter)