Poisonous Snake

Yimo checked the time in the system. It was exactly seven.

He'd spent 100 points, and the page for the 10,000 in cash had gone gray.

But he still had no money!

At this moment, Yimo knew very well that he didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky. In any case, breakfast was out of the question.

Rule 6 was now inactive!

Yimo hadn't been idle during this time, either. He'd been keeping a close eye on Qin Muse's location.

A little after seven, the distance between Qin Muse and him changed noticeably.

Judging by the numbers, she definitely wasn't walking or riding a bike. She was probably on her way to school by car.

As he watched Qin Muse's location, Yimo kept muttering, "Little sister," "Ji Ran," "Tong Muxue"...

He really did seem a little mentally unstable. Passersby on the busy shopping street gradually began keeping their distance from him without even thinking about it.

Why was Yimo muttering these names?

He was trying to determine whether the world he was in now was another one of his dreams.

Could it be one of those dreams that nested endlessly, where he thought he'd escaped from a dream, but had actually fallen into another one of his own?

If that was the case, then none of the rules could be trusted.

The only thing that might be somewhat reliable was the prompt the system had asked him to enter when he first entered the game.

But even that was only somewhat reliable.

Because Yimo didn't know whether there might be other problems with his current memories.

At least, while he kept muttering, he hadn't experienced the intense sense of wrongness he'd felt in the Dream World before.

Qin Muse's location stopped moving. Yimo figured she had most likely arrived