Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

This is your prey, Berserker!

The warrior roared with fervor, his crimson aura spreading outwards as the berserker unleashed his newly learned ultimate skill.

【Revenge Cry】: Captures dead individuals within the skill's range. Each dead individual grants the Berserker one stack of 【Wrath of the Dead】: a significant attack power bonus.

Dorudo consumed the fury of all the fallen warriors, unleashing the wrath of the dead with his battle axe. The power of all the players converged upon him.

He leaped high into the air, like a cannonball, and slammed straight into Amstarang's large eyeball, the core of the BOSS, colliding with the light cannon.

Like a hot knife through butter, the beam of light was extinguished by the aura of blood, and the raised axe blade cleaved into Armstaran's core, penetrating halfway. But Dorudo was not satisfied. Hanging on Armstaran's eyeballs, he released his hands, raised his fists, and slammed them down hard against the exposed axe handle.

[Skill Activation: War Stomp]

[Effect activated: Execute]

The mountain of flesh collapsed.

The murderous intent in Dorodo's eyes vanished, and his clear eyes looked at the decaying flesh beneath his feet. He collapsed to the ground in peace.

The remaining players watched as that robust figure stood atop the Nightmare's corpse, like a rising sun.

"We won!!!"

"We saved the Dream Kingdom!!!"

"And our home!!!"

The disengaged priest immediately chose the nearest resurrection point, jogged back to heal the survivors, and resurrected the dead. The resurrected also joined the victory party, covered in blood, throwing down their weapons and dancing in the mud.

The barrier sealing the dream realm shattered, and the murky mist that had been eroding the dream vanished under Susanna's purification.

Another voice was resounding within Armstarang's body.

"Hmph, well done, but Armstrong, prepare for phase two..."

"Prepare your head!" Lyle pinched Irason's mouth shut, stopping the Nightmare boss Amstarang's energy core from continuing its foolish antics.

Despite being squeezed and forced to pout, Irason continued to argue, "But the BOSS mechanic has two phases... This is the culmination of our hard work!"

"What did you mean by 'labor of love'? It was all designed by me. You just gave me administrator privileges. Get out of my way!" Lyle shoved the green dragon priest's head aside and watched through his magic eye as the players outside cheered and celebrated, immersed in the joy of victory. Lyle was also infected by their emotions and smiled.

"The purpose of the game is to bring them joy and let them showcase the charm of their respective characters; that's enough. The fact that there's still a second phase left means I haven't done a good job of balancing things out. How could I possibly punish them further, Dream Elf Leader?"

The Nightmare Boss Amstarang was Lyle's idea, but it wasn't an initial concept. The ocean of the subconscious did indeed react to the changes in the Emerald Dream, and the evil god did indeed send out the mature form of the Nightmare to destroy everything.

Nightmare crossed the barrier and was immediately noticed by Lyle, commander of the Unseen Children's Legion, and Irassorn, the Dream Walker. Their perception of Nightmare far surpassed that of the Blue Dragon Christo and Nightmare Susanna. Lyle was mistaken for a high-level command tower set up by the evil god, and the vanguard Nightmare directly assimilated with the Unseen Children's Legion. This was inherently dangerous; Nightmare's powerful consciousness was originally stronger than Lyle's, and Susanna's concerns were not unfounded.

However, the nightmare, which was assimilating with Lyle, attracted the attention of the green dragon priestess, Irason. Although the elven dragon priestess was now practically useless, she was still the world's first expert to confront and purify a nightmare. The power of the Dreamwalker hypnotized the nightmare's consciousness, causing it to be devoured by the Legion of the Unseen Children and Lyle in its sleep.

Nightmare was shattered by the combined attack of his traitorous boss and his special forces nemesis, but his skin remained. Lyle, who loved to cause trouble, and the mascot, who loved to bully his subordinates, shared the same idea and teamed up to put on what they considered an epic and hilarious boss battle.

Everyone was happy, but the two of them were even happier.

