Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Angels soared into the sky, their burning blades pointing forward, and a divine declaration was issued, bathing all players in light.

"Before you lies the Mother of All Spirits, the Enemy of Life. To draw your swords against her is to pledge your life to death. Countless of you will die in this battle, but you must not fear! For we will win! Justice is with us!"

"Warriors! For the dream kingdom! For your unyielding spirit!"

"Battle! Conquer the World Boss!"

The berserk players charged forward like a reversed tide.

"It has a health bar! We can kill it!"

"Revenge! For those who have fallen!"

"For the Queen!"

"For the first kill achievement!"

Chapter 748 The Unexpected Person and the Strongest Path

Rewind to a few tens of minutes before the players declared war on the world boss Armstrong.

A monster's frantic scream came from the other side of the city wall. Claudia, holding a slender magic sword, slowly brought the gleaming blade closer to the strange man's neck.

It was a huddled creature in the corner, its body covered in pus and reeking of foul odor, barely resembling a human. From its foul center came a hoarse voice, accompanied by sounds of vomiting, as it finally managed to pull itself out of the pus. A pale-skinned man draped in tattered strips of cloth, still emanating a lingering, unpleasant stench.

Claudia, the Emerald Dragon, remained vigilant. It was this seemingly frail humanoid creature that burst forth from the chaotic horde of monsters, crossing her defensive zone unscathed with a speed that nearly prevented her from reacting. Had it not been for the lightning-fast reflexes amplified by her Windblade class, this monster, possibly a Nightmare in disguise, might have truly vanished into the sea of ​​people.

"Who exactly are you?!" Claudia was extremely wary of the prisoner she couldn't see through. At this critical moment, every oversight could lead to the complete collapse of the front line. Thinking of the potential disaster, Claudia's surging killing intent boiled over with her dragon blood.

As the first Spellsword player, Claudia already had a group of followers. After the Windsword players were ostracized, they banded together, and the Green Dragon's special status made her the natural leader of this group. Following Governor Susanna's orders, the Spellsword players were responsible for guarding the western front. Johnny Walker and Flying Beechcraft stood behind Claudia, seemingly guarding her but actually watching the prisoners cornered.

"I'm just an ordinary Dream Elf player, and I'm also a Wind Swordsman..." The man chuckled and raised his hand, a familiar wind elemental magic gathering at his fingertips.

“I hope you’ll reconsider your words. Lies will only lead to disappointment,” Claudia interrupted coldly. As the top magic swordsman player, the green dragon, familiar with the class’s characteristics, saw through his lie. Breaking through that horde of monsters alone was something even she couldn’t do. “High-mobility flying swords don’t mean invincibility. Mastering flying swords requires even faster reflexes and physical agility. A wind swordsman can’t possibly pass through those monsters unscathed. To do that, you’d have to be superhuman.” The wind sword was already pressed against his skin; Claudia could even feel the resistance against the contact. This was necessary. If this was a lurking enemy, decapitation was just the beginning of a battle.

The man lowered his head, rubbing his hair in distress, then his fingers got sticky from the hair and disgusted him.

“Alright, I originally wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but all I got was suspicion and wariness. So I’ll stop pretending. Don’t be scared by my true identity…” He proudly raised his cheeks, still covered in slime, and knelt on the ground, one hand on the ground and the other on his hip. “I am the pillar of the Emerald Dream, one of the four elders, connecting the illusory dream of illusion.”

"Who is that?" Claudia remained unmoved; she genuinely didn't know. The scene became extremely awkward. The man's eyes widened, then he regained his composure, appearing calm and collected.

"Hmm, it's okay. Little Green Dragon is new here, so it's understandable that he doesn't recognize me." He answered in a tone that that of an elder speaking to a child.

The man shifted his gaze to the two elven players behind her.

"You! You must have heard of the Fourth Elder's name! Even the younger generation should know the importance of remembering those who helped them along the way!"

Johnny Walker's nod pleased the man, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Don't be fooled! The Fourth Elder is the Dream Pioneer, a noble and dignified elder! Our mentor, guide, compassionate old man, humble sage." [Flying Bikini Bottom] kept repeating the knowledge he had learned in his Elf History class, pointing disdainfully at the man on the ground who looked like a beggar who had been picked up by a scavenger.

Do you think he has any connection whatsoever with the noble elder?

The illusory dream chuckled at his rebuke, displaying a tolerance commensurate with his longevity, befitting one of the four elders who had already earned respect. The man was currently enjoying the pleasure of teasing a child and shattering their worldview, leaning back and poking the air ten centimeters above his head with his finger. He had figured out a way to prove himself; his hidden personal ID began to surface.

[Lv.16 Magic Swordsman's Dream: 10,000 Words Daily]

Officially, they are considered to be honest and trustworthy people among themselves.

Claudita sighed, sheathed his sword, and spoke to the smug-looking Elder of the Illusory Dream.

"I shouldn't have had any expectations of the world's high-level leaders. But welcome, uh... Elder Dream, every bit of help will make it easier for us to overcome the nightmare."

