The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

The Dream God, also known as the Lord of Ignorance, was initially just a wisp of spirit on the edge of the Dream Abyss, unable even to take human form.

He was too weak, for he did not understand what dreams were, what gods were, and why those creatures who enjoyed the myriad phenomena of the world, the sunlight and the fresh air, had the right to dream at night.

Until one day, he infiltrated a mortal's dream.

The blazing sun, carrying intense heat, was amplified into thick waves of heat by a gentle breeze. What an unfamiliar feeling! Is this light? Bright, intense, illuminating his heart.

But soon, this novelty and joy were overshadowed by the scorching heat, which burned him into a painful fire, making him feel awful, so awful.

But then, a door suddenly appeared before them. It was a very tall door, made of gold and inlaid with various gemstones, which shimmered with dazzling firelight in the sunlight.

What attracted him even more was that a cloud-like mist was wafting out from between the staggered doors, icy and cool, like a gentle hand wiping away the pain brought by the heat.

He pushed open the door, as if he had stumbled into a paradise.

This is a tall building, with four round walls forming a circle. Exquisite pillars support layer upon layer of pavilions, and then, wisps of white mist climb up the carved beams and painted rafters, soaring straight into the sky. Is it cloud? Is it fog? It doesn't matter anymore.

Hanging amidst the clouds and mist are countless precious scrolls of paintings. On the paper from Chengxintang, there are leaping dragons and snakes, towering mountains, rare and exotic beasts, and beauties as numerous as clouds…

In the blink of an eye, those lightly made-up ladies floated down from the painting, their slender waists, full hips and legs, and alluring figures captivating the eye. They danced, swirling among the ethereal clouds, scattering specks of light and dust.

It smells wonderful. The subtle fragrance of perfume blends with the crisp aroma of alcohol, making it intoxicating. Even the God of Illusion is a little tipsy, and all his tense nerves relax at this moment.

He reached out, wanting to embrace the beauty, but the pretty women were not interested in him. Some carried wine, some held flowers, and some carried a precious pot, and they crowded around the host's seat.

Who is it? Who owns this building? The gaze of the illusory god swept through the chaotic crowd and finally landed on a portly man.

He lay on a chaise longue, draped in a woman's dress, his neckline wide open, his clothes disheveled, and his lower body completely exposed. Yet, he seemed oblivious, preoccupied with enjoying the wine and the woman's seduction.

Is this the dream of mortals? Ordinary, even vulgar. Although the scenery is nice, it is beautiful but not enough to captivate the deluded god. He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand why that man is laughing so unrestrainedly.

But just then, the moment the Lord of Ignorance's gaze fell upon that person, that person also looked over. In his expression were surprise, fear, and uncontrollable madness.

The man wanted to come over, but his limbs seemed to go limp. So he half-knelt and half-crawled towards the God of Ignorance. He rushed over and looked up at his god.

His fleshy muscles were piled high, sweat dripping from every crease; his mouth twitched, revealing a gold tooth stuffed with fruit peel; his eyes were brimming with tears, a pool of murky water reflecting the figure of the illusory god.

A body? The God of Ignorance lowered his head. He truly had hands and feet! Hands and feet that could move! A body that could be touched! He had taken human form. He was seen. He stood up, then bent down and pressed down on the head of the man who looked like a dog.

Instantly, the man's expression brightened again, as if he had been favored by a god, both proud and obsequious. He lowered his head and licked the feet of the illusory god with his thick tongue, leaving trails of foul-smelling saliva.

Disgusting, so disgusting. The illusory god wanted to kick him away, but he also felt itchy inside because of the undignified way he was served.

Upon seeing their master's prostrate posture, the group of women wisely swarmed around him, their intoxicating fragrance, ingratiating smiles, and wanton flirting creating a scene too gruesome to behold.

They parted his clothes, caressed his body, and stimulated his nerves with softness and speed. Thus, the illusory god merged into the painting; his body swayed, his consciousness drifted like clouds, like mist…

So this is what dreams are, this is what desire is. Under the constant onslaught, the Lord of Ignorance laughed as wantonly as that man had before. This feeling is so good, so wonderful, he liked it very much.

But the night was too short, and the beautiful dream was fleeting. He wanted to hold onto the feeling, so he lingered in the dreams of all kinds of creatures.

The poor will be given mountains of gold and silver; the hungry will be given delicacies; the unsuccessful will be granted success in their examinations; the frustrated will have their wishes fulfilled...

This feeling was wonderful. Gradually, he seemed to come to understand himself through this feeling. The god who governs dreams is desire itself. Those beings who pray for good dreams offer him their wishes, turning their dreams into a breeding ground for desire.

However, desires are endless. Those wonderful dreams are still too ethereal, food tastes bland, wine doesn't intoxicate, and even beautiful women are just blurry images.

If only he could go to the mortal world and see for himself, how wonderful and carefree he would be if those breathtaking feelings could truly descend upon him.

But he was too weak. Even in human form, he couldn't escape the dark and gloomy Abyss of Dreams. So, his longing for the mortal world turned into a swarm of ants crawling deep within his body, itching, itching...

One day, he found a jar of wine in the deep. He smashed the jar, and found it empty except for a letter of repentance.

He couldn't quite understand the contents of the letter, but it contained a method to remove the Void God from his divine position—an extremely weak, dying body could support the divine core, but a powerful divine core would only cause the vessel to die quickly, except for foxes that can survive even after losing their tails.

Foxes are such wonderful creatures; they can survive even after their tails are cut off, as if they were born for them.

So he escaped from Linmengyuan to lure the fox that could free him, but he was still too weak. Every time he tried to escape, he was struck by lightning from the Wangtian Tree.

But what does it matter? In his repeated escapes, he learned to exchange small mistakes for small punishments. As long as he didn't die, he would always have a chance to escape from here.

The Lord of Emptiness has twelve lightning scars on his body, representing the lives of eight foxes. It is these eight foxes' lives that have alerted the entire fox clan.

There are fewer and fewer foxes in the mortal realm. The ones he occasionally encounters are powerful nine-tailed foxes that are not easy to fool. Failure, failure! Still failure! Returning empty-handed one after another almost made him give up on this plan.

Until that day, a beautiful fox with phoenix eyes came to the brothel.