Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

“Oh, this is a dream clone of Raymond Merlock, the Holy Light Scourge, the Crusader Leader, the King of Ages… and the Dragon Calamity.”

Blue Dragon almost woke up instantly.

"...Battle Royale?"

Chapter 696 The First Dream Copy

As his mind sank into the Emerald Dream, crossing the area enveloped by the dream realm, Lyle saw Irason waving from the spot and Susanna standing quietly to the side.

"Lyle! The dungeon raid was a huge success! Several Druid Elders were completely wiped out by the Dream Pigs!" The Green Dragon Priest chuckled, sharing his delightful surprise with Lyle. Dream Druids can draw power from the dream world, and spending extended periods in the dream realm doesn't drain their energy. Susanna also manages the Elder Council, while Irason lives directly in the game world, acting as a hidden administrator and providing amusement for the other dream elves.

The elven governor, his black visor facing Lyle, greeted him calmly.

"All players have been forcibly logged off, using the excuse that the server administrator wanted to give them a holiday. That's right, using Irason as an excuse."

The green dragon priest paused for a moment, then puffed out his chubby cheeks and lunged at Susanna, who was like a mobile fortress.

"Susanna! How could you do this! I didn't know anything about this! What will everyone think of me?!"

Susanna caught the leaping green dragon priestess with a backhand and hugged her, rubbing her cheeks.

“Ilan, everyone will love you even more. Besides, I didn’t say that you were the one who wanted to ask for leave.”

"Huh? Then why did you say you were using me as an excuse?"

Christo sighed.

"Who else could it be? There are only three of us administrators. Do you think those dream elves would think that I, the Queen Godmother, or you, the leader of slacking off, are the ones who want a vacation?"

As they were talking, Claudia walked over from a distance. She carried a longsword on her back, wore fine leather armor, and had a smile on her face. When she saw Lyle, her eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Lyle! You're here to update the new version?! That's great!!"

Lyle stroked his chin. It seemed the green dragon had been doing well lately, and had learned a lot, even knowing how to cultivate a good relationship with the game designers. Not disappointing her, Lyle handed the template containing Raymond's character information to Christo.

It was still a ball of light, containing ample information, but it still needed the magic master Christo to unfold and construct the framework to adapt to the dream game.

In Christo's words, you need to [decompress].

Christo held the ball of light in his palm, his magic enveloping the nightmare power that Susanna had absorbed, and the roar of lightning was playing. The light was even more dazzling, and his voice was filled with weariness.

"You all need to be prepared. The guy Lyle brought back is a clone of Raymond, the Angel of Light. Anything can happen in front of this representative of the times!"

Susanna crossed her arms in front of her chest, and the Nightmare Druid reverted to its original demonic form. The willow golem, wrapped in black thorns, shielded the green dragon priest and Claudia behind it. Upon hearing Raymond's name, Irason hid behind Susanna like a trembling quail. Claudia, the green dragon, had some reservations but did not refuse the golem's protection.

Lyle remained unchanged; he consciously stood at the front, believing himself to be the most suitable person to face Raymond.

The light receded, transforming into a gigantic figure four or five meters tall. Christo, showing no responsibility as its caster, instantly teleported behind Lyle, the portal beside him still open, ready to be moved again at any moment.

Raymond's clone is a burly angel wielding a flaming greatsword, clad in heavy armor, and with golden wings. His expression is not visible through the helmet identical to Mr. Raymond's. His longsword is stuck in the ground, like a majestic stone statue.

Seemingly lacking language skills, Lyle attempted to communicate, and the angel made a new gesture, patting his own body.

[The angel (Nightmare Power) used "purification" on itself, and the angel (Nightmare Power) became an angel (Holy Light Power)].

The words that appeared above the angel's head silenced the group.

Lyle spoke first.

"what is that?"

"Christopher replied."

"The data representation module I added is a programming language for expressing states, which is easy to understand."

"What I'm asking is, what does this mean? Nightmare Power, is that the basic code of this game? In your words, everything in the Dream Kingdom is built on the foundation of Nightmare Power, right?"

Blue Dragon nodded, looking at the towering angel as if he were looking at a monster.

"Yes... To be more precise, this place used to be a world entirely composed of nightmare power. That's what you brought here."

In her original form, Susanna could only let out a piercing, wild roar, interrupting the two boys' argument.

"He is now beyond your control. If you don't have a better way, I will eliminate him for the sake of world stability."

The angel (wielding holy light) has entered a state of alert; his target of hatred has become the administrator, Ilan, who is the cutest in the world.

Lyle yelled and rushed over.

"Lord Raymond, please have mercy!!!"

The angel's (Holy Light power) hatred has shifted; his target has become the administrator, the wicked Lyle.

