I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 370 The New Prohibition (46)

Turning his head, Chen Yu found that nothing in the room had changed; everything was exactly as it should have been.

But when you turn around, the world outside the door is completely different.

The entire world is a mosaic, blurry and indistinct.

The sky was a blurry blue, the walls were a blurry white, and even the pretty receptionist from yesterday had turned into a bunch of moving mosaics, making Chen Yu almost unable to recognize her as a person.

To help him understand his surroundings, these blurry objects were marked with text so he could recognize what they were.

The walls were covered with the word "wall," while the sky was marked with "sky," and birds occasionally flew across the sky, making Chen Yu feel that it was very abstract.

Even more absurdly, the only thing that was clear in front of me was an advertisement.

Because everything else was very blurry, all the places where the advertisements appeared were particularly clear, making the advertisements seem like bullets shooting into his eyes and being remembered by him.

If schools adopted this method, replacing all advertisements with knowledge points, even Ma Daqiang might be able to pass his academic subjects.

Looking at this unfamiliar world, Chen Yu said after a long while, "Meng Lingyi, did you trick me again?"

"How could that be!" said the person with the words "Dream Zero One" prominently displayed above their face. "How did I trick you!"

"Then why do I only see mosaics and text?"

"I don't know! How about we check our eyes first? Could it be that the resolution is too low and it automatically switched to low-resolution mode?"

Chen Yu wanted to see Meng Lingyi's expression, but her face was also covered in mosaics, making her look like a blocky person from a distance.

Just as Chen Yu was pondering what was going on, Mosaic, who was wearing a "receptionist" mask, noticed them and took over a supplementary agreement.

“Mr. Chen, the Star Lord updated the terms of the area lock yesterday. Now, the visibility of locked areas in the upper realm is limited. Apart from the room, you can only see mosaics, text and advertisements.”

"...Thank you so much!"

"Not only that, your dream will also be subject to the same restrictions, and can only display mosaics and text in the upper realm."

Upon hearing this bizarre restriction, Meng Lingyi immediately objected.

After checking his phone and confirming it was real, "he" floated in front of the receptionist and shouted angrily, "This isn't fair! Did you even consult the Dream God before doing this?!"

"The Dream Star Lord has also agreed," the receptionist replied.

"Damn it, who the hell is messing with me?! I just unlocked the hospital yesterday! I'm going to go to the hospital and touch the nurses' corpses, I'm going to mess around with Pyramid Head! The story of the Special Containment Team has only just begun! No wonder I felt something was wrong this morning, I thought there was something wrong with my brain, turns out my dreams were restricted!"

Chen Yu stared wide-eyed at Meng Lingyi: "So you already knew something was wrong with the dream? And you're only realizing it now? Are you the temple keeper of the Dream God or the temple keeper of the Foolish God?!"

"What's wrong! The graphics don't matter if you're having fun! Don't you have any self-awareness about how fun your own dream is?!"

"Is it my fault?! If you can't poop, why don't you blame gravity for not getting into your anus?!"

"I am currently a primordial spirit; I don't have that function!"

"Then I wish you to be a primordial spirit for the rest of your life!"

"You fucking meow!"

The receptionist interrupted them, saying, "We're sorry, but that's how it is. The update to the zone lock has already been added to the manual, and there's nothing we can do about it."

Knowing there was no other way, Chen Yu could only leave the hotel with Meng Lingyi and head towards the selection venue.

Yesterday, Chen Yu could still see the surrounding scenery.

But now, all you can see is “路路路路人人人人路路路路房房房路房路人” and a lot of mosaics and advertisements.

Looking at this bizarre world, Chen Yu's murderous intent towards the Longevity State was like the Amazon River overflowing; he didn't want to leave any carbon-based life forms alive. Damn it, I'm going to give the Longevity State Cultivator Management Committee some retribution when I get back!

Filled with resentment, Chen Yu entered the selection venue and saw a scene of "people, people ...

Numerous characters for "person" floated past him, making him dizzy like waves.

Led by Meng Lingyi, Chen Yu finally found a chair with his name on it. After sitting down, he heard someone next to him ask, "Are you Chen Guang?"

Turning his head, Chen Yu saw three words on a mosaic: "Stranger".

“That’s right, fellow Daoist stranger, I am Chen Guang.”

The other person's expression seemed to twitch, but Chen Yu could only see a cube move.

But the other party still revealed a pixelated image and arrogantly said, "I am Shen Lang, a man destined to become a top-tier dream weaver. You should have heard of my name."

After the other party gave their name, Chen Yu saw that the stranger's name above their head had changed to the two characters "Shen Lang".

So we weren't strangers after all.

However, Chen Yu still couldn't confirm whether what the other party was extending was a hand or something else, after all, that mosaic looked too strange.

Upon realizing that Chen Yu had no intention of reaching out, the square face twitched again.

He removed the mosaic and said to Chen Yu, "Don't want to shake hands? No problem, you'll be begging me to later. Wait, what's with that expression? Are you wondering who I really am?"

"Yes."

"Sun Lei never mentioned me?"

"Ah."

"there has never been?"

"Yes."

"hiss……"

The cube-shaped figure covered the mosaic on his head, and after a long while said, "I am Shen Lang, twenty-five years old this year. I am the temple keeper of the Water Deity Star Lord, and also the youngest first-class dream weaver in history. My dreams are widely known in Changsheng Prefecture. Haven't you heard of me?"

"Tianyuan has a regional lock, so you can't see much."

"So that's it."

Handing over a mosaic phone with the word "cell phone" printed on it, Shen Lang said proudly, "This phone contains my previous dreams, which I only show to people I approve of. Sun Lei said your dreams were pretty good, and I played a few myself; they're indeed quite interesting. I'm participating in this competition to find some good dream weavers to collaborate with. Are you interested in joining my team?"

"I have my own team now."

"Disband, then join me. My system is a massive dream world; the servers are already set up and will be completed in six months. I guarantee you'll be promoted to a Level 2 Dream Weaver."

"But we've already finished our dream. I'm here to participate in the selection."

Shen Lang then noticed that the mark Chen Yu was wearing was for a contestant, not a spectator.

After a moment's hesitation, he set aside a small part of his arrogance and asked curiously, "What kind of dream?"

"Journey to the Abyss. There should be a demo available here."

Taking out the judges' phone, Shen Lang saw the pixelated "Journey to the Abyss" on the screen and fell into deep thought.

Can word games really be turned into grand dreamscapes?

(End of this chapter)