Bang!
A mass of flesh and blood exploded apart.
The dragonfly's splattered blood sprayed across the glass bottle, coating it in a thick layer.
"How could this happen?" Sitting on the hotel bed, Zhu Zhengwei stared at the scene, utterly dumbfounded.
He had followed the normal process, reconstructing the dragonfly's genes from the deepest level and adding talents, bloodline, strength, and agility. Every aspect of its data was perfect. So why had it exploded the moment it entered reality?
"Good thing I tested it beforehand."
Zhu Zhengwei shook the glass bottle, feeling a lingering sense of relief. "I really do need to find a lab rat."
Otherwise, one day the newspapers might report: [A first-year university student suddenly exploded in his sleep, spraying blood across the walls of his dormitory.]
Just imagining it sent inexplicable chills down his spine!
If he exploded, wouldn't the Mobile Dream Network collapse?
Even if it didn't, with his body gone, he would probably have no choice but to exist as a ghost in the Dream Network World, traveling through human minds and absorbing "ore energy" from their dreams.
"Ahem. But thinking about it this way, if I really did explode on the spot, perhaps the story would go like this."
Zhu Zhengwei suddenly thought of something.
"By then, with my body gone, who could harmonize me in reality? I wouldn't need to bother with games and all that roundabout nonsense. Why keep acting like a lonely Chives by the roadside, watching the scenery for them? Without a physical body in reality, would I still need to worry about the aftereffects of making people wet the bed causing mass unrest? I could just give them erotic dreams, trick them into mining, and be done with it—simple and fast, without needing to care about the miners'