Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

They became part of the lost heroes, and in the next scene, the assassin was trampled into a pancake by the sheep.

Qiankun glanced back at the tombstone beneath the sheep's hoof, bared his teeth, and accelerated forward.

"Terrible, so terrible." Shedding a few crocodile tears, Qiankun continued leading the flock forward. He admitted that when passing the assassin squad, he was a little frightened by the close-range attack, but fortunately, everything was going according to plan.

He evaded all the assassins' attacks and bypassed everyone's attack range.

This sounds incredibly difficult to achieve, and [Surveying the Universe] isn't a naturally gifted flying swordsman like [Sunken Bikini Bottom]. However, Qiankun found his own path: navigating his flying swords. He planned flight paths, designed the trajectory of each flying sword's flight, found gaps and weaknesses in the enemy ranks, and calculated how to avoid all obstacles.

The trajectory of the flying sword in Bikini Bottom is like a smooth, flowing stream, while Qiankun is like a lightning bolt that leaps and tumbles continuously. The two flying sword methods are very different, but both are very fast, faster than the current players can handle.

“We misjudged the situation. Your uncle’s assassin squad couldn’t handle so many monsters,” Qiankun said, looking at the herd of beasts staring at him. The number of demon goats hadn’t changed significantly. “They only managed to kill six monsters, at the cost of everyone’s lives.”

In the team chat, Qiankun seemed to hear a demon's slow, deliberate whisper, the content of which was far more terrifying than the bleating of a flock of sheep.

“Then let’s wait for them to resurrect, and you can lead the monster horde to charge again. Even if there are only six fewer monsters, it will still be much faster than if we did it ourselves.” Bikini Bottom thought of something and said coldly in the tone his uncle used to use. “After all, he needs to adapt to any situation in order to grow.”

Qiankun shut his mouth, muttering to himself just how vicious the internal competition within the Queen's faction really was. He changed the direction of his flying sword, and heard the game's notification sound of gaining experience. In the eyes of the newly resurrected assassin, the Wind Swordsman, with a sinister smile, led the dark tide of despair down once more.

[Examining the Universe] In the end, he left without taking anything with him.

Kylo stood rooted to the spot, watching the Wind Swordsman's retreating figure, his eyes filled with a dazed look. All around him were the pale tombstones of his teammates; the repeated death penalties had completely wasted hours of leveling. His trembling hands loosened their grip on his weapon, and even a slight breeze made him sway. Confused, his fragile spirit supported his back, numbness fading the bitterness in his chest. Kylo, ​​the Swordsman, felt utterly exhausted; he wanted nothing more than a long, deep sleep.

A waving hand came into Kylo's view. He rolled his eyes and stared at the young man like a zombie.

"...You...came. I...I'm tired...I can't take you anymore."

【The Sunken Bikini Bottom】With tears in her eyes, she tightly gripped Kylo's hands, preventing him from falling.

"I'm late, Uncle Kylo! But I've found the culprit behind this tragedy!"

The flames of resurrection shone in Kylo's eyes; the sweetness of hatred was enough to bring the dead back to life. His gaze flashed, and he coldly snorted, "I will not forget, [Judging the Universe], I will..."

Bikini Bottom broke Kylo's vicious curse.

"Uncle! The important thing is not him, but the person behind him. Everything we've experienced must be an organized and premeditated hostile operation. In fact, Uncle, I arrived late precisely because I was investigating the person behind him."

"That 'Judging Heaven and Earth' is from the Elder Council! This is a provocation from the Elder Council faction! We must strike back hard!"

Kylo Samurai was tempted by Bikini Bottom's offer, but the composed captain dismissed the idea after careful consideration.

"No, our assassin squad has already suffered a significant blow. We should focus on leveling up now and wait until we can make up for our losses before we fight those bastards to the death."

A hero stepped forward.

"I have a way, Uncle!"

Bikini Bottom is all smiles.

"We can retaliate in kind. The despicable Elders' Council can use monsters to kill people, and so can we!"

"You mean..."

“That’s right, that [Judging the Universe] gave me inspiration, because it’s actually the same profession as me. We are magic swordsmen. What the Elders’ Council can do, our Queen’s Guard can also do!”

"Captain, I request to go alone and raise the blade of vengeance against the Elders with my own strength!"

Kailo stared blankly at his tall nephew, his complex emotions turning into pride.

"Cerari, you've grown up. Do what you want to do, don't be afraid, the Queen's Eye will take care of all the consequences for you."

"That's exactly what I've been waiting to hear, Uncle!"

