There was a feeling that everyone was in a drunken stupor, but only He Fei was in the same pain as before he went to sleep.

 

Mu Sichen was just about to save He Fei when he saw Big Sister Su, hotly dressed, come to He Fei’s side; she wiped He Fei’s mouth with a paper towel, softly leaned on him, and asked, “Xiao Fei, why are you in so much pain? Are you not happy?”

 

“I’m dizzy, not happy, vomit…” He Fei painfully dry-heaved.

 

Big sister Su’s face gradually distorted.

 

Mu Sichen understood that this “pillar” was under construction, and the emotion needed was happiness.

 

That was why the butterfly built up so many intoxicating scenes in the dream, so that the person who slept in it wouldn’t want to wake up.

 

But this kind of sleep wasn’t restful at all, and the more you slept, the more tired you got, and eventually you would be like the employee who died suddenly, obviously not working overtime, obviously getting enough sleep, but becoming more and more emaciated, and the cause of death would actually be fatigue.

 

[A painful dream makes you want to wake up, but a happy dream makes you not want to wake up.]

 

But this dream, which brought happiness to everyone, only brought pain to the awake He Fei.

 

He Fei’s foaming at the mouth and dry-heaving were all self-protection; it was the body’s desire for him to be awake that prevented him from indulging in the dream.

 

Mu Sichen felt his body and really touched the mobile phone; having access to the game app made him a little bit relieved.

 

But the “pillar” in front of him was obviously more powerful than he thought; it had gradually formed and started to absorb the emotional energy and soul energy of the people around him. Only using the scanning function may not be able to destroy this half-finished “pillar.”.

 

Mu Sichen saw that the crossaxe in the weapon column was constantly trembling, as if it was angry but also as if it was eager to try.

 

At this time, the cross axe no longer had its original appearance; its handle was shattered and the crossaxe’s head was also smashed flat and became like two pieces of spliced fan blades, each fan blade was one and a half metres long, and the crossaxe’s total length was now more than three metres.

 

If Mu Sichen wanted to use the cross axe, he could only grab the circle in the middle that was originally used to insert the handle. The weapon had became too huge and difficult to maneuver.

 

However, Mu Sichen thought of a good way; he could use half of his mechanical tentacles to tether the Shattered Moon Crossaxe, spinning it like a propeller, and maybe the Crossaxe, which was already level 32, would even be able to take him flying.

 

Now that he saw the cross axe, Mu Sichen smoothly tapped the icon on his mobile phone.

 

Who knew that the crossaxe’s sharp fan blade would slowly emerge from the mobile phone?

 

Mu Sichen hastily retracted the weapon, and the crossaxe unwillingly retreated.

 

It was surprising that he could use the cross axe in a dream; didn’t this mean the battle would be easy to fight?

 

Mu Sichen tried the self sticker placed in the Ability Derivatives section again, and it could actually be taken out as well.

 

Mu Sichen took two Pillar-level self-stickers, which transformed into tattoos spreading from his mobile phone to above Mu Sichen’s arms, and it could be used as long as he moved his mind.

 

The “Pillar” hadn’t yet formed, and its energy source had been found. The “Pillar” range was extremely small, limited to this floor of the office building, and he could also use the crossaxe and self-stickers. It was the first time Mu Sichen had met such an easy target; for a while, he began to wonder if there was a conspiracy.

 

As if knowing his thoughts, the game app customer service sent a message.

 

[Player, please be rest assured, customer service has already informed the player that the power that can penetrate into the real world isn’t strong and can be easily purified.]

 

[Mu Sichen: Yes, I remember you saying that. But it’s too easy to clear, and it’s surprising that I can still use props; it’s just a bit uncomfortable.]

 

Customer Service: [It is the other party who built a semi-formed domain, allowing players to use their abilities within the domain, which greatly increases the player’s strength.]

 

So that was how it was; after getting confirmation from the system, Mu Sichen finally relaxed.

 

It seemed that this really wasn’t a trap.

 

Mu Sichen, who was faced with a high-difficulty game at the beginning, encountered the simple mode and nearly complicated the problem; he didn’t know how to start.

 

Mu Sichen: [What’s wrong with He Fei? Why is it that I don’t have much of a reaction, but he’s dying to get out?]

 

Customer Service: [Hope’s “self” isn’t strong enough to resist spiritual pollution; that’s why he uses painful emotions to avoid pollution. Player only needs to help him increase his “self” power, and he’ll be back to normal.]

 

After quickly confirming some information with customer service in the corner, Mu Sichen kicked a beautiful woman who had touched him and then threw a handsome guy over his shoulder, mercilessly walking towards He Fei.

 

No matter how proactive these fake handsome men and beautiful women in the dream world were, Mu Sichen wouldn’t feel happy; these white flowers and unclothed demons and devils couldn’t tempt Mu Sichen at all.

 

Just when he came near He Fei, he saw Big Sister Su bring the general manager to He Fei’s side.

