When Qiu Ren opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely dark space.
There is a wooden table in this space, and a lamp on the wooden table is the only light source.
“Welcome…to my realm, what shall I call you?”
A middle-aged man sat behind a wooden table, his cheekbones were slightly higher, his face was grim and grim, and he was wearing a meticulous suit, as if he had been waiting for Qiu Ren for a long time.
“Qiu Ren.”
“Then you can call me Tapir, or Lord of Nightmares, whatever you want.”
The man pointed at the wooden chair across the table and said to Qiu Ren.
“Please sit Mr. Qiu Ren.”
The Nightmare Lord?
Qiu Ren heard the self-proclaimed, and instantly thought of the cube-shaped nightmare seed and the split pupil in the cube.
Is this his consciousness being sucked into that S-rank nightmare seed?
Qiu Ren didn’t think too much and sat directly opposite the middle-aged man.
He looked at Qiu Ren’s calm expression and tapped his forehead with approval.
“What do you want me to do?” Qiu Ren asked.
Qiu Ren was not thrown into the death game of this nightmare copy, but met the owner of this nightmare in person, who presumably wanted something else.
“Your creativity, Mr. Qiu Ren… I feel something complicated in you, but what I value more is your creative potential. Young people’s fantasies are always wild, aren’t they?” The young man said in a low voice.
Didn’t you see my true identity?
Qiu Ren breathed a sigh of relief, but didn’t show it.
“What exactly do you want me to create?” Qiu Ren asked, but he already had the answer in his heart.
“Nightmare.”
The middle-aged man’s answer was also more direct.
“Although we are the masters of this dream space, we do not have the ability to fantasize. Only you humans…there will always be countless wonderful fantasies in your mind, and here I can turn all your fantasies into reality.”
When the middle-aged man said this, he kept clicking his forefingers at each other, like a man who had been thirsty for a long time, looking forward to Qiu Ren serving a delicious meal.
“But to your liking, right?”
Qiu Ren also read books related to dream makers. If it is his own dream copy space, constructing things will consume a lot of dream creation points.
But this is the nightmare space of the Nightmare Lord, Qiu Ren only needs to be responsible for the construction, and the consumption is all borne by the Nightmare Lord.
The premise is that Qiu Ren’s dream is enough to satisfy the Lord of Nightmares.
To put it simply, the master of the nightmare is Qiu Ren’s father of Party A, and to the satisfaction of Party A’s father, Qiu Ren can not only leave this nightmare safely, but also get a lot of benefits.
Not satisfied…
Qiuren probably has no room to consider this possibility.
“I like talking to smart people.”
The middle-aged man tapped the wooden table, and Qiu Ren’s environment suddenly changed dramatically.
In the blink of an eye, Qiuren turned into an arena filled with dust and blood.
Qiuren was in the center of the arena. The wooden table and chairs were still there, but there were two more gladiators fighting to the death on one side of the arena.
They were already dripping with blood, and one of them’s intestines flowed directly from the abdomen to the ground.
“This is my… memory.” The middle-aged man said, “The memory from a long time ago is also the dream constructed for me by the first human dream maker. It is your… senior’s senior.”
The middle-aged man looked at the two gladiators fighting, and took a deep breath, as if he was thinking about something.
“It’s bloody, cruel, and savage enough, but it’s so straightforward that I’ve grown tired of it many years ago.”
The middle-aged man said and tapped the table top of the wooden table again, and the whole scene turned into a closed iron space again.
In this space, a group of people are running away in a panic, and various organs and monsters will keep popping up in the space to kill this group of people.
Qiu Ren recognized this group of people as the death row inmates in the previous prison!
“This is…now.”
The middle-aged man looked at the death row inmates who were running away in a panic and said with a tired look.
“The death traps popping up everywhere, the panic when they escaped really brought me a lot of fun for a long time, but I always felt something was missing…”
“So what do you want?” Qiu Ren asked blankly.
“Your nature!”
When the middle-aged man said this, his voice suddenly became frantic.
“I want to see the most despicable and vicious part of your heart! The indulgence of taking other people’s lives without being restricted by the rules! The conspiracy of unscrupulous means to achieve the goal! The madness of giving up one’s conscience when there is no way out! In the end, it is for the sake of profit. And the greed of betraying one’s close ones! I want all of this…all…”
The middle-aged man said this, his expression became more and more crazy, and finally stood up and his voice trembled slightly, but soon he realized his gaffe.
He sat back in his seat, tidied up his messy suit and tie, and his expression returned to his previous stern expression.
“I want you to build a nightmare that will potentially expose those dreamers to all of the above, a real…nightmare, not these tedious ketchup pantomimes.”
My dear, if these requirements were really put into a movie or TV series, wouldn’t it be a torture drama?
I don’t know if Qiu Ren is abusive or not, but the drama is certain.
It’s a pity that the people who explored in the nightmare copy are not actors, they can’t follow Qiu Ren’s script.
But fortunately, Qiu Ren just has a game rule that can perfectly fulfill these requirements of the Nightmare Lord.
“Then, Mr. Qiuren, can you show me these?”
“Maybe…” Qiu Ren already had a rough plan in his mind.
“So soon? Very good…good! Hope you’re not bluffing, now you’re in charge of this nightmare, I’m looking forward to…you construct a nightmare that’s enough to make my eyes shine.”
The middle-aged man stood up and made a ‘please’ gesture to Qiu Ren.
“How many people can the previous dream copy hold at one time?”
Qiu Ren asked as he looked at the group of death row inmates who were struggling to survive in the death chamber.
“Twenty people.” The middle-aged man said this with a faint joking tone, “This is what your seniors tried to win from me. Of course, you can also reduce the number of people who enter the nightmare at one time, but the premise is… less People are also wonderful enough afterwards.”
“No, I may have to expand.”
The game that Qiu Ren envisioned could not be played by only 20 people.
“Oh? Your seniors have been curbing the number of one-time entry all these years. People outside may be unhappy if you do this.” The middle-aged man’s reminder was kind.
Qiu Ren also understands this, dying in the nightmare world may not really die ~IndoMTL.com~ but the spirit will be severely damaged.
Those condemned to death have to wait a long time before they can go back to their nightmares.
But this Nightmare Lord should be like a human being, and he has to ‘eat’ every once in a while. If he doesn’t get enough to eat, there will be serious consequences.
The two previous dreammakers were considering how to feed the Nightmare Lord with the least number of people.
“Did you cause the negative effects of their death in the nightmare?” Qiu Ren was also trying to negotiate with the Nightmare Lord.
If you think of these death row inmates as consumables, it’s not good to let them consume too quickly.
“Me? I won’t intentionally hurt anyone in the nightmare. They can’t tell the difference between reality and dream, so after they die in the nightmare, their fragile spirit will be hit hard. You can design a safe house like things, let them not be so desperate in their nightmares.” The middle-aged man said.
So it turns out… as long as the nightmare is interesting enough for the explorers, they will also take less damage to die in the nightmare.
“No, I think they will also like the dream I built.” Qiu Ren said.
“Like nightmares?” The middle-aged man chuckled and said, “Don’t you think it’s very contradictory for people to like death?”
“Just watch it.”
Qiu Ren directly kicked out the death row inmates who participated in the death game, and then began to reconstruct the nightmare.
Said to be a reconstruction. In fact, the Nightmare Lord kept backup copies of the original two Nightmare dungeons, lest Qiuren made something not to his taste, and he could go back and taste the old ‘cold rice’.
However, with the gradual unfolding of the Nightmare dungeon structure constructed by Qiu Ren, the Nightmare Lord suddenly felt that the cold rice before was a little off.