Johnny Walker's eyes lit up. It seemed that the disheveled and dirty appearance of the illusory dreamer was more in line with the image of a reclusive master in his mind. He warmly helped up the dreamer who was writing 10,000 words a day and asked in an admiring tone, "Master Dreamer, you were able to break through a group of monsters all by yourself with a mere level 16 magic swordsman class without losing any health. Your skill level must be extremely high. Could you teach me?"

[Dream] nodded slightly, looking at Johnny with a hint of satisfaction.

"It's not that my health bar is intact, it's that I'm completely unharmed. If the little green dragon hadn't used a Storm Rising Dragon combo to knock me away and combine it with the monsters outside, I wouldn't have been sprayed with filth by those spitting monsters, and my robes wouldn't have been shredded."

Claudia stood before him, arms crossed, looking down at him without a trace of remorse. In the chaos of the situation, unable to distinguish friend from foe, the Emerald Dragon felt she hadn't done anything wrong. As for the Fourth Elder's disheveled state, well, it wasn't her who was in a sorry state. The forced knockback effect of the Storm Sword Technique was the only way she could control this unknown figure at the time.

"Your equipment's durability has reached zero and is damaged, which means our attack was effective, but your health bar hasn't changed, despite your frail level 16 physique. I'm also very curious about the skills you've mastered, Elder."

"Hehehehehehehe!" The Illusory Dream changed into a new set of robes, tidied his clothes, and the refreshed man exuded a dreamlike and ethereal aura.

[Dreaming of writing 10,000 words a day] I wave my sleeves and strike a pose of aloofness and disdain.

"You're right! As one of the pillars of the Emerald Dream, the passage of time has given me unparalleled insight and a unique understanding of dreams. My perspective on issues is far beyond what ordinary people like you can match, and this dream game is no exception. I have seen through the illusory and superficial surface and analyzed its essence."

"I can confidently say that my understanding of the game is on par with those developers!"

"That is why I have also come to understand an invincible path, the supreme path!"

The path to invincibility, the supreme art. These words echoed in the minds of Demon Swordsman players, inevitably stirring their imaginations. Elder Meng, with his unique understanding of the game, possessed extraordinary strength; he was a Demon Swordsman, and so are we. Now, at this critical juncture of the Nightmare's descent, could this elder, who has devoted himself to the clan, perhaps be about to pass on his painstakingly researched supreme art to us?

We, the Magic Swordsman players? Are we going to make a name for ourselves in the Dream Kingdom?!

Johnny Hogarth prostrates himself in worship.

"Dream Master! Please teach me the supreme art! I don't care about PVP kills or being the top dog or trash; I just want to contribute to defeating Nightmare!"

[Dreaming of writing 10,000 words a day] Shaking head.

“My path is impassable for you. It is the path of invincibility, but also the path of solitude! You do not have the strength to follow it.”

Johnny was disheartened, but he quickly recovered.

"It's alright, Dream Master. Having you, the strongest magic swordsman, is an honor for our magic swordsman family. But could you please explain your supreme path so that we can broaden our horizons?"

“Alright!” [Dreaming of writing 10,000 words a day] said with a serious expression, clearly stating the strongest way of the dream game.

"The most powerful technique in Dream Game is... third-party trainers."

Abbreviation: cheating.

Chapter 749 Dream Dragon Claudia

The enormous pillar of light falling from the sky was like a divine spear that split the heavens and the earth, piercing through the murky sky. The monster horde, its flesh and blood scattered, melted away under this holy light. The gatekeeper's voice echoed in the dream realm, the discomfort caused by the teleportation magic subsided, and the background music that started playing was so exciting that it could ignite the player's health bar.

He was laughing, the immense magical power washing away the filth around him, and the man who loudly proclaimed the path to supremacy felt refreshed. His radiant appearance also startled the onlookers, the magic swordsmen, who only realized after a few minutes that this man was cheating in the game. To be able to openly admit to cheating—they had never seen such a shameless person.

Not only Claudia, the green dragon whose expression clearly showed her disgust, but the other players behind her, the young dream elves, also experienced a collapse of reason and shattered dreams. The boastful news that they were on the same side as the Fourth Elder had lost its value, and the young people were pondering how to conceal the fact that such a tasteless elder was on their side.

The gatekeeper's announcement came at just the right moment, and everyone realized that the final battle was about to begin. Claudia tapped her sword sheath, and all eyes turned to her with a soft clang.

"Alright, let's not dwell on Elder Dream's despicable actions. This is a critical moment of life and death, my friends. We must utilize all available resources, regardless of good or bad; this is a war." Claudia stepped forward, stepping past the overpowered Elder. She was responding to the administrator's call to go to the front lines against the World Boss. Claudia patted the shoulder of [Dream Daily 10,000 Words], her words of encouragement reaching the man's ears. "Someone like you who breaks the game's balance for personal gain would normally be beaten with the most vicious words and the most powerful combat skills. But now, I'm cheering in my heart. Having you is the good fortune of us Dream Elves. Elder, let the Nightmare Boss experience your wickedness!"

