Wen Wen picked his nose: "If you say to play a game, and I just play with you, wouldn't that be quite embarrassing for me."
Yan Zu was taken aback; he didn't expect such a response.
"How about this, as long as you agree to my terms, I can release some of the people who have already repented. What do you think?"
Wen Wen thought for two seconds, then nodded at Yan Zu and said, "Alright, it's a deal."
Yan Zu smiled, letting the first batch of people who were drawn into the dreamscape wake up. After doing this, his smile suddenly froze.
Wasn't it supposed to be Wen Wen asking him to agree to the conditions? Why did it turn out that he was the one asking Wen Wen to play the game?
"Two games. The goal of the first game is this person, Gao Fangzhou. I bet he cannot escape from the dreamscape."
"Then I'll be responsible for helping him escape from this dreamscape." Wen Wen raised an eyebrow and said.
Yan Zu nodded: "Exactly."
Wen Wen immediately rejected: "This isn't fair. This dreamscape is your turf. If you seal the exits, there's no way he'd ever get out." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Yan Zu tilted his head: "Then let's both not interfere and see if he can get out on his own."
Wen Wen squinted his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then agreed to Yan Zu's game terms.
"I'll accelerate his dreamscape, so we don't have to wait long for the result. If he can rely on himself to get out of the dreamscape, I can release your 'favored maidservant'."
"But during this time, we shouldn't waste it either. Let's conduct the second game."
"I will tailor a dreamscape for you. As long as you can break out of this dreamscape, I will agree to your conditions to reduce the number of people drawn into the dreamscape, select specific targets only, and lower the dreamscape's difficulty."
"Then get ready... Your dreamscape is about to begin!"
Yan Zu gave Wen Wen a gentle push, and Wen Wen felt his power being stripped away, and in the blink of an eye, he reverted to an ordinary human state.
Then he found himself on a sinister street, with viscous sticky liquid beneath his feet.
Yanzu's voice echoed from the sky: "I forgot to tell you before, since it's a game, there has to be a win and a loss for both sides. If you win, naturally I can agree to your conditions, but if you lose..."
"Then you'll stay here with me forever. I really like your unique and interesting soul."
After finishing, Yan Zu's voice disappeared, and Wen Wen began to perceive his surroundings clearly, marking the start of the so-called second game.
"Sigh... This feeling of being powerless again, it's really terrible."
Wen Wen looked at the ground, where the viscous sticky liquid was half-dried blood, and a woman lay beside him with a chest torn open, its insides hollowed out, her face full of terrified despair.
It seems that this dreamscape tailored for Wen Wen is far from peaceful, and it would be difficult for Wen Wen, with only the strength of an ordinary person, to get away unscathed.
He really didn't want to play any stupid games with Yan Zu, because the so-called game was entirely under Yan Zu's control; the outcome was up to him.
Even if Wen Wen won the two games, the opponent could still refuse to acknowledge the game's results.
But Wen Wen had no choice but to agree, because this was Yan Zu's domain.
Prior to meeting Yan Zu, Wen Wen had already estimated Yan Zu's capabilities to be very high, but after actually meeting him, he realized he had underestimated Yan Zu.
When he was transferred to the café, he hadn't noticed how Yan Zu used his power, which indicated that Yan Zu had absolute strength in this world.
The abilities Wen Wen gained from his Nightmare form were meaningless in front of Yan Zu.
Only by entering the Catastrophe State could he possibly contend with Yan Zu and then flee from there disgracefully.
But achieving his goal that way would be difficult, so Wen Wen participated in Yan Zu's game to buy time.
Before entering the Eighteen-tier Spiral Mountain, Wen Wen had informed the Sand Sea Priest of all his investigative findings.
The Sand Sea Priest was tracking Yan Zu's whereabouts and would surely find a way into this dreamscape once he got the information.
Once he entered the dreamscape, Wen Wen planned to team up with him to confront Yan Zu.
Having met Yan Zu in person and engaged in a series of dialogues, Wen Wen somewhat figured out this guy's character.
Wen Wen had met quite a few Catastrophe Level Powerhouses before, but Yan Zu was different from all of them.
The difference wasn't in strength, but in mindset. Other catastrophe-level experts, despite having deity-like powers, still used human thinking patterns.
Yan Zu, on the other hand, saw himself as a deity from the heart, disdainful of communicating with mortals, hiding in his Divine Realm, wielding his power unrestrainedly.
His feelings toward humans were neither particularly malicious nor benevolent; he simply regarded humans as lesser beings.
This type of person had never genuinely intended to have an equal dialogue with Wen Wen. The so-called game with Wen Wen was just playing around.
"Don't think too much for now, focus on how to get through this so-called game."
Wen Wen gazed at the woman's corpse with a somber expression. Her blood hadn't fully coagulated, indicating the monster that attacked her might still be nearby.
Many monsters are particularly fond of human innards, but judging by the bite marks on the skin and a few remnants of fur, the culprit should be a lycanthrope.
There were several blooded claw marks on the wall, smaller than human footprints, suggesting the lycanthrope's size was roughly human.
If it didn't possess any special abilities, it should be a Calamity Level low-tier lycanthrope.
Calamity level lycanthropes seem frightening and can terrify ordinary people, but their combat power is not significant. Even bereft of his Supernatural Power, Wen Wen still has more fighting capability than Master Ye and can protect himself.
But the problem now is that this custom-made dreamscape for him couldn't possibly have only one low-level lycanthrope.
Wen Wen slightly narrowed his eyes, flames seemingly flickering in his eyeballs. Possessing the Catastrophe State made ordinary monsters lose their challenging aspect, but this dreamscape ignited his spirit.
He took a deep breath and walked to a clean spot, trying to wipe his shoe soles to avoid leaving bloody footprints.
Then he walked out of the alley. What he needed most now was to find some handy weapons for self-defense.
The blade in the collar was suitable for dealing with ordinary people, but against lycanthropes, it was rather inadequate.
The passersby on the road were interesting, mostly looking hurried, with fearful expressions on their faces.
This indicated that everyone in this city was under some sort of threat, and whatever was causing such fear was certainly more than just a single lycanthrope.