How to Fight Death Thirteen Without a Stand

Feng Xue brewed a cup of hopeful black tea using the Phantom Object kettle, inhaling the faint honey aroma as she pondered the strangeness of this world.

Currently, everything in this world is no different from the Real World. The only difference is that when the False Thing dissipate, the way those [consciousnesses] disappear is different from that in the Real World. They don't vanish into thin air, but rise into the sky like a column of smoke.

Of course, this doesn't prove anything, since he hasn't actually experienced many worlds. It could just be an error caused by the different settings of [consciousness] in different worlds.

Moreover, Weird Tale are incredibly diverse; anything can happen as long as people believe in them. Even though most Weird Tale are based on living beings, there are still Weird Tale about Infinite City and game companies.

In fact, due to certain inherent characteristics, Weird Tale dead objects are even more terrifying than those about living Weird Tale.

After all, this kind of thing, which is close to a "living Phantom Object," inherently possesses some of the "absoluteness" that Phantom Object have.

In other words, even rule-based Weird Tale like zoos, moon faces, and abandoned apartments are not impossible. No, it should be said that the possibility of such things appearing is no less than that of biological Weird Tale. The reason he has seen so few is due to the illusion brought about by the Infinite City's mechanics.

However, if a vast and Weird Tale truly exists in this world, and I have already entered the realm of its rules...

Feng Xue suppressed the inexplicable sense of powerlessness rising in his heart. He was certain that this thing had begun to affect his mental state.

After all, as a super Weird Tale who takes the True Self as the essence of martial arts and Innate Supernatural Tale god of martial arts as firewood, his mentality could not possibly be so weak simply because he was targeted by a certain Weird Tale or because he had a dream.

To tell you a joke, the last time he had this feeling was when he had just transmigrated to the Infinite City and only had four days left to live.

"An ability with Mental Pollution- like effects... I don't know if it's because of my identity Weird Tale character, or because of indiscriminate coverage."

Feng Xue held the kettle in his hands, his mood instantly improving. However, knowing that such unfounded hope was like drinking poison to quench thirst, he forcibly put it away and then took out a powerful entity that he had kept sealed away since he created it—

[The Ghost Hand, capable of anything except killing streamers]

As a comedic Phantom Object, its power is undeniable, and its inherent design dictates that it absolutely cannot kill itself. However, the problem lies in the fact that it is far too uncontrollable, to the point that long-term use will cause all sorts of troubles to Feng Xue's life.

Not to mention, it just can't kill "streamers," not that it can't kill anyone.

But now, Feng Xue felt he needed to use this Killer Weapon.

As the pale, ghostly hand climbed onto Feng Xue's shoulder and disappeared, Feng Xue felt a sense of relief. But then, he recklessly said:

"I want to eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast! Give me a whole table of it!"

"..."

To Feng Xue's surprise, despite giving the order that his act of asking for food would obviously help kill her, Ghost Hand showed no intention of taking any action.

Feng Xue naturally didn't think that the Ghost Hand couldn't make it or didn't have the materials. The concept of Phantom Object was paramount, and the only reason the Ghost Hand didn't act was that it felt it absolutely couldn't kill her this way.

"Interesting, Ghost Hand actually thinks he can't kill me..."

Feng Xue pushed open the Room Door to her hotel room and walked out onto the street, watching the passersby, but still couldn't find the slightest problem.

Where exactly do Weird Tale originate?

Feng Xue plucked a strand of hair from her head, immediately cut off the supply of [consciousness], and watched as the hair slowly decomposed, evaporated, and then floated away in the wind.

He frowned, using his lightness skill to chase after the wisp of information, but it was like a mosquito on a summer night—it was right in front of him, but vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"We couldn't catch up, or rather, it was impossible to catch up."

Although Feng Xue had this realization, he still tried several times in a row. In order to increase the amount of information flow, he even took out several mechs to evaporate. But no matter how huge the information flow was when it was generated, it would suddenly disappear during the chase. From this perspective, compared with the situation of the evaporation of False Thing in the real world, it was just an extra process of dissipation.

Everything seemed to have returned to square one, but Feng Xue seemed to have a new idea, or rather, at this moment, he suddenly realized the crux of the problem—

That forgotten dream.

If reality itself has no problems, then the problem naturally points to the most abnormal dream I've had since coming into this world.

Although I've completely forgotten what happened in the dream, the fact that it could wake me up proves that it wasn't simple.

"What kind of Weird Tale could this dream be? Freddy? It can't be the Dream Weaver, can it?"

Feng Xue frowned, turned around and went back to the hotel, then collapsed onto the bed without thinking.

"Grass!"

Startled awake once more, Feng Xue found his undershirt soaked with sweat. Suppressing his racing heart, he anxiously scanned his surroundings, realizing he was still in the hotel. He slowly calmed down, but soon noticed something unusual—

That ghostly hand seemed extremely happy.

I'm so happy I've already started dancing!

"What's going on?" Looking at the ghostly hand dancing with its fingers, Feng Xue pressed her temples hard, trying to calm her unease.

The ghost hand's happiness clearly indicates that it is about to kill Feng Xue, but it hasn't taken any action yet, suggesting that it's not the right time yet, or that a trap has already been set, just waiting for Feng Xue to fall into it.

So the question is, did this thing make some kind of arrangement while Feng Xue was sleeping, or did it follow him into his dream and see the hope of killing him?

Feng Xue pondered for a moment, then opened her arms and said to the ghost hand:

Come and punch me.

Upon hearing Feng Xue's voice, Ghost Hand paused his dance slightly, turned the severed end of his wrist towards Feng Xue, then twisted it twice as if with disdain, before resuming his frenzied dance.

Seeing this, Feng Xue finally realized that all the mysteries of this world lay within dreams.

"A kind of Weird Tale dreams? And the kind where you can't bring the memories back, in other words, you have to find a way to 'complete the game in one life' in the dream?"

Feng Xue frowned, but did not rush to fall asleep again, because he could clearly feel that his mental state seemed to be worse than last time.

"In other words, every time I dream, my mind is being affected in some way, and this effect reflects back to my mental state in reality. Tsk, without a Stand to Death Thirteen... how am I supposed to play this game?!"