Irason was still somewhat unsatisfied. Amstarang was a big toy to her; she controlled everything, including the beam attacks. The green dragon priest squatted inside the BOSS's cavity, propping her chin up, seemingly lost in thought.

"Lyle, how are we going to explain this to them when we get out? Are we just going to laugh it off and say it was just a game?"

Lyle's face darkened, and he shook his head in refusal.

"No, I don't know what you'll do, but if Susanna finds out the truth, she'll definitely play some terrible 'games' with me."

Lyle remained resolute, gripping the green dragon priest's shoulders with both hands to coordinate their statements.

"Remember this: we were controlled and corrupted by the terrifying and invincible Nightmare Vanguard Armstrong because of our own carelessness. Fortunately, the Dream Elf players united as one to save us and the entire Dream Kingdom!"

Irason puffed out his cheeks.

"Wouldn't that make me look like a noob?!"

Lyle rolled his eyes.

"Trust me, this makes it more credible."

Chapter 755 The Game Continues

The sound was initially faint, drowned out by the shouts of the crowd. But it carried an undeniable weight, like the crack of an eggshell breaking open, the soft thud of a flower bud breaking free of its calyx. A small yet resolute sound would trigger a response in any healthy ear, so they fell silent, turned, and stared wide-eyed in this direction. Once the other clamor subsided, the tiny sound, like one about to hatch, grew louder, booming like thunder, unleashing a storm in the hearts of the dream sprites.

Dordo slowly retreated, moving away from the source of the commotion. His expression was grave, and his slow steps suggested he was afraid of disturbing something. The exhausted berserker wasn't running away; a surge of new life filled his chest. He retreated slowly, simply to get closer to his shield-wielding brother, to take a suitable weapon from Charis, and to prepare to pounce once more like a wild beast.

Armstrong's body stirred. Within that enormous eyeball, the tearing sounds and trembling of an unknown organization grew increasingly violent, the frequency accelerating until the final rhythm seemed to leap from the heart of an elf.

bump!

The nightmare's corpse opened its eyes.

A sweet scent, the complete opposite of the stench, accompanied by green light, burst forth from the crack, revealing a huge jade crystal before everyone's eyes. The pure gemstone attracted their attention, and in the center of the large jade lay the beauty that the dream spirit had longed for day and night.

"It's Lord Irason!!!"

"She's still alive!!!"

The piercing thorns were faster than anyone else; Susanna dispelled the emerald barrier behind the magic crystal and embraced the seemingly asleep Irason. The armor-less Susanna was smaller than the green dragon priest; she cradled the sleeping man's head, her emerald robes concealing the filth beneath her.

"She's alright, she just went into shock," Susanna announced the good news to everyone after a quick diagnosis.

The leader's safety sparked a small cheer. The Dream Elf players, connecting cause and effect, began to speculate, remaining silent but their eyes gleaming with the excitement of discovering the truth. They had defeated the Nightmare Boss, saved the Dream Kingdom, and rescued their leader; they were heroes, true heroes.

Wriggling tentacles emerged from the other side of the crack. Susanna, seeing the familiar black and red tentacles, remained still, embracing the sleeping elf. Susanna's calm demeanor caused the dream elves to stop moving. They watched as the small, friend-or-foe-like tentacles twisted and changed, finally transforming into the familiar dog manager, the last administrator, Lyle.

Lyle wore a bitter and ashamed expression, and quickly looked away after making eye contact with Susanna. In front of everyone, Lyle looked like a child who had made a mistake.

"It's my responsibility, I'm so sorry. As the administrator, I was negligent and underestimated the enemy, allowing the evil god's malice to take advantage of my weakness. This terrible monster controlled me and even kidnapped Irason, who came to our rescue. We made a terrible mistake, and the administrator's authority was quickly analyzed by the nightmare. I could feel my consciousness being disintegrated. If it weren't for you, all you brave players, Irason and I would probably be..."