 

The office had a lot of cubicles; many people in the cubicles indulged in entanglement, completely forgetting themselves. Mu Sichen flashed to the compartment next to He Fei and used the barrier of the cubicle to eavesdrop on the dialogue between the two.

 

“I really can’t do anything with him,” Big Sister Su said, “This person just can’t feel joy; do we have to choose him?”

 

The general manager bent down, pinched He Fei’s chin, and stiffly lifted the man up, looking left and right and sizing up He Fei.

 

“He has a strong energy in him, only a little worse than me. If he can’t be the cornerstone, then it’s going to be me becoming the cornerstone.” The general manager said.

 

They actually wanted He Fei to be the cornerstone. With a little thought, Mu Sichen understood why the general manager wanted to pick He Fei.

 

The main reason was that He Fei was accidentally affected by the octopus doll and had a boost in his spiritual energy. Afterwards, he was awakened by Mu Sichen with a self sticker, and his energy was further boosted.

 

Now that he had become a Hope Dependent, his power had risen even higher. The cornerstones of the “Pillar” were basically all dependents, so of course the general manager would look at He Fei.

 

It was true that He Fei relied on the octopus doll to avoid becoming like the other employees who only wanted to live in their dreams, but there were also people in this company who could resist pollution, which proved that in the real world, people with strong mental strength could avoid being polluted.

 

Originally, He Fei only had to reject Big Sister Su once, and Big Sister Su wouldn’t pester him anymore.

 

On the contrary, due to the influence of the little octopus, He Fei displayed extremely strong mental strength and willpower and was spotted by the general manager, who didn’t even let him go even after chasing him all the way to the dormitory.

 

He really didn’t know whether He Fei was lucky or unfortunate.

 

Over there, the general manager and Big Sister Su were still studying He Fei.

 

Big sister Su said with a face full of humiliation, “Anyway, he definitely doesn’t like women. I seduced him a hundred times last night, and he even bothered me to get him medicine… I’ve never suffered this kind of insult in my life.”

 

“So what does he like? What makes him happy?” The GM asked.

 

“How can I know?” Big Sister Su sighed.

 

The general manager made a move with his hand, and a purple butterfly flew out of his palm; the butterfly gently flew to He Fei’s head and landed on his brow.

 

He Fei’s dry heaving stopped, and a dreamy smile appeared.

 

“Tell me, what do you like?” The general manager asked, “What can make you happy from the bottom of your heart and make you immerse yourself in it uncontrollably?”

 

He Fei “hehehe” laughed, and just as he was about to open his mouth to answer, a silver light flashed vaguely on the back of his neck, and he burst into tears.

 

Seeing this, Mu Sichen decided to step in; he couldn’t let He Fei suffer anymore.

 

He casually grabbed a bottle of beer piled up beside him and poured it down over his head, making himself smell of alcohol and seem very addicted to drinking.

 

Mu Sichen then stumbled to He Fei’s side, carrying the empty bottle.

 

When the General Manager and Big Sister Su saw someone coming, they put away the purple butterfly, let go of He Fei, and took a few steps back to observe Mu Sichen.

 

Mu Sichen reached out and wrapped his arm around He Fei, letting the self totem on his arm press against the back of He Fei’s neck.

 

He Fei’s eyes lit up, and he immediately recognized Mu Sichen.

 

He was just about to say something when Mu Sichen quickly shoved the empty bottle in his hand at He Fei and gagged him, lest he accidentally reveal any information.

 

Mu Sichen pretended to be drunk and came over to He Fei’s ear to succinctly whisper, “Group photo, APP.”

 

After all, they were housemates who had lived together for two years; He Fei immediately understood, pulling out his mobile phone and saying, “Come on, Chen Chen, let’s take a photo.”

 

He pretended to take a selfie but actually clicked on the game app.

 

“You’re not adjusting this filter well; that’s a death angle. I’ll adjust it for you.” Mu Sichen reached out and touched He Fei’s phone, tapping on the weapon bar, pointing at the same constantly flashing gu-n, while pointing to Big Sister Su, who was standing in the corner.

 

He Fei let out a “oh” and chuckled, “You even know how to edit; you made me look so handsome on camera.”

 

After speaking, He Fei quickly grabbed the weapon with his fingers, and a revolver appeared in his hand.

 

Mu Sichen’s phone was in his pocket, and he had already chosen the pickaxe; he was waiting for the right moment.

 

Just when Big Sister Su and the general manager thought that He Fei’s se-xuality was more niche, He Fei’s eyes suddenly became sober, a gu-n appeared in his palm at some point, and he pulled the trigger at Big Sister Su.

 

The bullet accurately disappeared into the center of Sister Su’s eyebrows. This was a dream world, so physical strikes wouldn’t hurt the other party, but the “expulsion” ability could expel the contamination from Su’s body.

 

He Fei was now a level 20 player and had 15,000 energy points, so he didn’t need to use Mu Sichen’s.

 

The system deducted 5,000 energy points from him, and a purple butterfly flew out from Big Sister Su’s brow.

 

Seeing this, the general manager reached out and released a butterfly, wanting to stuff the purple butterfly back into Big Sister Su’s mind.

