Post-Apocalyptic Survival Modpack

Chapter 142, Section 141: Afterimage

Magical arts allow one to transcend the world.

Wang Ji broke through the world barrier and opened his senses, only to feel a shock to his mind and soul.

One world after another appeared before his eyes. At this moment, Wang Ji had a feeling that he could break through to the world he wanted to go to with just a thought and complete a world crossing.

It was exactly the same scene I saw in the administrative world, where countless beings lived and moved about.

It's incredibly prosperous.

However, Wang Ji sensed something amiss.

As a creator of the world with a higher level of perspective, he could see that the conceptual 'distance' between these worlds was very regular, as if they had been arranged.

In Wang Ji's eyes, the regularity of these worlds was no less than that of each one being labeled with a name like world1, world2, etc., and then arranged according to characters.

There is naturally no "crowding" between worlds. In the spirit world, space is just a concept existing in the consciousness of living beings. There are only "layers" here, and within a layer, there can be countless worlds.

However, there can only be one main world.

This is why people call it the 'main world', and when discussing the map of the various worlds, they basically only talk about the main world.

The eighty million main worlds are actually eighty million 'layers'.

So, is there an 'overall world' here?

Wang Ji was very curious about the structure of this so-called dream world.

On the other side, unlike Wang Ji who was preoccupied with many thoughts, Oswald stood in the void, eyes closed, motionless for a long time. After a while, he suddenly sighed:

"How wonderful!"

He looked up, a hint of rapture on his face.

Is this what the world outside of normal is like?

Wang Ji subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but seeing his expression, he still said, "Normally, that would be the case. When you can travel in the spirit world, you can also cross many worlds."

Oswald nodded: "Just as I thought."

“I thought I would never have the chance to see a second world again. Now that I have fulfilled this wish, even if I disappear... I am not willing to accept it.”

“I saw it, I sensed everything.”

As Oswald spoke, a slight ripple appeared around him.

Wang Ji opened his eyes wide, a familiar feeling arising within him.

This is…

A black dot, seemingly both real and unreal, slowly appeared.

World Singularity?

Boom!
A dull thud reverberated in my consciousness.

Oswald suddenly stopped moving.

Not only him, but the entire world of sorcerers was stuck.

Everything in the world stopped moving, as if time had stood still.

Snapped.

A sound startled Wang Ji, who turned around to see a pair of hands clapping.

Everything around me vanished, the concept of space emerged, and a barrier appeared beneath my feet as a foothold.

"Who?"

Wang Ji asked a question.

"It is rather impolite for a guest to ask the host about his origins without introducing himself."

A voice arose from within, without any distinguishing features, as if Wang Ji himself were speaking to himself in his mind.

"but."

The voice continued, "After all, guests are guests."

Are you satisfied with my hospitality?

Wang Ji asked in confusion, "Reception?"

"Yes."

"I will present you with what you desire most and give you the opportunity to experience it."

Wang Ji suddenly understood something.

So that's how it is. Therefore, according to him, the past few months have been the life he most desired.

This point is indeed undeniable.

But... it seems I can't quite agree with it either.

It always feels a little strange.

"You are one of the more unique individuals I have ever met."

The voice continued, "Dreams are the manifestation of life's desires and longings—you have no dreams, yet you are indeed life."

"But I don't want to investigate."

As they spoke, a figure slowly appeared. Wang Ji looked over and felt that the figure looked ordinary, just like any other human, but he couldn't remember what it looked like at all.

It's like a dream.

Very mysterious.

"You are the creator-level being who controls this dream realm?"

Wang Ji asked a question.

"I?"

The man said, "I am not the creator you speak of, I am nothing, merely a remnant of this dream."

"Its true owner has been asleep and has never woken up."

"But if you want to treat me as 'him,' that's fine too, since we think roughly the same way."

Wang Ji nodded and asked, "How should I address you?"

“The Dream Builder—the master of dreams—once called himself that.”

The figure said, "In our world before, this title was very common; it was a profession. You can call me that too."

"Alright, Dream Builder."

Wang Ji sorted out his thoughts, recalling the scene before he entered this place, as well as the clues provided by the collector.

So, the so-called ability to recreate life in the main world just refers to dreaming?

That was definitely a dream.

A dream created by a creator-level being is very interesting and very real, but ultimately, no matter how real it is, it is still false in essence.

"Your friend is very interesting."

Seeing that Wang Ji remained silent for a moment, the Dream Builder started the conversation himself, saying, "He can almost grasp the essential composition of the world and master the method of creating the world just by glancing at the scenery outside his own world."

"Unfortunately, he doesn't have the authority to create a world here."

Wang Ji looked at the Dream Builder and said, "You're right, but all of this is meaningless, after all, it's just a dream."

"Oh?"

The Dream Weaver's Shadow asked with interest, "How can you be so sure that the experiences here are all fake?"

Wang Ji couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?"

Dream Builder: "Truth and falsehood are separated by a single thought; a dream may not necessarily become reality."

Wang Ji immediately asked, "Do you have a solution?"

"Have."

The Dream Builder spread out his hands, displaying this dreamscape, and said, "When the creators of these countless dream worlds—the true Dream Builders—awaken, they will become real worlds."

"Because their 'information' is still there, they've just lost the medium to carry it."

information.

Upon hearing this word, Wang Ji's mind raced, and he immediately said, "Tell me how to revive the information; you can make any request you want."

The dream architect did not answer directly, but explained: "Everything you experience in your dream has a source, and that is why you can reproduce the shadows of those people."

“The root of their message lies within you; I can sense that.”

After saying all this, the Dream Builder began to answer Wang Ji's question.

"There are two ways. First, leave your dream and world information here. When my true self wakes up, they will become reality along with the other dream worlds."

Wang Ji shook his head, clearly unable to accept entrusting everything to a stranger of the Creator level who was neither familiar with him nor knew his origins, and who was not even lucid.

(End of this chapter)