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

Chapter 372 Mosaic Can Be This Exciting Too (66)

Under everyone's gaze, Chen Yu felt a great deal of negative emotion.

This place is different from Tianyuan.

The people around me are dream weavers from all over the world, and each of them is an extremely outstanding individual. Otherwise, they would not be able to participate in or lead large-scale dreams and then be evaluated here.

According to the rules, each of the ten judges will submit three shortlisted entries, which will then be presented by the testers at the venue.

Throughout the process, everyone can offer their opinions, which will then be answered by the producer.

Many of the questions are quite tricky and allow for follow-up questions. Producers with insufficient Dao heart may even have their Dao heart shattered by the questions and burst into tears on the spot.

Although it was extremely cruel, Chen Yu could understand why the Dream Star Lord did this.

Various bizarre restrictions turn urban areas into isolated islands, and dream architects from different urban areas may be unable to communicate due to a ban. This kind of selection meeting is one of the few grand events that allows dream architects to gather together and exchange ideas.

In order to make good use of such a grand event, everyone needs to constantly criticize and self-criticize, sparking ideas through mutual exchange, thereby driving the development of the dream.

However, it would be too much for everyone to give their opinions, so the judges need to first select the shortlisted works, and then conduct gameplay and reviews.

The entire process will last about three weeks, which is equivalent to an intensive training camp. No wonder Meng Lingyi kept recommending herself to participate in this selection.

However, Shen Lang only recommended his own work, which inadvertently deprived the two dream weavers of their chance, showing that he would definitely become the target of everyone's attention.

Chen Yu didn't care about this.

It's just a little pressure review, it's okay.

Moreover, the negative emotions in everyone's eyes were so delicious, especially since many of them were Foundation Establishment experts. The delicious negative emotions came one after another, making people feel very happy.

And since everyone's faces are blurred out, he can't see anyone else's expressions, so he doesn't feel anything.

The atmosphere remained strangely silent for a while before the host, smiling, smoothed things over and asked Shen Lang to nominate two more people, thus ending the awkward silence.

However, while the public relations issue has passed, the underlying issues remain unresolved.

Chen Yu could feel the gazes fixed on him for a long time, the scrutiny and deep meaning in their eyes like an invisible burden pressing down on him.

But the ensuing negative emotions made Chen Yu feel that a little pressure was okay.

After a short break, the first round of evaluation began.

In each round of evaluation, one dream will be eliminated. Everyone present has the right to cast a vote for their favorite dream, or to raise questions to other dreams.

The other party's reply will also be one of the judgment criteria. Usually, there are always a few dreams that are unexpectedly selected because of the producer's reply, and they will eventually stand out and get a better ranking.

In the first few dreams, everyone seemed distracted.

This is partly because the dream itself was of mediocre quality, and partly because everyone was waiting for the main event to begin.

Finally, when "Journey to the Abyss" appeared on the screen in front of us, several malicious voices rang out, indicating that they were about to unleash their fury.

Once the test participants officially entered the dream, a guest in the back row raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Chenguang, why do you use text in your dreams? Can't you afford an art director?"

"Because of region locking," Chen Yu calmly replied, "we can only display text."

"Since you knew about the area lock, why didn't you take precautions?" the other party continued to ask. "Since you knew you were going to die, why didn't you bury yourself and your parents together beforehand?" Chen Yu replied disdainfully.

"You... Mr. Chenguang, please answer my question directly!"

"I will not answer any questions that I do not like."

The host stared blankly at Chen Yu, his lips twitching involuntarily.

As expected of the dream weaver recommended by Shen Lang, he's truly unique.

Just looking at the text on the screen did make him feel a little uneasy.

The existence of area locks is a limitation, but luck is also a part of skill.

A good dream architect should anticipate every detail, and prohibitions are part of that; even low-probability events should not be overlooked.

Sitting to one side, he looked at the crowd below the stage, waiting for them to ask even more challenging questions.

Logically speaking, Shen Lang's recommendation had already backfired, and Chen Yu's previous rebuttal wasn't particularly impressive either. Public opinion on "Journey to the Abyss" should have plummeted, and various negative comments would soon follow.

At this point, he needs to demonstrate his skills as a moderator to quiet everyone down so that the discussion can continue.

However, this time, he misjudged the situation.

Aside from the initial few questions, almost no one asked any further questions.

Everyone just stared silently at the mosaic and text on the giant screen, occasionally exchanging a few whispered conversations before continuing to watch.

As the demonstration progressed, they alternated between regret and excitement. Some dream architects even unconsciously took a few extra breaths during the viewing, only to widen their eyes when they saw the bills generated by their breathing.

Turning his head in confusion, the host also looked at the screen, and soon held his breath, his eyes following the tester's movements.

He is also a dream weaver; even if he can only see words, he can fill in some dream scenes in his mind and then immerse himself in them.

The simple and easy-to-understand gameplay allowed him to quickly grasp the game mechanics of the dream world, and the unique gameplay captivated the host. After staring at the screen for a while, he too became immersed in that world where one could sometimes become rich and sometimes go bankrupt, and he felt like one with the tester.

When the big red card appeared, everyone screamed excitedly. Some people started muttering, "Let's go, let's go," while others said with red eyes, "Let's keep going while we're on a winning streak."

Greed and caution were reflected on different people's faces. Even the battle-hardened testers hesitated at this moment and began to think about whether to retreat.

When he finally chose to stay, some began to lament, while others became excited. And when the tester actually opened a golden weapon from the hidden treasure chest, the gasps in the hall reached their peak, and the calls for his retreat grew even louder.

However, an assassin appeared from behind, thwarting all their plans. A sudden flash of sword light severed the tester's arm, cutting off his escape route. Just as the assassin was about to deliver the fatal blow, another wave of enemies appeared, luring the assassin away.

Lying in a pool of blood, the tester stared helplessly at the ceiling, waiting for the opponent to finish him off.

Just as the opponent finished off their opponent and returned to finish them off, the countdown for this level finally ended. The tester, who was right on time, left with the weapon and the big red potion, filling the venue with excited cheers.

The host also breathed a sigh of relief, then realized that he had been drenched in sweat without even realizing it.

Even mosaics can be this stimulating; this dream is amazing!

(End of this chapter)