Sweet Honey of Dreams

The room they appeared in this time was very simple, with only some crooked, ordinary furniture.

In this black and white world, it was sometimes possible to see through the misaligned perspectives.

If one had to describe it, it looked like the picture books of playing house that most people drew when they were children.

Zheng Wuyou suppressed the eye strain from the black and white stimulus, staring intently at the few abrupt, colorful, distorted words, afraid of missing any new rules hidden within by blinking.

"Congratulations to everyone for triggering the dream Sweet Dream."

"The rules for passing Sweet Dream will appear on your palms shortly. Please, all Dream Experience Officers, participate actively. The Nightmare entry countdown is thirty minutes. Wishing you all a happy time."

In contrast to the NPCs whose genders were difficult to discern last time, the innocent, childlike voice of the NPC this time echoed in everyone's ears, breaking the silence of this black and white world.

"What does this mean? What kind of garbage place is this?"

The dark-skinned man, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, looked at his body, which now only had curves, in surprise. It instead showcased his eight-pack abs to the extreme, and he touched them with satisfaction.

He almost thought he was dreaming and stood up from the ground, patting his own face.

"Hey, you were the first batch he mentioned, right! If you're hiding any information from us, you'll regret it!"

The girl with wavy hair shifted her gaze to Zheng Wuyou, who was sitting on a white stool. She seemed to have adapted to the bizarre scene and raised her hand to point across.

Her curly hair looked even better under the black and white lines.

"Instead of talking nonsense, you might as well listen carefully to the NPC's speech. The NPCs who enter don't lie. If you die here, I don't need to tell you what your fate will be outside."

Yuan Ling, who couldn't feel any goodwill towards her, still rolled her eyes at her, though it wasn't very noticeable in this world of black and white.

Yuan Ling glared angrily at the vain person. This person had been at odds with her since they first entered, and no matter what she said, the other person would retort.

So naturally, she wouldn't show her any pleasant expression.

Zheng Wuyou couldn't be bothered with those people. She spread her palm, which appeared transparent, and watched as a line of black text appeared amidst the white.

[The Honey of Dreams -- ???]

Countdown: 00:29:01

She hadn't expected there to be no plot this time, no introduction, just these few simple words written on her palm.

There were even three question marks??

Did this mean an additional rule?

An additional rule right from the start?

Zheng Wuyou had never encountered a rule that was a riddle from the beginning. She couldn't understand it at all.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Ling was the first to notice the fine lines on Zheng Wuyou's forehead caused by her frown. She walked over and covered Zheng Wuyou's palm with hers.

"My dear Wuyou, stop looking. You won't see flowers no matter how much you look. My last dream was like this, with no plot. Now you understand why I was so surprised when I knew about your last detail, right?"

Seeing that Zheng Wuyou still looked confused, she continued to explain gently, "So now we can only wait. During the countdown, key information will appear one by one."

Yuan Ling pointed to the white wall, half of which was shaded. On the wall, where there should have been emptiness, the outline of a clock gradually appeared, as if someone was gradually deepening it stroke by stroke with a pencil.

"It looks like this dream will be a race against time again."

Ben Yu, unable to accept the reality, walked towards Zheng Wuyou, shaking his head with a bitter smile, "So why was I pulled in?"

He was clearly very helpless about the Dream Experience Officer spot he had received.

Zheng Wuyou also didn't know how Ben Yu and Yun Ting were chosen.

Her previous deductions seemed to be overturned at this moment.

She sighed softly and patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Don't overthink it. Since you're already in, just focus on surviving for now."

For the last sentence, Zheng Wuyou deliberately lowered her voice. She didn't want to attract unnecessary suspicion with this remark.

Meanwhile, Yuan Ling couldn't help but chuckle.

She looked at the group of people in front of her. Everyone's appearance had become very interesting.

Each person was made of lines, looking like characters from a comic.

Every angle was visible.

This unique visual experience was truly novel.

Zheng Wuyou slowly stood up. Her faded off-white woolen sweater twisted with her movement, and the black lines on it also changed with her actions.

This dream seemed to hold no secrets.

All emotions were expressed through lines.

Every subtle expression was clearly visible.

"I know you're scared, and you have objections about entering this dream, but all I can tell you now is that if you want to survive, you must complete the mission before the countdown ends."

Seeing that more than five minutes had already passed, Zheng Wuyou knew they couldn't delay any longer. Delaying in a dream was not a good thing. "This is not a joke. That clock on the wall is counting down. Everyone be responsible for a section. If you find anything wrong, or anything that deviates from this world, tell us immediately!"

In Yuan Ling's previous dream, every rule had been extremely strict, and they had almost always reached the limit.

Under those circumstances, Yuan Ling could only protect herself.

If this dream started with a heavy blow and suffered heavy losses, the subsequent difficulties would be even harder to deal with.

Moreover... among this group were people Zheng Wuyou was familiar with—Yuan Ling and Ben Yu.

Although she knew she wasn't exactly a noble person, protecting her companions, especially those close to her, was something she had to do!

The elderly couple, though they still hadn't figured out what was happening, started rummaging through the not-so-large room after hearing Zheng Wuyou's words.

After all, when it came to hiding things, this was a bloodline that awakened only with age.

The youth with the lip piercing also didn't stand idle. He glanced down at the words in his palm, then looked up at the only moving object in this world—the clock on the wall.

Speechlessly, he began searching his own area.

In this black-and-white world, all objects seemed to possess a peculiar sense of transparency, with only the black and white lines clearly visible.

When observed up close, it was difficult to accurately distinguish which part of the furniture these lines belonged to.

This situation inevitably led to collisions and falls.

Zheng Wuyou, in particular, had severely injured her knees and elbows just by standing up and turning a few steps.

She had always lacked a sense of three-dimensional space, so learning solid geometry in math had been the greatest difficulty she had ever overcome.

But for now, this new challenge had replaced solid geometry.

Among those present, the only one who could easily navigate this environment was Ben Yu, the artist.

Ever since he had opened his eyes and become familiar with the scene, he had deeply imprinted the three-dimensional layout of this simple house in his mind.

Therefore, he clearly knew the direction of every line and the location of every boundary.