Please ask the dream

A pair of eyes slowly opened, and everything in his field of vision seemed a little strange.

"who I am?"

With the return of consciousness, the first question arises.

Yan Qichang is a very strange name, not because of memory loss, but because no one has called this name for hundreds of years.

As the hazy feeling caused by long sleep gradually receded, surprise, shock, anger, panic...

Various emotions appeared on his face, but in the end, they turned into deep helplessness.

"I am turning into..."

"Pah! Why are you pretending to be serious! Do you know how hard it is for me to stay in this crappy place? Get up quickly!"

A familiar face came into his eyes, and Yan Qichang's expression became strange——

"Old guy, are you dead too?"

"Go away! Even if you die, I won't... Well, okay, you are indeed dead." The peeper pinched his eyebrows helplessly, not knowing what went wrong. This guy who came back from resurrection seemed to be missing something. Genji?

But if you think about it carefully, this guy has always been weak. If it weren't for Qingyun's group of moths, he might have been weak.

then……

"What? The top management of Qingyun is absolutely dead?"

"What? My ideal country has become Qingyun's new land?"

"What? There's a little guy in Qingyun who has become the God of Creation?"

"What? I'm not human now?"

Listening to the peeper telling what happened after his "death", the third generation of Qingyun named Yan Qichang was shocked. After a long while, he slapped his face suddenly and said:

"Zhuo! If I had known that if we cleared out all those insects, we wouldn't have such a mess, I would have done it!"

"What are you thinking! If you can do it, you will be polluted by nightmares? Your killing intention is nightmare, and nightmare is killing intention. You think it's easy now because everyone is dead (pun intended), so naturally you don't care!" Peeping The reader suddenly felt that talking to this guy was more troublesome than talking to Feng Xue, but there was no way, who could let the architect, the top combat power of the broken system, have brain problems?

"well!"

"Well, so I'm really dead? Now it's a nightmare?" Yan Qichang looked at the voyeur's lively expression, but then brought the topic back with a straight face.

The peeper nodded, shook his head and said:

"Strictly speaking, you should be regarded as a fantasy creature that relies on self-awareness to maintain its existence. After all, the world's cognitive filter for you is too thick. If you really let them get involved, I'm afraid you will really become the 'God of Qingyun' or something like that. Weird stuff."

"Oh, that means that if I recreate the Utopia, I can become a human again?"

Yan Qichang didn't care about this, but the peeper shook his head and said:

"You can't dismantle the City of Shadows casually now, and there is another process from fake to real. Didn't I tell you just now? It's just the rules laid down by the young man named Feng Xue."

"Oh, so what do I do?"

"..." The peeper understood that all his previous explanations were in vain, and sighed:

"There should be an icon in the upper left corner of your sight. Click it with your mind, and then enter the simulator step by step. However, the simulator of dream creatures is different from that of real creatures. We are similar to the ones who went from asking the mind to the creator in the past. It is a materialized simulation of the process, and Dream Resident seems to be a simulation similar to 'living as a resident of the real world'. It is said that you can become a real existence in the real world by going from the lowest difficulty all the way to the highest difficulty."

"Oh! When the time comes, you can run the human simulation again, and then you can go to the outer world and play that creation game, right?"

Yan Qichang nodded excitedly. The peeper felt a little depressed for a moment. Is this the point?

"Forget it, anyway, the time I can stay in the dreamland is almost up. The rest will wait until you come to the real world! Now everything is waiting for you, don't be lazy, hurry up and come over to help!"

After saying that, the peeper screeched and disappeared. Yan Qichang laughed when he saw this and said to himself:

"At first glance, it sounds like trivial problems that don't matter much. I've been busy for two hundred years, and I still can't relax?"

But immediately, he shook his head again:

"The Dreamland still looks the same. Anyway, let's take a look at the new things this young man has come up with!"

Thinking of this, he was too lazy to move around, so he just found a place to sit down, consciously clicked on the icon, and a pop-up window popped up——

[It is detected that this is your first time to simulate. Do you want to start the tutorial? 】

【What the hell? 】

Yan Qichang's first reaction was not to, but he immediately regretted it, but this thing is mind control. When he regretted it, the tutorial was gone, and the only thing left was a questionnaire——

"Time of birth? My birth date is 241 in the New Calendar?"

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

"Where are you from? No need to ask, Qingyun!"

"Family background? You want to ask such a detailed question? I come from an ordinary working class family..."

"Why do you still have to fill in the gender? What all this nonsense?"

Yan Qichang finally filled out the long and smelly questionnaire, and a line of text appeared——

[Simulation starts, importing, please do not resist...]

"Resist? What resistance...fuck!"

Accompanied by the dizziness that felt like being thrown into a toilet, Yan Qichang suddenly shuddered. He found that he was lying on the crib at this time, and a line of text appeared in his mind -

[1-1, you were born in an ordinary working-class family. When you were born, more than ten years had passed since the Third World War. The first generation of Qingyun Creator had just passed away. Although the second generation of Creator was committed to solving the chronic disease, Qingyun still started the Creator Training Program. ]

"They can train a Jill!" As he read the text, Yan Qichang immediately recalled his experience when he was young.

There was indeed a vigorous Creator Training Program in those days, but the existence of Creators is an irreplaceable miracle. Relying on concentrated training, they are just a group of dreamers with little combat experience. They can barely be stronger than the new generation of Hongying, but it is also limited. If they really fight, they may not be able to beat the war architects who have experienced the baptism of war.

Although I understand the hint here, it is probably to show enough "talent" to attract official attention and enter the Creator Training Program, but Yan Qichang doesn't have that mind. Although it is a simulation, this feeling of returning to youth must be experienced!

Well, there is actually nothing good to experience about babies.

But...

"I am the Creator!"

Accompanied by the rhythm of G·I particles, the illusory coat wrapped the less than two-year-old baby. The experienced Yan Qichang left an imaginary clone on the bed, and then put on an exoskeleton armor that looked like an adult, and flipped out of the window...