……

An hour later, Dorudo's Elder Council squad was massacred by a maliciously guided horde of monsters, and Queen's Eye personnel claimed responsibility for the terrorist attack.

Based on the suggestion of a younger member of the Elder Council, the Council decided to retaliate against the Queen's Eye in the same way.

The Demon Swordsman player has emerged as a strategic disruptor on the player stage.

The levels of [Sunken Bikini Bottom] and [Judging the World] soared amidst the wails of the enemies.

"Haha, look, they even have to thank me."

Chapter 728 Strange Movement

Passing through the portal and stepping onto the lakeside meadow, the blue dragon Kristor looked around at the familiar scenery and walked towards the figure sitting by the lake.

The other person, dressed in a well-fitting formal suit, looked like a doll tightly bound with strips of cloth. He squatted by the lake, snatching glittering pebbles from his black flesh and throwing them into the lake.

"You knew I'd be looking for you..."

The humanoid blue dragon showed slight displeasure, remembering how the other man had left so casually, leaving behind the message that if there was any trouble in the Dream Game, he should come to him. As one of the server's lead designers, the arrogant and complacent man declared he would never make a mistake and told the other man to get lost.

Lyle smacked his lips, watching the metal fragments sink to the surface of the water, then rise to the surface, carried aloft by the Naslan family's alchemical creation, the Mercury Serpent, which dissolved on its surface.

"You are indeed the best programmer I have ever seen. Well, it's not just because I've only seen you. Your magical programming is really strong... But there are no perfect dragons. Even the best program will make mistakes, and players have a much greater chance of discovering bugs than you alone."

Feeling that he'd be eating dragon's breath if he kept pretending to be a life guru, Lyle turned back to his pastime of feeding snakes, casually asking a question in return.

"So, which part is the problem?"

"The part about the fantasy class you designed, to be more specific, the Wind Swordsman branch of the Spellsword."

Lyle nodded. "So they discovered the joy of flying swords, huh? Unconventional forms of entertainment do indeed cause dissatisfaction among other players..."

Christo didn't continue Lyle's topic and went straight to his report.

"Due to the conflict between the Elder Council and the Queen's faction, the Spellsword class has gained widespread attention, and many players who were initially hesitant have switched to the Spellsword class, beginning their sinful lives."

"I was designing a new map at the time, and the task of overseeing the dreams was handed over to two dream druids..."

Lyle understood what he meant and continued, "Irason is used to slacking off, while Susanna wouldn't bother with something as trivial as this. I've always suspected she's a hidden entertainer too."

Christo sighed, "The two druids' disregard emboldened the Thunderfury player, leading to complaints from disgusting players. Ultimately, their complaints about the massive amount of unread messages crashed the server."

"In an instant, I almost fainted from the mental shock of that level."

Pfft.

Lyle covered Nia's mouth and shoved her into the shadows.

I have deep sympathy for you.

Christo's gaze softened slightly.

"On the first day, the Wind Blademaster used their extraordinary speed to lure monsters and frame other players, making them work for him for free or die suddenly."

Lyle responded. The assessment result: Gatekeeper type player.

"The next day, the Wind Swordsman lured monsters into a horde and attacked the City of Beginnings, triggering a monster siege. This turned the city's guards and new players into their work machines."

Lyle snorted somewhat unhappily. The player was using the AI, a standard operation.

"On the third day, the Wind Blademaster led a horde of monsters to charge at the person standing at the dungeon entrance..."

Splash splash splash splash.

His hand trembled, and metal fragments rained down into the lake. Lyle recalled the ghostly maid Mona's emphasis on the consequences of overfeeding. Varim would excrete excess metal to maintain bodily balance, meaning that Naslan's lakes would soon face heavy metal pollution, becoming a death trap for all life. Worse still, Ariana had just released a batch of coral fish fry out of curiosity a few days earlier.

Lyle couldn't tell whether the players who were attacking the replica of Mr. Raymond's dream would suffer more than himself.

"and then?"

"That person reduced all players within range to the initial level 1."

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief; this was much better than dying in a dream.

"Where did that complaint come from? Shouldn't other players be applauding this outcome for the Wind Blademaster?"

Christo spat, a disdainful look on his face. "The ones who complained the most were the Wind Swordsmen. They were complaining that the power bug was unfairly taking away their normal game gains. They demanded that we restore its level."

Lyle scoffed, "Dream on. Exploiting bugs in the game is the player's right, and punishing players who exploit loopholes for malicious purposes is the administrator's right."

Christo nodded. "I've added aggro mechanics to the monsters. Aggro resets 5 seconds after they go out of range, and excessive damage will transfer aggro. This is fairer to other players."

