My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"Go to sleep." Wayne struck a seductive pose, leaning back like a beautiful woman. "It's still early. You can wake me up after you've finished your business and before you go home."

Hearing these shameless remarks, Chris slammed her hand on the table, clenched her fists, and stood up. "What the hell are you thinking?"

Just as a bloody incident was about to occur inside the department, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in," said Minister Mei.

A girl wearing glasses pushed open the door shyly.

"Excuse me... I'm here to submit my application to join the club."

The girl had braids on both sides of her head, thick bangs on her forehead, and wore her school uniform neatly, looking very simple and unassuming.

"Okay, please hand it over."

Chris had just stood up, so she walked over and took the form from her hand.

As Chris approached, the girl nervously clutched the hem of her skirt.

"Fifth grade, Class B, Camille? Isn't that Wayne's class?" Chris looked at Wayne with some surprise.

Wayne remained lying on his side on the sofa. "Yes, he's a classmate."

Chris had wanted Wayne to give some advice on whether she could be accepted into the club, but then she thought that it might be inconvenient to say some things in front of him.

So she went back and placed the girl's application at the bottom of the thick stack of documents.

Seeing the woman named Camille still standing at the door, looking lost and confused, Chris spoke up:

"We have received your application. You can go back and wait for our notification. The result will be available within a week."

"Okay... okay."

Hearing Chris say that, she could only leave hesitantly.

"I have a feeling that she had something else she didn't say," the minister said, watching her retreating figure.

“If you don’t say what you mean, you don’t have time to guess what people are thinking,” Chris said with some resentment. “Besides, you should at least close the door when you leave.”

Due to her obsessive-compulsive disorder, she had no choice but to get up and close the door again.

On the sofa, Wayne comfortably rolled over.

Actually, if Chris hadn't closed the door, I would have inevitably gotten up.

It's so great to meet someone who shares my obsessive-compulsive disorder about closing doors.

He closed his eyes.

For some reason, I've become increasingly sleepy since the school festival. In the past, I could stay up all night and still have plenty of energy the next day.

But now, I always feel like I can never get enough sleep.

Wayne opened his eyes.

The room was empty and pitch black.

I'm all alone.

Where are Chris and the others? Did they leave me alone in the activity room and go back first?

Strange noises were heard outside the activity room.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

He lifted the blanket and first tested his earth magic.

He summoned another clay figure the size of an adult, and manipulated it to walk towards the door, while he himself moved closer to the window.

The silvery moonlight shone on him, as if coating him with a veil.

The clay figure pushed the door open roughly.

The loud crash echoed far down the quiet corridor.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

The strange noise grew louder and seemed to be moving closer to the crafts department.

It sounded like boiling water bubbling in a pot.

An ominous aura crept in from the doorway.

In the black mist, a flat, two-dimensional image was stuck at the doorway.

That was... a hot pot filled with food?

Wayne rubbed his eyes, confirming that he was seeing a flat image of a hot pot, struggling to squeeze through the doorway.

What is this??

Wayne stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

Could it be that my recent poor sleep quality, coupled with my longing for Earth food, has led to such bizarre dreams?

The flat hot pot, after trying to squeeze in for a long time, seemed to get angry and lowered its head.

He bowed.

From the rim of the pot, the black broth poured out, heading straight for where Wayne was standing.

The black liquid bubbled and bubbled, and everything it touched seemed to be corroded, hissing and emitting white smoke.

Chapter 64 Wayne's peaceful life is long gone.

Right now, Wayne is standing in the craft activity room on the fourth floor of the teaching building.

Facing them was a hot pot monster blocked outside the door.

What kind of unexpected development is this?

"Calm down, this might just be a dream. It's not surprising that anything can happen in a dream."

When Wayne was little, he also had many strange and wonderful dreams like these.

In fact, he has had lucid dreams in which he remained conscious within the dream itself.

