Ah!
The man jolted awake from a nightmare, gasping for breath. It took him a long while to recover and realize that he had just been dreaming.
"This dream was way too real, wasn't it? Falling into that well felt exactly like the real thing. Damn it, dreams like that were never this realistic before, and they always got cut off at the crucial moment."
The man cursed, got up to drink some water, then lay back down to continue sleeping.
What he had not expected was that he would have another nightmare—the exact same nightmare.
The man woke up in shock again. This time, besides shock and fear, he was also furious. Was this ever going to end?
The facts proved that it would not. For the rest of the night, he kept having nightmares, nearly breaking down.
When would the nightmare stop? Simple: when you believed it was not a nightmare, but the future.
For example, one teenager believed it.
"Hahaha, I knew I was the protagonist! Seven days from now, the world will welcome Doomsday. I died and was reborn, and next, I'll recruit underlings in the End Times, sleep with beautiful women, and carve out a vast territory for myself."
The teenager shouted excitedly, then scratched his head.
Had he died a little too early? When other people were reborn, they were usually reborn years into the End Times, with massive amounts of intelligence at their disposal.
He, on the other hand, had died on the very day the End Times arrived. This rebirth seemed hardly different from not being reborn at all.
"Also, where's my Golden Finger? Where's my Golden Finger?"
The teenager searched for a long time but could not find his Golden Finger.
He cursed and decided to withdraw all his money from