Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

I need to keep a close eye on my prey. Rose, that prey, is actually eyeing my body. I feel insulted, so I've changed my plans and decided to hunt her immediately.

I approved Jack's archaeological application and ate him in that underground temple. I took the cross back, drove Rose insane, and filled Duran with hatred, because the abnormal emotions of Earth monkeys would make them more delicious. I ate Rose and staged a car accident. Eating Duran was much simpler; orphans dead, a missing child—simple.

Now, I need to clean up this house and wait for the next batch of food to be caught.

Get rid of all their personal belongings.

I saw that cross, and well, it also helped me a lot as a trigger.

Then, in the way the Kakabala aliens repay, crush it!

Damn! I was careless!

This damn golden cross, an ancient artifact buried 800 meters underground more than a thousand years ago!

It's actually the alarm from the Cosmic Police Giant of Light!!!

Run! ! !

I couldn't escape; a gigantic golden figure appeared before me. I saw the slogan of the Giant of Light within the fragments of the cross.

Where there is darkness, justice will prevail.

Raymond smashed me to pieces, yelling.

"The net of Heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it; you bastard, die!"

……

I woke up, and now I panic at the sight of maple leaves.

I fell from the demon flower. Lyle's smile was sinister and terrifying. This nightmare about the Ellen family had finally come to an end.

I'm sure this is Lyle's revenge on me; I've been beaten up by Raymond four times.

I feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded right now, and I can't tell if it's reality or a dream.

Thankfully, I'm back. This is Andrei. I'm a lich from the Literature Club. I am...

I am……

I am……

Fear crept up my spine as I watched Lyle still smiling.

I muttered to myself, I had forgotten my own name.

"who am I?"

Lyle laughed, and the liches watching the academic gathering from below the stage also laughed; they all had the same expression on their faces.

I looked at my palm.

In my palm, there are red maple leaves and a golden cross.

Crack! The cross shattered.

Lyle and the group of liches burst forth with golden light.

Countless Raymonds filled my field of vision.

I fell into despair.

……

A gust of wind blew by, and the fallen maple leaves returned to the tree.

……

A gust of wind blew by, and the maple leaves watched me grow back onto the tree.

……

A gust of wind blew by, and Raymond watched as the maple leaves grew back into the wind.

……

A burst of %……&￥……％#&……￥ maple leaves.

……

Andrei, at an academic gathering.

Lyle smiled as he explained the images in the developing stone to the group of liches.

"This is a layered dream, a dream within a dream within a dream that I designed. Its logic will gradually evolve and collapse, thereby inducing the dreamer's mind to go deeper and deeper. Please rest assured that layering dreams multiple times like this is a very dangerous behavior. This is a negative example. In the future, the dreams I promote will not exceed three layers, and will never cause the result of not being able to distinguish between reality and illusion."

A lich asked.

"Mr. Plague Doctor, what does this situation represent, and what terrible consequences might it have?"

Lyle glanced at the dreamer from the Ellen family and said with a smile.

"Actually, it's nothing, he's just gone crazy."

Chapter 695 NPC Reinforcements

The withered "fruits" fell from the bud, and Lyle swept them aside, finally calming the malice in his heart. It seemed even the lich's soul had its limits; after receiving a massive influx of memories, they too would fall into a mental coma. Now, the focus was no longer on them. Lyle gazed up at the shrinking creation; the Dream Flower had gathered enough information and was entering another stage of its design—the [Result].

The pedestal upon which Raymond exists will become the fruit of the fusion of soul memories. The spiritual impulses collected from all members of the Literature Club will become the material for Raymond's virtual clone—a spiritual clone that perfectly showcases the Angel of Light's hundreds of killing methods. Lyle is still debating whether it's a waste to let such valuable data become an NPC in the dream game.

Lyle had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, stemming from the collective fear of the entire literary club and the creation of a data entity embodying holy light and justice. It was too late for regrets now, and the dream-making experiment had proceeded perfectly, even the extreme experiments were within his planned scope. Lyle was somewhat smug.

Ha, I've already planned everything. The Lich Bane won't happen.

Andrei possesses a complete system for correcting souls and is skilled at resolving various lich mental symptoms. The Executive Committee controls the punishments for tormenting souls, and they also have a cooperative relationship with the Soul Tower.

The Andrei Code stipulates that if a soul experiences severe mental abnormality, it must be legally considered a separate consciousness from its predecessor, and a series of debts, disputes, and crimes will not be inherited. This was originally a protective measure added after some lich violators "repented." However, some deranged undead cleverly exploit this law, tearing their own souls apart or guiding various forms of mental madness to escape punishment and debts, leaving law enforcement speechless.

Fortunately, Andre has a top-notch psychic practice group that specializes in resolving various mental illnesses. Furthermore, the Soul Tower also stores the mental states of some habitual offenders. When these offenders attempt to evade responsibility by claiming abnormalities in their spirits, the Soul Tower intervenes and restores their mental states to a normal state—a state in which they are absolutely capable of bearing legal responsibility. The only cost is the loss of some recent memories and possessions.

