Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Christo glared at her, and the green dragon grinned happily.

“Let the angels be the gatekeepers of the dungeon labyrinth,” Susanna proposed. “The dungeon area is a key area for us to carry out our duties as Dream Druids in purifying the power of nightmares. Those enhanced monsters possess the strongest nightmare aura, and without our suppression, the dangerous atmosphere within could easily breed new nightmares. I’ve been monitoring those areas, and so far, there are no signs of a nightmare outbreak, but that doesn’t mean that dangerous area is safe. Our players can strengthen themselves by challenging powerful monsters to help us purify the nightmares, but we also need to prepare for the worst. If one day nightmares breed in unseen corners, the dungeon entrance will definitely be the first to fall. That’s the door we’ve built, the point of contact between nightmares and dreams. We need the strongest and most resolute warriors to guard the most dangerous places, and he is the most suitable dungeon guardian.”

Susanna's words resonated with the righteous warriors. This time, without Lyle's prompting, the angel responded to Susanna. A flaming greatsword plunged into the earth, the erupting flames engulfing the dust, and the angel knelt on one knee, accepting the task of guarding the dungeon.

The angel (the power of holy light) has been renamed the Gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper's reputation with Administrator Yilan (who is considered the best in the world) has been raised to Friendly.

The angel's response greatly pleased the Dream Elf's ruler; their shared hatred for the Nightmare brought the two previously hostile consciousnesses into sync. Susanna placed the Green Dragon Priest back on the ground, then walked past Lyle to the gatekeeper.

"Eliminate anyone corrupted by the Nightmare, even any of us administrators."

The gatekeeper raised his greatsword; he understood what Susanna meant.

The gatekeeper's reputation with Administrator Yilan has been raised to "Respect".

Susanna led the gatekeeper to the entrance of the dungeon. Christo was drafting a new announcement about the gatekeeper. Soon, the dream elves would officially make contact with this terrifying NPC. The blue dragon was preparing to issue a warning first to prevent anyone from courting death.

"Lyle, what about the new profession you mentioned before?" Claudia held her dragon priest in her arms, or more accurately, she secured the elven leader's skull under her armpit.

Lyle stroked his chin and looked up at the sky.

"I still need to negotiate with the relevant personnel, just like this time, to allow their dream replicas to enter the Emerald Dream and become professional instructors for players. I am confident that I can persuade them. With just basic information and some gamified artistic processing, I will create entirely new professions."

The blue dragon, who was working, interrupted the conversation.

"Lyle, Alcalon has been looking for you lately, but it doesn't seem to be anything urgent. What have you been up to?"

Lyle nodded knowingly, revealing an innocent smile.

"I understand. I only did the job of a recommender. As for the Black Dragon Clan, it all depends on the ancient humans' tolerance. Once things are settled there, I'd like to start cooperating with the newly formed ancient humans. Berserkers, I'm also very envious of the professions created by the dragon master."

“But before that, Christo, Irason, I need the sole authority of the Dream Kingdom.”

Irason nodded.

Blue Dragon added a sentence when passing the key.

"Be careful, the code inside is the foundation of this world, I won't build it for you a second time."

Lyle nodded in response. Within the Emerald Dream, the World Builder and the Dream Druid, along with his own Nightmare Incarnation, combined to form the fundamental abilities of the dream realm, empowered him, making him temporarily the creator of this dream game. He could freely guide the power of nightmares and manipulate matter and energy within the dream world.

Lyle wanted to prove a hypothesis, and the phantom's tentacles emerged from his sleeve and appeared in his palm along with Nia's.

The power of the community, spiritual analysis.

The Creator's Code, Fear Descends.

When Lyle was writing the dream script for the Flower of Dreams, he used some memory templates preserved from his previous life to save time, including some plot stories from the ACG (Anime, Comics, and Games) world. In other words, part of the dream experienced by the Lich Andrei came from magical knowledge from another world, and because it was a dream, its transcendence of logic could probably be explained.

After that academic gathering, Lyle suddenly had a feeling.

Do I possess the ability to recreate those game characters and skills?

Now, with the help of the phantom to excavate and solidify his memories, and the full support of the dream messenger and the magic network node, he has the power to do so.

Lyle raised his hand, and with a strange feeling, murmured something to himself.

“EX……calibur”.

Destructive light cannons erupted across the land.

Chapter 698 The Heroes of Dreams

Just as Lyle was rejoicing over the miracle in his hands, an even greater miracle was already unfolding in a place he knew well.

The literary society collapsed, and when they stood up, their inner selves had been twisted by an evil god.

They stood up, their eyes filled with terror, and their words were incomprehensible to any lich. A pitiful barrier isolated the literary society from the world.

One of them raised his hand to cover his ears, as if he were holding an airphone. "Ah, looks like I've been arrested. Well, it's okay, I'll find a way to escape. Although they look scary, they're no match for my mad scientist. Oh, by the way, if I don't contact you in thirty minutes, please tell my parents that I love them very much, El Psy Congoo."

An empty space appeared around him.

Even his fellow humans, who were just as terrified as he was, saw him as an anomaly.

"That's... chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)..."

"Hmm, they look like humans, what pathetic humans."

"By the way, we seem to be wearing the same gorgeous clothes as him. What style is it? A retro style?"

"Don't compare me to you fools!"

The lich watching breathed a sigh of relief. The literary society was still the same as before, spouting strange things and fighting amongst themselves, but there were no problems.