Lyle's self-blame left the players feeling terrified. Upon careful consideration of its meaning, the despair of facing the apocalypse just minutes earlier seemed to creep back up their spines, followed by a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal, as well as pride and honor in what they had done.

[So we really did save the world! Even the dog keeper was wrong! Then it must be true!]

Lyle had fooled almost everyone, except for Susanna, whose cold, direct gaze seemed to want to bore holes through Lyle's body. Her tightly pressed lips parted slightly; Susanna was about to ask for details. The invasion of the evil god was of paramount importance, and she couldn't accept Lyle's vague explanation so easily.

Just as she opened her mouth, she heard Irason's soft moans coming from her arms.

The sleeping green dragon priestess awoke, her eyes glazed over as if she had just had a nightmare, and the weakness in her voice gripped Susanna's heart.

"My dear Susanna, it's you?"

Before the elven governor could offer any words of comfort, the green dragon priest clutched his head in anguish.

"Ouch! My head hurts so much! Why does it hurt so much?!"

Irason started rolling on the ground, and Susanna, at a loss, could only try to support her. She was helpless, and whenever she tried to say something, the Green Dragon Priest would start to suffer from the aftereffects of her mental breakdown.

"You handle this, I'll take Irason back to reality to find a doctor!" Susanna hurriedly logged off, and before disappearing, Irason, being carried in a princess carry, gave Lyle a sly wink.

Finally, he'd fooled him. Lyle breathed a sigh of relief, but his gaze inadvertently met that of the gatekeeper angel. The dog-manager's heart leaped into his throat again; this dream avatar of Mr. Raymond possessed immense power. Before the boss battle began, Lyle was terrified, fearing that the nightmare boss, created by the two administrators together, would be instantly killed by the holy light. Fortunately, the gatekeeper had only used the holy light to gamify the nightmare, which suited Lyle's wishes perfectly.

The gatekeeper blinked and vanished in a streak of light.

The crisis is over, but I still need to guard the instance area.

One by one, the NPCs left, and the blue dragon muttered a few words before disappearing into the gaps in the program code. The players stared at Lyle, making no move to leave.

Just kidding, we're going to fight the evil god and save the world. If the admins don't give us some reward, the next second we'll start a campaign to punish them.

Lyle's eyelids began to twitch. Claudia, the dream dragon who had regained her strength and was now wielding a divine weapon, stood before the players. The green dragon, who had turned the tide, was supported by the players, and she seemed to have a strong idea of ​​continuing to beat up the management.

Lyle coughed and pointed to the Key of Ecario in the green dragon's hand.

"That's my sword, and it's still a beta version!"

Green Dragon was also decisive.

"What do you mean 'your'? It's mine in my inventory! If I got it, it's my skill! You'd better hurry up and distribute the BOSS reward, or I'll give you the order, and from now on you'll be haunted by my brothers every night!"

Lyle wasn't worried at all.

"That sword is your reward; the experience and gold coins that follow will be distributed to your account."

"Where's the gear?! Doesn't your boss drop a few legendary weapons on first kill?!"

"Where did this equipment come from? It's not a real boss, it's just an administrator piloting a 'God of Evil' Gundam. Modifying data and issuing experience and gold in the backend must be exhausting." Lyle shifted his gaze and saw Dorudo standing to the side. The Berserker Elder's desperate counterattack caught Lyle's eye, and the final strike sent chills down his spine. This Berserker had truly taken a new step; a new skill from the ancient humans of the Black Dragon Familia had actually been created by an elf. The aura of the Black Dragon behind Dorudo flickered faintly; the arrogant Black Dragon was also vying for benefits for its excellent subordinate.

“Alright!” Lyle activated his power.

Flesh and blood churned, corpses surged, and the Child of the Unseen shed the remnants of the Nightmare, which took shape in Lyle's hands. Using the Nightmare's remains, combined with the bindings granted by the Holy Light, and aided by the Child of the Unseen's assimilative abilities, Lyle crafted a living weapon from the Nightmare's scraps.

