I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 10 A New Dreamland
July, great heat.

The hot summer is coming to an end, but it is also the season when the sun is at its strongest, accompanied by abundant rain and occasional typhoons.

Fortunately, when it rains, the sun no longer shows its face, but the sultry heat lingers.

On the bus, Wu Shuang looked at the pouring rain outside the window and shook out his already soaked flip-flops.

The rain accumulated in puddles on the street, reflecting the gray sky. There were only a few pedestrians on the street, and a few were hurrying about holding umbrellas. The proprietress of the grocery store yawned and fell asleep.

God's temper has been a bit unpredictable lately. The sky was clear just now, but in an instant it was raining heavily, almost killing him and making him feel like a drowned dog. When he hid in the bus, the rain suddenly It became smaller again, and even the gloomy sky showed signs of clearing up. It felt like God had made a joke.

Wu Shuang stared blankly at the rainy scene outside the car window.

He was originally going to a relative's house for dinner, but not long after he went out, he was caught in the rain. Not only did his shoes get wet, but the white T-shirt he wore was almost see-through and clung tightly to his body.

As a poor boy, he always seems to encounter such bad luck.

Complaining about his luck, Wu Shuang couldn't help but think of that strange dream.

Several days have passed since the strange dream that made his heart beat wildly. He found nothing wrong, and he never had a similar dream again. It was just like an episode in his boring summer vacation.

But everything in the dream is still vivid in my mind, as if I have experienced it myself.

To this end, he also checked a lot of information.

But he was not an expert and could not give any professional answer. He simply felt that the dream did not seem like a dream. However, several days had passed and it had not happened again. He did not continue to struggle with it, but occasionally Will still think about it.

Especially when compared with the current unlucky situation, I can't help but imagine that this will be a golden finger.

In that case, he, a drowned dog, can start shaking.

Perhaps he was infected by the sleepiness of the landlady, so he couldn't help but yawn, his eyelids began to fight uncontrollably, and finally he drooped his head in a daze, and the sound of the continuous rain gradually faded away.
"Mr. Wu Shuang?"

A familiar soft call brought him back to his senses instantly, and he turned his head to follow the sound.

White hair, red eyes, maid outfit, and black stockings!It was the white-haired maid he dreamed of last time.

Wu Shuang immediately looked around. It was the cemetery where he was before he woke up from his last dream. There was even a tombstone with his photo in front of him. Next to it was the huge Western-style classical mansion. Under the dusk, there was only a circle. The moon is high in the sky.

He returned to that strange dream.

And it appeared right where he woke up last time.

Continued!
"This Dream Again"

In an instant, he thought so much that the CPU tended to be overloaded and crash.

However, the white-haired maid didn't pay attention to his expression and just smiled softly.

"Welcome back, Mr. Wu Shuang, do you want to start a new story?"

"new?"

Wu Shuang looked at the white-haired maid and felt that this strange dream was becoming more and more bizarre. Not only was it a continuation of the last time, but it could even continue. He didn't believe it was subconscious.

The white-haired maid stretched out her hand, made a gesture of invitation to the back room, and whispered softly: "The new identity slot is ready, you can start a new story."

"What do you mean the new identity slot is ready?" Wu Shuang did not move, but looked at the gentle white-haired girl in front of him suspiciously.

For the first time, he regarded it as a random dream and played with it to his heart's content.

Now, he had to start doubting this so-called dream.

So real and so clear
"Since the identity you wrote last time and for the first time was marked as dead, before writing a new identity, you need to wait for a certain period of time until the new identity slot is ready. The upper limit of the identities you can currently write is Three.”

The white-haired maid explained.After Wu Shuang heard this, he estimated the time.

In about seven days, the so-called identity slot will be ready, which means that every seven days, he can write a new identity, with the upper limit of three.

But his doubts didn't stop there.

"Why did I have this dream? Or is this dream my golden finger?"

"You can indeed think so."

The white-haired maid gave an answer that made his heart rate rise suddenly.

"You can choose to do nothing and end this dream, or you can choose to participate in the story. It's all up to you."

This sounds like a golden finger, the kind with unlimited flow, which allows the host to clear various dungeons and then obtain various rewards to strengthen himself, but he didn't seem to see any rewards last time.

"What about after the story ends?" Wu Shuang asked with a frown.

"After the story is over, if your identity is still alive, you can proceed with settlement and growth." The white-haired maid stopped after saying this, and kept smiling, as gentle as ever.

Wu Shuang waited for a while and asked tentatively: "Then?"

"Then no."

".All right."

After hearing the answer, he was speechless for a while. If there was no reward, then it seemed okay for him to toss in his dream for a long time just for fun.

Wu Shuang thought carefully.

If this is just a simple dream, where he can experience various stories and identities in an extremely realistic way, just like playing games, with a high degree of freedom and the ability to create various endings, then for him, a game geek, it is Quite a beautiful thing.

so.
"last question."

He asked, looking at the maid who had turned towards the door.

This is a manor built on a hillside. There is a long stone step from the cemetery to the gate of the mansion, and the white-haired maid is standing on the stone step. After hearing his question, she turned around and looked at He was smiling as always. The mansion behind him looked like a giant beast lying prone in the shadows in the dusk, and the full moon in the sky hung just above the head of the giant beast.

"Are these stories true?"

Wu Shuang asked the question that he had been wanting to ask since he woke up for the first time.

However, the maid gave him another answer that was not an answer.

"I am the maid in your dream. I am responsible for everything here, not including reality."

Hearing this, his expression was quite complicated. It felt as if he had said something, but at the same time, he seemed to have said nothing.

Originally, if this had nothing to do with reality, then he would naturally do whatever he wanted, but if it had to do with reality, it would not be fun. Thinking of the terrifying god he saw last time, Wu Shuang could only pray that all this must not be true.

"Do you want to start a new story?" the maid asked again.

"Of course." Wu Shuang did not hesitate for this answer.

If he doesn't start a new story, his understanding of this dream will always stop here. Only by continuing can he understand this dream more deeply, and he can also decide the ending of the story.

Even if it is true, as long as it has a good ending.

"What's the new story?"

　If you think there is something wrong, please raise it and I will try my best to correct it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)