Lyle stood up, patted his slightly sore legs, and looked away from the bubbling lake, gazing into the distance.

“I understand, but I will preserve the unique characteristics of the Spellsword class. I will not weaken them... At most, I will make the Spellsword an optional item in the job change gift, so that Spellswords can choose a Spellsword with other attributes to start their career.”

Blue Dragon Crystal narrowed his eyes, the tips of his eyelashes shimmering like crystalline dust, making it hard to look away when he squinted. He was very dissatisfied with Lyle's behavior, both before and now. As the executor of the program, Crystal had seen the specific data of the Magic Swordsmen. Magic Sword Awakening had four attributes: Straight Sword, Wind; Rapier, Light; Curved Sword, Ice; and Greatsword, Fire. The different types of Magic Swordsmen determined the four fighting styles of the Magic Swordsmen. Compared to the exaggerated stats of other attributes, the Wind Swordsmen were much more pathetic. He had originally thought that the Wind Swordsman was just a transitional stage for other branches, but now he realized that this bastard in front of him had long harbored sinister intentions. That's right, the Omen Incarnation Lyle Bühler had set the Magic Swordsman's initial weapon as a wind-type flying sword to achieve his current goal: to stir up the chaotic hearts of the players and make the Dream Kingdom he managed even more chaotic.

Damn entertainment people.

With different stances and personalities, Crystal Blue Dragon, whose goal in studying magic is to become the next incarnation of the Magic Network, is undoubtedly a staunch supporter of order and hates disorder and variables... Christo sighed, and the crystal dust drifted into white mist in the air.

“If there’s a next time, I’ll really beat you up, Lyle.” As the maintainer of order, Christo needs to uphold the rules he set, including the fact that dream game administrators have the right to manage their own game content. He has no right to ask Lyle to change his designs. He was the one who agreed to carry them out in the first place. It was his oversight that he didn’t see through Lyle’s little scheme.

Lyle was perfectly aware of the Blue Dragon's inner thoughts; after all, he was the keeper of the five dragons and had a remarkably accurate grasp of each one's personality. Laughing, he patted Christopher on the shoulder, thinking he needed to find an excuse to leave the Naslan Secret Realm as soon as possible; who knew when the water pollution would be exposed?

"Then let's get going without delay. You can set off now, Mr. Blue Dragon. But I understand your professionalism, Christopher. Don't bother me with these kinds of small problems next time."

If Christo hadn't come to report, he wouldn't have been frightened by the player's audacity, wouldn't have overfed the snake, and wouldn't have needed to escape. So, it was all the Blue Dragon's fault, Lyle thought.

“I really shouldn’t have bothered you with such a trivial matter; I know your character.” He raised his hand and slashed straight down, creating a spatial rift between Christo’s fingers.

"It wasn't me who wanted you to go back; I was just passing on a message."

The blue dragon disappeared into the portal, sinking into the water like an exquisite sculpture.

“Susanna sent me a message: a change has occurred in the subconscious ocean of the sleepers.”

"The remnants of the sleeping god, the enemy of all living beings, have made new movements."

Chapter 729 The Child Without Form

Hugh Poonte, the most outstanding soul scholar in the city of wandering, once said, "The deepest part of the dream connects to the door of the soul." Since the development of mysticism and soul studies, scholars have made imaginative speculations about personal dreams and the spirit, and firmly believe that dreams and the spirit are inextricably linked.

They were only half right.

It wasn't until the Lich Andrei joined the Wandering City that the vengeful spirits, skilled in understanding souls, told the scholars that the Land of Souls did indeed exist, but it was a space beyond life and death, accessible only to exceptionally resilient souls. And as everyone knows, the dead do not dream. The Land of Souls is not in dreams, but in another place beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Then the Dream Elves joined the City of Wanderers, and they brought another answer to this question.

The deepest part of a dream is not the realm of the soul, but it is far more dangerous.

The deepest part of dreams is the ocean of the subconscious of the ancient gods who sleep, the dream of the gods, the dream of all things.

Here, it's necessary to emphasize the subordinate relationship between the Sleeper and all things in the world. Based on the various mystical organizations' tracing of the origins of knowledge and skills, they have identified their unified source as the knowledge of the evil god. While this conclusion is somewhat disheartening, all wise scholars tacitly agree that this world, and all things, are creations of the Sleeper, Triton, and merely minor byproducts of his growth. The remnants discarded during his divine development became planets, the diluted "corrupted" blood became water and atmosphere, the dissipated energy became the magical web buried in the earth, and His chaotic thoughts became the dream of all things.