When Qiu Ren opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely dark space.

There is a wooden table in this space, and a desk lamp on the wooden table is the only light source.

"Welcome... to my field, what should I call you?"

A middle-aged man sat behind the wooden table. His cheekbones were slightly tall, his face was gloomy and cold, and he was wearing a meticulous suit. His posture seemed to be waiting for Qiu Ren for a long time.

"Qiu Ren."

"Then you can call me a tapir or Lord of Nightmare, you can call me any kind of title."

The man pointed to the wooden chair opposite the table and said to Qiu Ren.

"Please sit on Mr. Qiu Ren."

Lord of Nightmare?

When Qiu Ren heard this claim, he instantly recalled the nightmare seed in the cube-shaped nightmare seed and the pupils that were cracked in the cube.

Is his consciousness being sucked into the S-class nightmare seed?

Qiu Ren sat directly opposite the middle-aged man without thinking too much.

He looked at Qiu Ren's calm look and tapped his forehead lightly in agreement.

"What do you want to do when you ask me?" Qiu Ren asked.

Qiu Ren was not thrown into the death game of this nightmare copy, but met with the master of this nightmare in person. I believe this nightmare Lord has something else to ask for.

"Your creativity, Mr. Qiu Ren... I feel something complicated in you, but what I value more is your creative potential. Young people's fantasies are always wild, right?" said the middle-aged man in a deep voice.

Didn't you see my true identity?

Qiu Ren felt relieved, but did not show it.

"What exactly do I need to create?" Although Qiu Ren asked, he already had an answer in his heart.

"Nightmare."

The middle-aged man's answer is also more direct.

"Although we are the masters of this dream space, we do not have the ability to fantasize. Only you humans... There will always be countless wonderful fantasies in your mind, and here I can turn all your fantasies into reality."

When the middle-aged man said this, he kept clicking on each other's index fingers, like a long-awaited person, looking forward to Qiu Ren's delicious meal.

“But it should be in line with your preferences, right?”

Qiu Ren also reads books about dream makers. If it is his own dream copy space, building things will consume a lot of dream makers.

But this is the nightmare space for this Nightmare Lord. Qiu Ren only needs to be responsible for building it, and the consumption is all borne by this Nightmare Lord.

The premise is that Qiu Ren's dream is enough to satisfy the Lord of Nightmare.

Simply put, this nightmare Lord is Qiu Ren’s Party A’s father, which satisfied Party A’s father. Qiu Ren can not only leave this nightmare safely, but also gets a lot of benefits.

Not satisfied...

Qiu Ren probably has no room to consider this possibility.

“I like talking to smart people.”

The middle-aged man tapped the wooden table lightly, and Qiu Ren's environment suddenly changed drastically.

In the blink of an eye, Qiu Ren turned into a stadium filled with dust and blood.

Qiu Ren is in the center of the arena. The wooden table and wooden chairs are still there, but there are two more gladiators fighting to the death on one side of the arena.

They were already covered in blood, and one of them had intestines flowed directly from his abdomen to the ground.

"This is my...memory." said the middle-aged man. "The memory of a long time ago was also the dream created by the first human dreammaker for me. It is your...predecessor."

The middle-aged man looked at the two gladiators fighting, and then took a deep breath, as if he was savoring something.

"Although it's bloody, cruel, and full of barbaric flavor, it's too straightforward. I was tired of it many years ago."

The middle-aged man said and tapped the tabletop of the wooden table again, and the whole scene became a closed iron space.

In this space, a group of people are running away in panic. Various mechanisms and monsters will constantly appear in the space to kill these people.

Qiu Ren recognized that this group of people were the death row prisoners in the previous prison!

“This is…now.”

The middle-aged man looked at the death row prisoners who were fleeing with a somewhat bored look.

"The death mechanisms that appear everywhere, the panic they escaped did bring me a long time of fun, but I always feel that something is missing..."

"So what do you want?" Qiu Ren asked expressionlessly.

"Your nature!"

The middle-aged man suddenly became fanatical when he spoke this.

"I want to see the most despicable and fierce part of your heart! The indulgence that takes away other people's lives without being restricted by rules! The conspiracy that uses any means to achieve your goal! The madness of your conscience when you are desperate! The greed of betray your close friends for the sake of profit! All of these...I want to..."

The middle-aged man's expression became more and more crazy when he spoke this, and finally stood up and his voice trembled slightly, but soon he realized his incompetence.

He sat back on his seat, sorted out his somewhat messy suit and tie, and his expression returned to his previous cold words.

"I want you to build one that may allow those dream explorers to encounter all the above nightmares, real... nightmares, rather than these boring tomato sauce pantomimes."

Good guy, if these requirements are really put into movies or TV series, wouldn’t it be a heart-wrenching drama?

Qiu Ren doesn’t know whether he is tortured or not, but the magic drama is certain.

Unfortunately, none of the people exploring in the Nightmare copy are actors, and they cannot follow Qiu Ren's script.

But fortunately, Qiu Ren happened to have a game rule that can be perfectly fulfilled by these requirements of the Lord of Nightmare.

"So Mr. Qiu Ren, can you show me these?"

"Maybe..." Qiu Ren had a rough plan in his mind.

"So fast? Very good... Very good! I hope you are not bluffing. Now this nightmare is at your control. I look forward to... you build a nightmare that is enough to make my eyes shine."

The middle-aged man stood up and made a 'please' gesture to Qiu Ren.

"How many people can the previous dream copy accommodate at most at a time?"

Qiu Ren asked as he looked at the group of death row prisoners struggling to survive in the death chamber.

"Twenty people." The middle-aged man said this and his voice was a little faintly joking. "This is what your senior tried to fight for me. Of course, you can also reduce the number of people who enter nightmare at one time, but the premise is... it is also exciting enough after the lack of people."

"No, I might have to expand."

Qiu Ren's game is designed to be unplayable for twenty people.

"Oh? Your senior has been curbing the number of people entering at one time over the years. You may be unhappy if you do this." The reminder from the middle-aged man is very friendly.

Qiu Ren also understands this. Death in the nightmare world may not really die, but his spirit will be severely damaged.

Those death row prisoners need to wait for a long time before they can enter the nightmare again.

But this nightmare Lord should be like a human, and he has to 'eat' every once in a while. If he is not full, he will have serious consequences.

The two dream makers before were considering how to feed the Lord of Nightmare with the least number of people.

"Did you cause the negative effect of their death in a nightmare?" Qiu Ren was also trying to negotiate with the Lord of the Nightmare.

If these death row prisoners are regarded as consumables, it is really not good to let them consume too quickly.

"Me? I won't deliberately hurt anyone in the nightmare. They can't tell the difference between reality and dreams. Therefore, after dying in the nightmare, their fragile spirit will be severely damaged. You can design something like a safe house so that they don't despair in the nightmare." said the middle-aged man.

So that's it... As long as nightmare is interesting enough for dream explorers, their damage to death in the nightmare will be reduced.

"No, I think they should also like the dream I built." Qiu Ren said.

"Like nightmare?" the middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Don't you think it's very contradictory to make people fall in love with death?"

"Just look at it."

Qiu Ren kicked out the death row prisoners who participated in the death game and began to rebuild this nightmare.

It is said to be a reconstruction, but in fact, the Lord of Nightmare left backups for the original two nightmare copies to prevent Qiu Ren from making things worse than his taste. He can also go back and taste the previous "cold rice".
Chapter completed!