The angel's (the power of holy light) hatred has vanished.

The angel (power of holy light) has been reverted to a neutral state.

The angel (wielding holy light) has become friendly.

The crisis seemed to have been resolved much faster than Lyle had anticipated.

Lyle turned his head and looked into Susanna's enormous, monstrous eyes.

"what is that?"

The Nightmare Beast roared.

"Is there a problem with the username I chose?"

Lyle looked at her abyss-like mouth and shook his head.

"No problem, do I have the authority to change the name?"

A flash of golden light appeared, and Lyle's name changed.

[Administrator Little Rascal Lyle has been renamed Administrator Pure Lyle.]

Lyle turned around and saw that the angel's hand had just been lowered.

Irason poked his head out and looked at everyone with a puzzled expression.

"So, why did it turn out like this?"

Christo glared at Lyle, and Lyle glared back without backing down.

"Ask him!"

"do not know!"

Susanna transformed back into human form, glanced at the tall angel behind Lyle, and provided her answer.

"The angel Lyle brought back possesses the power of idealistic holy light. He purified his own existence and the power of nightmares. Now, the power of holy light has become part of the power of the dream realm. This overly powerful NPC can even exercise some of the rights of us administrators. Fortunately, Lyle can still control his behavior."

Christo nodded in deep agreement.

“No problem, it’s realistic. Lyle has already raised his reputation with the Holy Light to Exalted in real life.”

He waved his hand and continued, "Hey, Light's dog manager, may I request to check the data of our new companion? I'm very curious about the abilities he's acquired."

With Lyle's intervention, the angel accepted the blue dragon's examination.

NPC: Angel (Power of Holy Light)

Faction: Holy Light

Tendency: Orderly Good

HP: 99999999 (Maximum license value)

MP (Holy Light Power): ? ? ?

Hazard level:

Passive Skills: Heavy Armor Mastery, Throwing Proficiency, Holy Light Mastery MAX, Suppression MAX, Undying...

Active Skill: Holy Light Power, Purification.

Equipment: Burning Destroyer (Greatsword)

Active effect: Activates administrator privileges to destroy, eliminate, or restore 0-99 units to their initial state. Cooldown: 0.5s.

Favorability Rating: Pure One Lyle: A sworn brother.

The rest of the group: indifferent.

Christo handed Lyle the data and information about the angels.

"This guy is too good for the final boss."

Chapter 697 Collapse of Realms

A tall angel stood on the grass. In the area illuminated by the light, black mist rose from the grass. The nightmare power that had been squeezed out was burned to ashes by the holy light. The withered plants were revitalized, and their tips, still wet with dew, reflected a holy light.

The overwhelming power of the first resident of the Dream Kingdom has left the administrators somewhat conflicted.

Christo offered his suggestion.

"It's still possible to make him the final boss, but we need to impose a series of restrictions and prepare for a plot-driven kill, such as after players reduce his health by one-tenth, the Holy Light's dog administrators will jump out and persuade the final boss to surrender, and so on."

"Are you never going to stop?" Lyle was certain that this was the blue dragon's personal resentment towards him.

“Then could we make angels city guards? Like the guards of the safe zones. That way, they could use authority comparable to administrators to impose the same restrictions on high-level players.” Irason nodded in agreement, having personally witnessed several instances of indiscriminate brawls among Dream Elf players, where the former queen's attempts to stop them were futile. The Green Dragon Priest secretly rejoiced. Once the angels became city guards, hehehe, I'll teach these bad kids a lesson for ignoring me.

“No.” Christo and Lyle answered in unison.

"Why? You're bullying me too?!" The elf's tears flowed like a fountain.

The blue dragon remained indifferent, showing no surprise at the green dragon priest.

“There is only one angel. We need many guards, just to maintain order. A large group of top-level warrior template NPCs is enough. Angels have complete self-awareness. Using such rich behavioral logic data as guards is a complete waste of their talents.”

Lyle continued Christo's topic.

"Moreover, the angel is a clone of Mr. Raymond. We should reduce the ways in which players can interact with him. Otherwise, given Mr. Raymond's personality, he will carry out a terrible crackdown on these annoying newbies. Look at his weapon skills; I've already heard a large group of dream elves screaming in agony."

Claudia's eyes widened as she stared intently at the flaming greatsword in the angel's hand. She glanced at the health bar and skull mark above the angel's head and dismissed the idea.

"How about we make him a humanoid spectacle? An angel of holy light is definitely something new to the sleepyheads who rarely venture out of the Dream Forest. We can organize a tourism project where people can take photos with the angel and collect some data coins."

Claudia stood with her hands on her hips. She was just joking; her brother Christopher was a perfectionist, and she enjoyed watching his embarrassed and contorted expressions.