Around 2pm.

Lu Yiming was sitting on the bed, with an ugly blue cup floating in his hand, and a pile of waste products on the bedside.

He found that except for the knife, anything he made out of blue crystals looked strange.

It's the kind of junk that is sold as handicrafts and the customers don't want it even if they pay for it.

Not enough imagination?

But why is it so smooth to draw the sword by myself?

Is it because that knife is so handsome that it has become fixed in my mind?

And he found that he could not produce the same knife again at the same time.

Lu Yiming looked at the cracked long knife he brought out from the strange train.

The dense cracks seem irregular, but in fact they are very beautiful.

With a little force, it feels like you can pull off a fragment of the blade above.

This long cracked knife made of blue-white crystals is different from the blue crystals made by burning ordinary substances in the composition of the crystals.

But he didn't know exactly what was different.

A bluish-white light lit up in the cracks of the long knife.

Lu Yiming stared at the cracks on the blade, and a strange feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if there was something in this knife that aroused Lu Yiming's emotions, and a strange feeling spread in his heart. This knife seemed to be exploring what Lu Yiming was pursuing deep in his heart.

Lu Yiming seemed to have heard some questions - 'Are you really satisfied with your current life?'

'Not to pursue more?'

'What is your desire?'

How to describe it?

It is an emotional provocation that makes people desire more that is beneficial to their own interests.

Envy or jealousy?

It's somewhat similar, but it feels a little different.

Maybe it should be called ‘greed’.

Money, power, strength, beauty.

For a moment, all the prosperity of the world appeared in Lu Yiming's mind, and then disappeared quietly in the blink of an eye.

The last thing that appeared in Lu Yiming's mind was those gentle, watery light red eyes.

After a long time, Lu Yiming came back to his senses. He flicked the blade of the long knife and said with a wry smile:

"What are you making me think about, you broken knife?"

The long knife buzzed slightly, as if responding to Lu Yiming.

"Will you still respond?"

Lu Yiming was shocked. It was just a weapon he picked out at random, but it turned out to be so humane. Could it be that I am really talented?

Then he glanced at the ugly, strange creations sitting on the bedside...

Forget it, just pretend I didn’t say it.

Lu Yiming waved the long knife gently, blue flames emerged from the blade, and accidentally fell on the bed, scaring him to stop quickly.

Fortunately, whether the characteristics are triggered or not is still within his control.

Otherwise, if the bed is burned down, I won’t know who to cry to.

"Give you a name."

"Let's call you Qianren...forget it, let's call you Qianhen."

...

[Intelligence: 7(+)]

【Strength:6(+)】

[Stamina: 6(+)]

[Agility: 6(+)]

[Note: Adding points to basic attributes may cause corresponding pain. After reaching the racial upper limit, basic attributes will be locked]

There are still 10 available attribute points left.

Lu Yiming gritted his teeth. He encountered too many strange things during this period, which made him feel quite a sense of crisis.

It didn't matter in the past, but now he no longer wants to see the world after death.

If it hurts, it hurts. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. It is best to faint from the pain.

【Intelligence:7→8(+)】

【Strength:6→8(+)】

[Stamina: 6→8(+)]

[Agility: 6→8(+)]

Go ahead! All attributes are 8 points!

About half a minute later, an indescribable pain filled Lu Yiming's whole body.

This time, not only were my muscles sore, but my head was also hurting.

The increase in pain is getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, under the brain's self-protection mechanism, Lu Yiming's consciousness dropped into darkness and finally fell into a coma...

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Magic City, Tianqi Lingjing Company Headquarters, Lingjing Building.

This nearly 700-meter super high-rise building is not surrounded by other high-rise buildings, but a large ecological garden.

As a landmark building in the city, this is actually very unreasonable urban planning, but people don't know why Lingjing Company would put its headquarters in that place.

In an office inside the building, a gray-haired old man was sitting on a chair. He looked not very well and looked tiredly at the middle-aged man standing in front of him.

The two were having a conversation.

"How are the preparations going?" the old man asked.

"We are ready. From 10 a.m. to 8 p.m. tomorrow, we will completely shut down the main server, allowing 'Dream' to update itself and reset those areas where vulnerabilities have appeared after breaking away from the shackles of the group's unconsciousness."

The middle-aged man said.

"What about the demon clan? After the game is offline, if you want to continue to contain 'Meng', you can only rely on them."

"They are also ready. A total of more than 1,000 monsters of different races have arrived in the temporary containment measures."

"Okay, the guild hall is pretty efficient in doing things."

The old man nodded and continued to ask: "Where is the security work?"

"Enough experts have been dispatched from the bureaus in surrounding cities. A total of 50 ability users with spiritual abilities reaching the third stage are commanded by Mr. Shen Zizai. The military has also sent an army to guard the surroundings of the building. New weapons

The layout has been completed."

"The 2-kilometer radius has been completely blocked."

This kind of lineup, which is enough to overwhelm most small countries in the world, actually appears near such a building.

"Intensify patrols and investigate any suspicious people or things in the surrounding area."

"Yes! By the way, Mr. Yun, the United States has once again asked us to share the research data on 'Dream'."

"Tell them to get lost." The old man cursed weakly.

"yes!"

After the middle-aged man left the office, the old man lowered his head, and his old right eye had a reflection that resembled a tortoise shell spinning.

Across the barriers of time, look to the future for answers.

This is a strange art.

About half a minute later, the old man coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of dark red blood from his throat.

The already tired face became even paler.

The old man reluctantly opened his eyes, but he saw nothing. He only saw many evil shadows covering the sky and the sun, destroying the city wantonly.

The location should not be in the Magic City, because he is too familiar with this place.

Why do you see this scene when you ask questions about ‘dreams’?

The 'answer' did not give a detailed time. Although the future is not destined, since it has appeared, it may happen.
To be continued...