 

At this moment, the huge crescent moon slayer cross axe spun and struck the two purple butterflies with a heavy blow, fiercely shattering them.

 

Big Sister Su’s eyes were lost in thought, and He Fei shot another bullet; this time only 100 points of energy value were deducted, and Big Sister Su disappeared into thin air.

 

The first shot expelled the pollution from Big Sister Su’s body; the second shot drove her away from the dream world, lest she be controlled by the general manager again.

 

Back in reality, Big Sister Su had been purified and wouldn’t harm their bodies.

 

The Purple Butterfly was shattered by the Shattered Moon Cross Axe, and the general manager was greatly hurt; he spat out a mouthful of blood, gave the two a hateful look, and turned to run into the general manager’s office.

 

The physical strength, speed, agility, and defense of the two men in the dream were all consistent with the game, and their skills had already reached the level of special forces; they easily kept up with the general manager, and at the moment he opened the door to his office, they rushed in ahead of him.

 

Sure enough, a butterfly totem was painted on the ceiling of the office.

 

The almost twisted butterfly wings hung in a semicircle, enveloping a human brain, symbolizing the butterfly’s domination over dreams.

 

“So weak.” He Fei was also someone who had seen the world, and he could tell at a glance that the pillar in front of him was extremely weak.

 

Not to mention the cross axe; even if it was him, a single shot would be able to shatter the pillar and expel this power from the real world.

 

However, Mu Sichen still wanted to keep this pillar.

 

He took out his mobile phone, tapped on a blank book, and with a gentle sweep against the pillar, he included the power of this pillar in the book.

 

A book with a purple butterfly cover was added to the library.

 

After completing this, the entire office building began to shake violently, and this dome began to collapse.

 

Seeing that he couldn’t defeat these two people who appeared out of nowhere, the general manager could only reveal a ferocious expression and said in a vicious tone, “Even if you take away the pillar, so what? As long as I don’t dissolve this dream realm, neither you nor that group of people outside will be able to leave!”

 

The chandelier came down heavily on Mu Sichen; fortunately, Mu Sichen reacted nimbly and dodged the attack in time.

 

“Let’s all die together in the dream!” The general manager laughed harshly.

 

He Fei looked at him a little awkwardly and said to Mu Sichen, “Too pathetic, too weak. I can’t say all those ‘representing hope to eliminate you’ words I prepared.”

 

Mu Sichen spread out his hand; the totem on his right arm was released from his palm and stuck to the ceiling, while the crossaxe was also deeply plunged into the center of the totem, performing the “digging” skill.

 

This dream was dug by Mu Sichen, and the self pillar replaced the previous butterfly pillar, stabilizing the whole dream.

 

The shaking building stopped.

 

“Purify.” Mu Sichen faintly said.

 

The power of the Self Pillar spread throughout the entire dream realm, and the people who were twisted and entangled together enjoying the pleasures of the dream realm suddenly stopped and looked at their surroundings; screams rose and fell.

 

This dream realm had since been occupied by Mu Sichen, and he could evict anyone.

 

“Expel.” Mu Sichen added.

 

The office building instantly became clean; the people caught in the dream world all left, leaving only He Fei, Mu Sichen, and the general manager.

 

He Fei raised his gu-n and aimed it at the general manager, smiling openly, “Come on, let’s see how you’re going to make us die with you.”

 

The overwhelming strength made the general manager give up resistance and kneel heavily on the ground.

 

Mu Sichen came to the general manager and asked, “How did you get this power?”

 

“I just went to a bar and drank a glass of wine called ‘Dream Eating Butterfly,’ and after drinking it, I fell asleep, and in my dream, I signed a contract with the butterfly, and I ……” The general manager’s face revealed a pained look, and his limbs kept expanding like a balloon.

 

Mu Sichen quickly asked, “Where is the bar?”

 

The general manager couldn’t speak at all; he exploded like a bubble, and disappeared without a trace.

 

As if there was a mysterious force that prevented the general manager from telling the truth.

 

Seeing that he couldn’t ask for more, Mu Sichen could only collect the crossaxe and said at the same time, “Sober.”

 

The power of the Self Pillar pushed the two out of this dream world that was about to collapse, and Mu Sichen woke up violently in the lounge.

 

The first thing he did was look at the pillow in his arms; the totem on the pillow had turned into a cartoon cat pattern.

 

The butterfly’s power just disappeared without a trace.

 

Mu Sichen threw away the pillow and saw that the tentacle in his backpack was frantically pressing on his mobile phone, seemingly typing.

 

“What are you doing? Who are you chatting with?” Mu Sichen asked.

 

The small octopus’s tentacles instantly stiffened as if they were frozen.

 

Mu Sichen took the phone and was about to check it when he suddenly heard a scream.

 

He picked up his backpack and rushed out of the lounge, and He Fei saw Mu Sichen giving him a glance.

 

The two of them arrived at the door of the general manager’s office and saw Miss Su kneeling on the ground, screaming loudly, while the general manager was lying on the desk, lifeless.

 


 

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