Could this thing be a "reward"?
Watching the door suddenly mutate and feeling an inexplicable urge to walk through it, Fu Qian suddenly understood.
Was he "working hard" right now, and had he received a "reward" in accordance with what he'd just said?
So words really could become reality—though the method was a little twisted.
Come to think of it, this thing had such a classic design. It looked quite a bit like the one he'd seen in Nightmare Corridor.
He had a feeling that if he walked through, he'd probably see that human-faced bug immediately and become cellmates with it again.
That was reasonable enough. After all, for a dream that was sweet to begin with, extending into a deeper level really did count as a reward.
At that moment, people were coming and going inside the little house, seemingly unaffected. But Fu Qian absolutely didn't want to try it.
In Fu Qian's assessment, the sweet-dream state he was in was completely different from everyone else's.
It was like an in-between state separating a real nightmare from reality. So although the two sides didn't interfere with each other, both could still interact with him in special ways. For example, right now—
Fu Qian looked at the giant fish in front of him, over a meter long, dragging itself along until its bones were visible.
Its huge mouth opened and closed, its sharp teeth almost biting into his pant leg.
Behind him, hundreds upon hundreds of fish were converging on the spot in a radial pattern.
Pfft.
The next instant, the enormous head was blown to pieces by an Air Bullet.
His abilities hadn't been affected.
Looking at the motionless remains, Fu Qian nodded.
He hadn't tried to stop them by thinking, "All the fish have stopped moving," partly because