Nightmare: Roaring Ripper

Type: Two-handed axe

Level: Artifact

Constructed from a stillborn, nightmare-like fetus that erases consciousness, this living weapon inflicts profound psychological trauma with each attack. It is both a weapon and a séance. The Andrei Séance School is eager to acquire this work of art, especially after learning who its creator is.

Special effect: Portable.

"Dorudo Moonscar, a berserker one in a million, this is what you deserve."

The Berserker Elder stared intently at the gleaming weapon, its sides pulsating like veins, its large central eye still darting about. Holding it in his hand, Dordo could almost hear the battle axe screaming in agony. This poorly designed weapon, however, drew envious glances from everyone, and Dordo himself seemed bewitched.

"So domineering! He's damn cool!"

"I will always love the dream world!"

"Praise be to our Lord! Praise be to Alcalon, the firstborn son of war!"

Lyle tilted his head.

Didn't I distribute this weapon?

Chapter 756 The Internet Age

The administrators assisted players in defeating the first world boss, and naturally, an exciting major update followed. Players, exhausted by the Nightmare boss's nasty mechanics—or perhaps the administrators' malicious intent—needed some relaxation; the despair of being strangled by tentacles needed relief. Therefore, many fun mechanics and new skills were added. These things were hidden in the program long before the Nightmare descended, much like the next version's artifacts unearthed by the Unreal Dream. It's a carrot-and-stick strategy; it has to be said that some of the developers, after abandoning their humanity, have made rapid progress down the dark path.

The generous rewards dropped by the BOSS made everyone feel that the trip was worthwhile. The fact that many Berserker players obtained artifacts further encouraged them. Although some expressed dissatisfaction, the achievement of slaying the god and saving the Lady of Nature made all Dreamland players very proud. The revenge for racial hatred and the supreme sense of honor perfectly satisfied the Dream Elves' spiritual needs, while also making Lyle secretly think that the elves were too easy to deal with.

The Dream Elf was unaware that its standing in the eyes of the Dog Manager had further declined, as they were immersed in the joy of the version update.

The defenders learned the [Riding] skill. Their home kingdom, the knightly kingdom of Deria, was a nation of horses, and the name of knighthood was interestingly reflected in the game. Perhaps due to their own quirky sense of humor, or perhaps out of past resentment, Lyle removed many of the original restrictions on [Riding], thus increasing the defenders' enjoyment. The defenders began riding monsters, landmarks, and companions, especially shapeshifting druids. Although only a small portion of the mounts could be used normally to increase combat power, it didn't stop these riding fanatics from linking their buttocks to the lumbar vertebrae of others. Every day, leaving the towns of the Dream Kingdom, one would see a scene of grotesque, Frankenstein-like figures, reminiscent of the Andrei Necromancers leaving school. The numerous players linked by their mounts were like game bugs stuck together, disappearing into the horizon with a terrifying visual impact, defying the rules of nature, especially when the "pedestal" was a speed-type class like a Windblade—it was truly a nightmare reborn. One can only say that compared to the players' creativity, the evil god was still too pure.

The Windblade, originally a scourge of the game, has become less of a threat in the Dream Realm. However, with the intervention of the Guardian Dragon Claudia and the Illusory Dream, one of the Four Pillars, the Windblade has begun to interfere in reality. The unique talents of the Dream Dragon and the vast knowledge of the Four Elders, along with special techniques like flying swords, are being replicated in the real world. Windblade users are now flying their swords across the real world, with countless Windblade users crashing into trees and falling to their deaths in the upper Dream Forest every day, like dumplings being dropped into a pot. Queen Tiffany of the Elves is overwhelmed by this. She even tried to consult Lyle about Andrei's speed-limiting laws, but ultimately cancelled them due to the difficulty of implementation. The Queen ultimately chose archers loyal to her, and the Queen's Eye Guard's test became shooting down the flying Windblade users with seed-enchanted arrows, although the Queen would have preferred to kill them with iron arrowheads.