Lyle and Troy had already confirmed that all members of the Literary Society had backups of their normal mental states in the Tower of Souls. Therefore, even if he drove them insane, Andrei had ways to restore them to their original state and make them pay for their transgressions. According to the Literary Society's usual practice, their madness wouldn't last long.

And now, it's still the most extreme situation resulting from my own extreme experiment, and I can bear the consequences.

The experiment with the Dream Flower concluded perfectly, and this psychic creation capable of allowing liches to enter dreams received applause and praise.

Mr. Raymond emerged from the fruit, exuding an air of grandeur and swagger—this was the most authentic state of the dream experiencer.

Raymond nodded, patted Lyle on the shoulder, and walked away with a flourish.

I had a good dream.

The recognition of the Holy Light's calamity drew applause from the crowd, and the Andrei looked at Lyle and the regrown magic flower behind him with anticipation.

"It's time for everyone to experience the dream! Please line up and come one by one!"

Having obtained the valuable data on Raymond, Lyle made final adjustments to the Dream Flower script, ensuring that no lich would experience the torment of the Literature Club. Although the fixed plot was somewhat monotonous, it was enough to soothe the liches' parched souls. When they awoke from their dreams, they would experience some mental disorientation and a slight dizziness, but these were all acceptable.

They won't go berserk, and they won't have a negative impact on Andrei. This is Lyle's assurance to the Dean and the Law School Senior.

Controlling, or even eliminating, the occurrence of the Lich Bane is the responsibility of every member of the Salvation Society.

Lyle considered himself a competent Andrei.

As for the biggest unexpected group that fueled the Lich Bane, please, they're just sitting there like corpses.

Even if he were to wake up, he would only go mad and spout some insane ramblings that Lyle had conceived and made up.

As everyone knows, Lyle is a good person.

After handing over control of the Dream Flower to Mr. Crimson, Lyle stepped into the silver-blue portal with the [Fruit].

In the Dreamwood, in Susanna's Druid Crypt.

shimmering, multicolored crystals floated around Kristor, each containing a spell model. The blue dragon, still in human form, had clearly visible dark circles under his eyes on his handsome face. He saw Lyle enter, his tone tinged with resentment and relief.

“So you do know to come back.” Christopher leaned back against his sister Claudia’s belly, where the scales were softer and felt like stiffer feathers.

Lyle walked into the circle of sleeping green dragons and raised the glowing orb in his hand to Christo.

"I'm back, and I brought what I promised. You've aged so much in just a few weeks, why don't you take a rest?"

Christo gritted his teeth as he looked at Lyle's smiling face.

"You have the nerve to say that? I developed this lousy dream game for you, and you just washed your hands of it and ran off. When I was awake, I was debugging spell models and programming it, and when I was asleep, I had to keep the servers running for over ten thousand people in the dream world. You beast who treats dragons like livestock, I was never this busy when I had multiple jobs in the City of Wanderings!!"

The blue dragon glanced at the sleeping green dragon, and swallowed back the roar that was about to erupt.

Lyle patted the irritable Crystal on the back and shook the ball of light in his hand.

"Here I am, Christo. I have brought you and the Dream Kingdom a turning point. This is the result of the academic gathering I just finished. I came here before the gathering even ended."

Christo stared at the orb of light, sensing that the magic had been repelled.

"What is that?"

"Character information data extracted from the dreams of a group of liches. A self-aware NPC. He will be the first NPC to descend upon the dream realm. After that, a continuous stream of NPCs will descend. They will share your work and work together to maintain the world we have created."

"What the hell? You developed this? What's their action logic? Are you sure you've got the sending and receiving feedback of dialogue information done, and the language library implemented as well?" The blue dragon suddenly uttered a bunch of words that Lyle couldn't understand, leaving the developers of the Dream Kingdom bewildered.

"What are you talking about, Christo? Is creating an NPC really that complicated?"

Blue Dragon looked at him like he was an idiot.

"When I'm programming, you don't look at anything, right? To create lifelike NPCs, you need a database to support it. It requires a complex construction of a series of logical thinking and spell models. Oh, I see, you're not using the arcane spells, right? You're a necromancer. So how do necromancers create NPC modules?"

"Find a living person, copy their soul and personality, fill in a fixed ability character module, and you're done."

"Can you fill in the character information?"

"No, that's your next task."

"...Never mind, you've saved me a lot of trouble. Soul studies are really convenient; perhaps I should ask my father for guidance on séance."

"It's best not to. Teacher Julong is a pragmatist in the art of bone spirit summoning. He only pursues strength, even in terms of the soul. If you go to him, you'll probably get a beating under the guise of teaching."

"The road to learning is long and arduous."

With the help of the Dream Druid, Christo and Lyle delve deeper into the dream world.

Before closing his eyes, the blue dragon asked Lyle one last question.

"You said the NPC modules are copied from living people, right? Then who is the source of this first NPC from the Dream Kingdom? He's the first companion, so hopefully he'll be strong and have more uses..."