Like this: suddenly realizing you're in a dream, and then forcibly turning what was originally a terrifying and frightening nightmare into a thrilling dream of a superhuman fighting against heaven and earth.

I've also tried imagining a certain setting before falling asleep, so that my dreams can continue from that setting after I fall asleep.

He found great enjoyment in the exhilarating feeling of doing whatever he wanted.

But after I grew up and started working, I was so tired every day that I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and sleep soundly until dawn. So I no longer had the time to control my dreams.

"My magic is very powerful!"

He hypnotized himself.

Then, he opened the window and jumped from the activity room, which was four stories high.

A giant, magical earthman caught him and carried him steadily into the air.

The silver moon shone brightly over the entire academy, making it look like daytime.

"Glug glug glug!" Black juice sprayed out from the window of the handicraft department, then slowly condensed and took shape, turning back into that flat hot pot pattern.

If you look closely, you can also see that the pot is full of shrimp paste, tripe, and various meatballs.

“What are you?” Wayne shouted.

"Gurgle?"

The flat hot pot, also standing in mid-air, extended its "hands".

Under the silvery moonlight, the flat, enormous pincers gleamed with a sharp light.

Lobster? Or crab?

Hotpot Monster took a meatball from the pot and hurled it at Wayne.

The image, which was originally flat, suddenly expanded in mid-air, and the dumpling transformed from two-dimensional to three-dimensional.

"I actually wanted to communicate with this kind of thing... I guess my brain hasn't been working properly lately."

He activated his magic, and a brownish-yellow glow suddenly appeared, striking the meatball that had grown larger than his own head.

"boom!"

A huge explosion rang out.

A large amount of soup spurted out of the meatball and sprayed in the direction of Wayne.

"Damn, it's a pissing beef ball!"

He summoned an earthen wall, which blocked his body at the last second.

The soup splattered hard against the earthen wall, continuously corroding it.

Even the giant natives holding Wayne had black holes left on their bodies.

"That was close..."

How could I have such a dream? It's terrifying.

Wayne didn't want to play anymore. This experience had enriched his nightmare material, great.

Based on his experience, telling yourself in the dream that you want to wake up is ineffective if you want to wake up on your own.

The only way to succeed is to commit suicide in a dream.

"As long as I die quickly enough, no dream can hurt me!"

He controlled the giant earthenman, ordering it to slam itself hard into the ground before charging towards the hotpot monster to buy time.

Wayne felt the fierce wind.

He wasn't thinking about anything at that moment.

Because as soon as another thought arises, even if one commits suicide in a dream, the brain will find a reasonable way to continue the dream.

A chill ran down my forehead. The wind had stopped.

A familiar voice rang in his ears: "Wayne, are you having a nightmare? You look like you're in a lot of pain."

It's Chris.

Wayne struggled to open his eyes.

Chris placed her hand on his forehead with a worried expression.

The sun hadn't set yet, and the sunlight streaming through the window was still warm.

"It seems a little hot. I'll have the doctor check if it's a cold," she said. "Now that we're done, let's go home."

……

The Duke of Winchester's House.

Wayne ate only a few bites of dinner before locking himself in his study.

He carefully recalled the strange nightmare.

After the family doctor examined him, the assessment of his health was: there was nothing wrong, it was probably because he had been too tired recently.

Chris felt a little guilty about this, thinking it was because he had used too much energy for the magic he used for the club.

But he knew it wasn't.

Could such a dream be a premonition?

An indescribable sense of unease enveloped me, as if some danger was approaching.

"Can you feel it?"

Before anyone knew it, Xiaobai was squatting down next to the windowsill.

"Was this your doing?" Wayne asked in a deep voice.

"No, it's the power of another world that's eroding this world."

Although Wayne didn't say what happened to him, Little White seemed to know everything about his experience.

"Even if you don't believe it, the collapse has already begun, and 'disasters' will increase." It said indifferently, "Then one day, this world will be distorted to the point where it can no longer be sustained."

"...How could this be so unfair?" Wayne was very agitated.