36: Chapter 36 Chen Moxian's Nightmare

Yang Shan was currently feeling quite bored.

After confining Chen Moxuan to the treatment room, he used his Special Ability to enter Chen Moxuan's dream.

He had been full of anticipation, eager to witness what kind of terror Chen Moxuan would be trapped in, but what he saw was a stretch of bland, mundane daily life.

He watched as Chen Moxuan went to school and returned home in a routine manner, then got accepted into an ordinary university.

Soon, graduation approached. He hurried to finish his graduation project and sent out resumes everywhere, searching for a job...

Chen Moxuan's nightmare unfolded like a movie, flashing through these everyday scenes one segment at a time.

But this was vastly different from the scenario Yang Shan had imagined beforehand.

In his mind, Chen Moxuan's dream should have been filled with horror and despair.

Perhaps being relentlessly pursued by some indescribable, bone-chilling terror from the depths of his mind, with every step of the escape accompanied by the threat of death.

Or perhaps witnessing family and friends die tragically before his eyes, scenes dripping with blood, dragging him into an abyss of agony.

At the very least, dreaming of floods, earthquakes, fires, and other natural disasters running rampant, forcing him to constantly flee amidst ruins and calamities—this kind of struggle on the brink of life and death would have been far more interesting than the bland daily life before his eyes.

However, he could indeed clearly sense that Chen Moxuan was deeply entrenched in fear, especially during the time period of Sunday night and Monday.

"This lifestyle pattern looks quite similar to those people before The Great Annihilation Period, the ones called the Nine Spirits Descendants and the Spirit Descendants.

But compared to the daily life of ability-less individuals in the Dazhou Nation, the differences are only in minor details."

"What exactly is he afraid of?"

Yang Shan felt he couldn't understand.

Although he was a Transcendent who Awakened naturally, certified as a Transcendent from birth, his identity was kept confidential until he was twelve, living alongside ordinary people without abilities.

In Yang Shan's eyes, what Chen Moxuan called a nightmare was clearly just the everyday life of ordinary people as he knew it.

Could it be that for ordinary people, merely living was a nightmare?

Then what did the real terror he had seen in other people's dreams count as?

"No good, this is too boring. Need to intervene." Yang Shan decided to spice up Chen Moxuan's dream.

In the current scene, Chen Moxuan was giving a work report in a meeting. Just as he finished and the leader below began to critique his work, a sudden change occurred.

That leader's mouth suddenly split open to his ears, and countless squirming tentacles instantly surged from his throat, burrowing into the mouths, nostrils, and ear canals of the people around him.

In the blink of an eye, those people turned into skin-and-bone mummies, leaving only Chen Moxuan behind.

"Take a good look at this miserable scene around you. Slowly savor the fear of being the only one left, step by step approaching death." Yang Shan watched this scene, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

This horror scene was adapted from a nightmare he had witnessed in someone else's dream not long ago.

In Yang Shan's mind, in terms of scariness and atmosphere of despair, this nightmare segment could rank in the top ten among the many terrifying dreams he had encountered.

But to his surprise, after he intervened in Chen Moxuan's dream, Yang Shan discovered that Chen Moxuan's level of fear had actually decreased!

The next second, he saw Chen Moxuan actually grab a chair from the conference room and hurl it at the indescribable monster.

Even when the monster's tentacles later burrowed into his body, sucking him dry into a mummy, Chen Moxuan's fear level didn't increase in the slightest.

Not only that, he even caught a faint hint of excitement emanating from the other party during the process.

"Seriously? You can actually get off on a nightmare formed by my Special Ability?"

Yang Shan refused to believe it and tried several more times.

He found that, as long as he intervened, Chen Moxuan's fear level wasn't even as high as during those boring daily life segments.

For example, once, when Chen Moxuan dreamed of a school segment, Yang Shan specifically arranged a large-scale escape-and-chase scenario for him.

