She hurriedly turned to look around, then closed her eyes to sense her surroundings. After connecting with the Mystic Thread, she realized that she had long since left reality.
"Dream?"
Her expression turned startled. She pinched her face hard, then took out a needle and pricked herself several times.
She had not drunk any Water of Purification, yet the pain was clearly lighter than normal.
"If it isn't the effects of Pollution, then I've most likely entered a dream."
She tried to leave the dreamscape, only to find that her body had been completely sealed.
This was power beyond F1115's own level.
She had originally wanted Little Soul, the Weaver, to rescue her. But when she considered that she was merely a Cannon Fodder body with abysmally low talent, there was no need to make Little Soul take such a risk, so she gave up on being rescued.
F1115 then began walking through this dream that was no different from reality.
When she crossed a street and reached a corner, a mountain-like monster suddenly entered her sight.
"What is that thing?"
F1115's mouth twitched as she raised her head and saw the gigantic pillar of flesh, nearly several hundred meters tall.
Countless fine patterns covered the flesh pillar. When F1115 spotted it, the monster seemed to notice her as well and slowly began to move.
Its enormous body writhed as it pressed toward her.
"Fuck!"
F1115 turned and ran.
This might have been her dream, but it had clearly slipped beyond her control.
Even pulling over a little mental power through the Mystic Thread could not affect this solidified dreamscape in the slightest.
Everything was just like reality.
Whoosh, whoosh—
Dozens of tentacles descended from the sky and surged in from all directions, instantly wrapping around her body. They then