Doomsday Train, I went crazy by hoarding billions of items.

Chapter 107 Dream

Jiang Ran's boat already had autopilot and night vision camera assistance, plus the ghost ship's characteristic of not getting lost, so there was no need to worry too much about the reefs.

Moreover, she discovered that the ghost ship's hull did not seem to be made of ordinary wood. Occasionally, when it encountered fish that wanted to attack it, the dull thud it made when it hit something sounded like the fish's head hitting a thick steel plate.

Having confirmed that there wouldn't be any problems, Jiang Ran lay down on her large bed, intending to rest, but couldn't fall asleep for a long time. So she took out the talisman that was shimmering slightly and unconsciously played with it.

The two rune stones that I had originally acquired were merged together after being stored in my space, but the whole thing was actually a little smaller than before, and if you looked closely you could see the faint patterns on it.

Now, Jiang Ran can summon an island that is nearly twice the size with just a thought.

But she wasn't sure if a large group of pirates would appear at the same time she summoned the island in the thick fog.

After all, many people in the group had already encountered pirates. Without exception, as soon as they entered a certain area of ​​the island, a huge ghost ship would suddenly emerge from the fog on the originally empty sea surface.

Actually, Jiang Ran wasn't unwilling to try. If he really attracted the pirates, would he be able to harvest another wave of faith points when he used the whistle to summon the islanders?

But her physical strength dropped strangely fast today. Even though she hadn't really fought with Majik or done anything that would have expended her energy, she still felt a deep sense of fatigue.

It's like the brain has been drained of energy because it received too much information to process in a short period of time.

But aside from getting some information from her conversation with Majik, there wasn't much effective progress regarding the game itself or the evil god.

Jiang Ran wasn't sure whether her fatigue stemmed from dealing with Majik or from the newly acquired notebook.

Thinking of the God-Dislike Clan's Notebook, and considering that replenishing those faith points might be a long way off, Jiang Ran suddenly had a glimmer of hope that one of the marked points on the map might be an island with a cave.

After all, accumulating faith is nowhere near as fast as snatching those big eyeballs.

Her previous actions alone are probably enough to fill dozens of death notebooks in Big Eyes's collection. I wonder if she would directly confront the "victim" if she really had another chance to rob someone like that.

With a jumble of random thoughts running through her mind, Jiang Ran fell asleep without realizing it.

Perhaps because she had too many thoughts in her mind, she had a dream that night, a dream she hadn't had in a long time about the scenes from her previous life.

In her dream, she was betrayed by her family, and her heart was filled with anger, despair, and an obsession with dying as a stepping stone.

In order to accumulate enough health points and to avoid being hunted down at any time, she hardly allowed herself any time to be idle.

Every day, the first thing she does upon waking is dig into boxes. She must obtain enough supplies and tools from them to help her get through the difficult road ahead.

But the experiences she had in her dream seemed to differ somewhat from Jiang Ran's memories.

She saw herself in her dream, and a familiar notebook appeared in her hand without her noticing.

To Jiang Ran's disbelief, in her dream, the creator of the journal was actually herself!

But how is this possible?
She had no recollection of the chaotic images in the journal, let alone the dreamlike feeling of being overwhelmed by unseen attacks from all sides.

Is this a dream, or a missing memory?
Jiang Ran turned around abruptly. A huge, scarlet eye, like a red moon hanging high in the sky, coldly watched everything. Even though the eye was so far away, she could clearly see in its reflection the familiar, chilling stubbornness and defiance on her face in her dream.

Just as Jiang Ran saw herself reflected in the eyeball, the eyeball also turned its gaze toward her.

For a moment, all Jiang Ran could see and think of were the distorted patches that looked like shiny, glaring mold, leaping and spreading across the entire world she could see.

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Jiang Ran was drenched in sweat when she was startled awake. The air conditioning in the room gave her goosebumps for no reason.

I glanced at the time subconsciously; it was only eight o'clock. I wondered if the fog outside had cleared up yet.

She had already taken a nap, and given her physical condition, even just three or four hours of sleep would have been enough to restore all her energy.

However, the increasingly intense feeling of fatigue made Jiang Ran realize that something was wrong, so she directly opened the numerical panel.

Seeing that her stamina had decreased instead of increased, from over 40 before she went to sleep to less than 20 after waking up, Jiang Ran wasn't particularly surprised.

The big eyeball I just saw in my dream... was it really just a dream?
Or perhaps it's using this method to warn Jiang Ran not to covet what doesn't belong to her.

Jiang Ran scoffed lightly and expressionlessly downed a bottle of potion that could restore stamina, only to find that the stamina potion, which used to increase stamina by 5 points, had lost all its effect.

Not only that, the already precarious stamina value has even slowly decreased by 1 point, while the newly added pollution value has reached 87%.

Jiang Ran struggled to get out of bed, her body heavy. She took a breath and smiled instead of getting angry.

It seems that those faith points really did get kicked into the eye socket of that big eyeball, otherwise it wouldn't have chosen to express its anger by invading and polluting through dreams.

Jiang Ran felt not only no fear, but even a hint of contempt—a so-called god, even when expressing anger, could only resort to such underhanded methods, which made it difficult to inspire awe.

Jiang Ran even felt that the more it did this, the more it exposed its impotent rage.

What was originally a good mood from grabbing a large amount of faith points to restore the journal turned into extreme joy.

But the most important thing now is to solve the problem of spiritual pollution.

Although she didn't know what would happen, Jiang Ran's intuition told her that it was best not to let the pollution level exceed 90%, otherwise some unexpected situations might occur.

Jiang Ran's ease was naturally due to something she relied on.

If it were someone else, there really wouldn't be much they could do with the big eyeball; perhaps the only thing they could do would be to be completely corrupted by it through their dreams.

But Jiang Ran has a special "trash-disposal" account.

Xu Yunxuan's pollution value had already accumulated to about 3% due to the success of his passive skill. With the huge amount of pollution value transferred by Jiang Ran, his pollution index instantly surged to 91%.

As the numerical values ​​broke through, Xu Yunxuan's information panel appeared as if it had been eroded, with strangely colored patches appearing, just like in his dream. These patches were about to cover the entire panel and showed no signs of slowing down, as if they were heading towards other smaller accounts.

Jiang Ran broke out in a cold sweat and immediately deleted Xu Yunxuan's identity!