He tightly sealed off the campus, arranging several 'butchers' with strength ordinary people could hardly resist to act as 'evil ghosts' chasing the students, playing a game of 'ghost tag'.

The time limit was one day, and he set the rule that after an 'evil ghost' killed one person, it couldn't attack the next person for one minute.

This way, for the sake of survival, the students would inevitably fall into a situation of betraying each other.

Yang Shan had put a lot of thought into designing this scenario, One heart wanting to vividly showcase fear-inducing scenes like classmates who spent every day together dying one after another before his eyes, and mutual betrayal.

Chen Moxuan, as the protagonist of this play, naturally had to be kept for last by Yang Shan, letting him slowly savor the fear.

As a result, after With my own eyes witnessing the 'evil ghost' tear his homeroom teacher to pieces, unlike others who were frightened and fled or stood frozen in place, this guy instead observed the 'evil ghost's' movements, trying to find patterns.

Constantly courting death, his mind wasn't on how to escape, but on how to Kill the 'butchers' and overturn the game board entirely.

This exhausted Yang Shan, who kept thinking about how to cleverly arrange things to keep Chen Moxuan until the very end of the game.

"Where does this guy get the confidence to think he can confrontation these monsters?"

In this meticulously orchestrated nightmare performance, he had emphasized more than once that the 'butchers' were powerful to the point of being nearly invincible.

And Chen Moxuan in the nightmare was just an ordinary person, even one with slightly weaker physical strength.

Fire attacks, traps, designing mechanisms, using chemical reagents to create explosions... finding them ineffective, he'd immediately think of the next move, putting into practice every conceivable method as if his life depended on it.

After all this mental effort, Yang Shan felt utterly drained. In the end, until the finale, he couldn't see a trace of despair on Chen Moxuan's face.

Instead, it gave him a sense of exhilarating satisfaction.

Yang Shan couldn't help but wonder if Chen Moxuan simply wasn't afraid of death.

Could his psychiatric hospital have accidentally admitted a real one?

Thinking this, Yang Shan suddenly felt powerless. He So be it gave up on intervening, letting Chen Moxuan's nightmare develop on its own, returning to those plain and unremarkable, endlessly Repeating daily scenes.

Sure enough, he clearly sensed Chen Moxuan's internal fear rapidly increasing, yet the expression on his face remained overly dull.

"This is definitely the most boring nightmare I've ever seen in my dream-weaving career."

Yang Shan's face was full of dislike, feeling utterly tedious. He really couldn't muster the energy to continue observing.

Just not being able to see Chen Moxuan's collapse expression made Yang Shan feel I feel extremely uncomfortable, his Full of expectations but disappointed.

"Hmph, no rush. Tomorrow morning in the treatment room, we'll let him try the power of the Ethereal Spirit Electricity chair. That kind of pain striking directly at the Soul is the real Hell."

A flicker of ruthless passed through Yang Shan's eyes. Gnashing his teeth, he Calculating viciouslyed in his heart, then left Chen Moxuan's dream space.

And Chen Moxuan, within the dull daily scenes, Repeating着 the nightmare that was to him.

...

At dawn, a heart-rending scream shattered the tranquility.

Chen Moxuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with exhaustion. His eyes remained unfocused for a good while before gradually sharpening, slowly regaining some vitality.

Then he discovered he was sitting on a strangely shaped metal chair. Extending from the chair's arms were A series of mechanisms, firmly imprisoned his hands and feet.

Chen Moxuan shifted his gaze and saw another man beside him, They were also firmly handcuffed to the chair..

That man had a metal ring hoop around his head. Inside the ring, electric arcs jumped wildly like snakes, It made a crackling sound..

His body convulsed violently, and he let out Continuous wailing, his voice full of pain and despair.

Judging from the contour of his features, Chen Moxuan recognized this person as the male nurse wearing a mask from yesterday.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

A Dark voice crawl out from the speaker in the corner of the room above.