Thinking she had left with a cool and collected air, Claudia continued on her way, satisfied.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!!" Claudia turned around angrily and found that the damn cheater had actually grabbed her hair. He had a helpless smile on his face and spoke softly under Claudia's murderous gaze.

"I can't do it. I can't use the modifier on Nightmare." [Dreaming of writing 10,000 words a day]'s fingers slid through the air, tearing away the dream's disguise. In the crack, countless intricate codes composed of magic models shimmered under the magical glow. The randomly set commands caused the man's aura to change drastically: infinite life, zero cooldown time, base attack of 9999. Each modification caused the magic swordsman's pressure to surge, like facing a BOSS, no, like facing despair.

"That administrator successfully lured Nightmare into the trap of order, and I can't let his plan fail. Making the world boss abide by the rules while I cheat and kill him instantly—there's no such thing as a free lunch. It's like a dream; they put Nightmare to sleep, make it abide by the rules, but no one can remind it, because reminding it can break the rules."

The elder's answer disappointed Claudia. She admitted that she had initially had some dark thoughts. Looking at the man's conspicuous LV16, she couldn't help but say, "If this won't work and that won't work, then why don't you use a cheat code and fight alongside us? Do you think you can't fight without a cheat code?"

[Dreaming of writing 10,000 words a day] Without getting angry, he dodged Claudia's retaliatory punch and nimbly jumped to the side. "I'm not afraid of fighting, but I've chosen a better way to break the deadlock."

The elder swordsman looked up at the sky, which had been largely eroded. The filth had been surgically removed by the holy light, leaving only the fragmented sky.

"This dream realm is interesting, those administrators are interesting, and their countermeasures against third-party mods are also interesting." His body began to glow, and tiny specks of light began to peel away from him, forming a verdant ball of light with the title box indicating: [LV100 Supreme Power].

"The way monster loot is distributed is very interesting. It separates the power I used and myself into two separate entities, with the dropped equipment, gold, and experience points all going directly to the attacker. This game even has a personal bank for it!"

"My power killed the monster, my power picked up the loot, my power leveled up."

"I got a level 100 cheat. But I'm still only level 16."

The elf player couldn't help but laugh at the large ball of light beside the Demon Swordsman Elder. "What kind of substitute user is this? Good job, developers! Giving cheaters accounts and implementing a system of account hijacking!"

"Then what better method do you suggest?" Claudia stared at the ball of light, a strong impulse slowly brewing within her, growing stronger with time.

“Experience points can’t be changed, but some things can be traded. I’ve been sweeping through the entire Dream Kingdom with supreme power. I’ve not only adjusted my combat strength, but I can also control equipment drops. You understand what I mean?” The man reached into his pocket, and when he pulled it out, a beam of orange light shot into the sky.

Accompanied by a pleasant, melodious notification sound, Claudia received a trade request.

The elves around swallowed hard. The shouts of battle outside began to rise, but there was complete silence in everyone's ears.

"That light...is it an epic, or a legend...? Could it be...? No way, could it be..."

"A divine artifact?!"

Storm Power - Key of Ecario

Weapon type: Magic Sword

Equipment level requirement: LV100

Rarity: Story item

Active Skill: Storm Awakening. The key to awaken the ancient machine [Final Mech - Ecario] possesses powerful storm power, capable of unleashing three storm impacts on a single target. Each Storm Awakening deals 1000-1200 elemental damage, and deals an additional 20% of the target's maximum HP as damage to boss-level targets.

Passive Skill: Wind Etching Marks - Attacks will inflict a Vulnerable effect on enemies for 5 seconds, reducing their defense resistance by 20%. The effect is doubled against mechanical creatures.

Administrator's message: Key equipment for the next version is currently under development...

Claudia was shocked and agreed to the trade. The strangely styled, completely unsharpened magic sword appeared in her hand, with a rather beautiful hurricane-like effect.

"That Lyle guy didn't slack off at all..."

The green dragon raised its head, about to thank the old man for the gift, when a large ball of green light rushed towards it. A high-pitched chant rang in Claudia's ears; the notes, even more desolate and ancient than elven songs, brought back a familiar feeling.

The dragon language contract flows in their blood, and the guardian dragon and her kin practice it anew.

[Dreaming of writing 10,000 words a day] Satisfying a smile.

"The power of the previous generation of dream dragon, Irason, is the interplay of dreams and awakening. Reality is succumbing, and dreams are being torn apart. The blessings once bestowed upon us by the dragon are now being passed on to her successors. Once again, we return to the wings of hers."

"For us, this is a cheat code."

"But for you, little green dragon Claudia... this is a full-level trial card."

Chapter 750 Things Going Downwards

The crystal-formed platform froze the rotting, twisted flesh, and the power of holy light isolated the corrupted sky. Every breath carried a refreshing magical energy. Standing in this holy land should have brought joy, yet the arm gripping the weapon was so weary. He drew out the last breath from his lungs, straightened his chest with the support of healing spells, and roared a battle cry at the colossal figure before him.