Andrei's enforcers began cleaning up the academic gathering venue, and incidentally, they also chased the group back to the castle.

"Don't even think about causing trouble. Get back to your club room, you literature club members."

The noisy crowd did not resist; they murmured amongst themselves, but their actions resembled those of a flock of sheep being herded into the literary society's bubble house.

"We are being held in custody."

Someone in the silent crowd began to speak, habitually adjusting their air glasses, and began to explain like a detective in a mystery.

"Although I hate to admit it, we are in the same situation; they treat us as one of their own."

"Them? What do you mean by 'them'?" A member of the literary club arrogantly crossed his arms, staring coldly at the detective, his tone more like a command.

Some people couldn't withstand the pressure and raised their hands with trembling hands.

“Um…actually, I noticed that the people escorting us don’t seem to be human. They seem to be undead like skeleton liches. So…we must have been captured. We are human prisoners held captive by monsters. Everyone is.”

The room, which had been somewhat noisy, suddenly fell silent, and a sense of terror filled the air. It seemed that the fact that they had been imprisoned by a lich was unacceptable to everyone present.

"No, I don't want to be treated as an experimental subject, I don't want to die!"

Strangely, despite feeling alarmed by the current situation, very few people were actually panicked.

Everyone was filled with trepidation, but they all remained silent; ah, that looked more like numbness.

"Aren't you all reacting to this unusual situation too quickly?"

"It's alright. After all, I've encountered mythical beasts many times and experienced several world-destroying crises."

"Me too, I've had a similar experience."

A group of people nodded in agreement.

One of them was somewhat surprised to find himself surrounded by saviors-like figures, and suddenly he wasn't so afraid anymore.

"Monsters destroying the world is something an ordinary high school student like me could never experience. But, there are even more terrifying battlegrounds than that. Suddenly, I feel like things aren't so bad right now. Women are really scary."

Similar experiences quickly forged a friendly alliance among them; a group of people in the same predicament is the perfect environment for friendship to blossom. Moreover, they looked at each other's handsome faces and silently nodded in approval.

That's right, such a handsome guy! Birds of a feather flock together, we must be partners.

"I understand! This is another world!" A man stepped forward. He was the one who claimed to have saved a world at the beginning. His voice was full of enthusiasm, like a ray of hope. "We, all of us! We must be heroes brought to this other world by the gods to save this terrible world. Although we are currently imprisoned, as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to defeat these skeleton monsters!"

"It's a plot common in fantasy novels, so cliché."

"Furthermore, if such a god truly exists, wouldn't there be far too many 'heroes'?"

They looked around and confirmed the large number of members.

"Isn't it obvious, my companions! This shows that this world is terminally ill, which is why the gods need all of us to work together. So, ego and isolation are not acceptable. We have just arrived in this world and have already been imprisoned. We are already in a vulnerable position, and the only way to change this situation is through unity!"

Forming alliances is undoubtedly a human instinct, but even so, the most compelling evidence for true alliances is still lacking.

“If we are truly heroes, how can we prove it? Given our unusual origins, I am quite certain that we do not come from the same world. How can you expect us to believe that the people around us are not enemies?”

Hero A stepped forward.

"You must have had that dream, right? Maybe it wasn't a dream, but a more bizarre, dreamlike experience."

"The dream of the God of Light descending!"

Upon hearing that name, everyone's face stiffened, as if they had been transported back to an eternal nightmare. That's right, they had all had the same bizarre dream: they were living peacefully in their own world when a knightly figure radiating holy light shattered the void and brutally beat them. Then the world collapsed, and they entered a cycle of being beaten by the glowing knight.

"We... must be the heroes chosen by the God of Light! He descended upon our world and conveyed to us the real mission of saving it. And as you have seen, if we do not obey this mission, our world may also crumble! This is not only about saving this world, but also about saving our world!"

No one refuted the power of the "God of Light," though they were still somewhat unwilling.

"The way you're saying it makes it sound like that luminous god is threatening us. Aren't we the saviors? Why is that god of light beating up the saviors, and doing it several times? Have you misunderstood?"

Such remarks did not resonate much; the group seemed to have become accustomed to the "God of Light's" ravages.

"In our world, the way we traveled was by being hit by a big truck. I could accept being beaten up a few times."

"Oh, sorry, when the God of Light sent me through time, he hit me with a big truck."

"Ha, that powerful god actually knows how to adapt to local customs."

"..."

The exchange temporarily ended, and everyone's eyes shone brightly.

That was the fire of fighting spirit, that was the light of hope.

Let us encourage and inspire each other to fight against the darkness before us.

"Now, we're partners, there shouldn't be any doubt about that!"

"No!!!"

"We are partners of justice! We are determined to eradicate evil from this world! First and foremost, we must destroy these evil liches!"

Chapter 699 The Power of the Hero

Law stood in a corner of Andre Castle, where what had once been a small society's department was now a ruin. Moonlight, filtering through the holes in his iron mask, reflected off Law, one of the Executors' leaders. He stared at the bone fragments scattered in the dust, the sound of his clenched iron gauntlets echoing in the Executors' minds.

His voice was full of uncertainty.

"I received the message from the Literature Club provoking the Gemstone Fan Club ten minutes ago."

"And now you're telling me the Gemstone Fan Club has been wiped out by the Literature Club?"

"That literary club, all talk and no action, but never wins a fight?"