Peering Through the Fog

"Waaah..."

With a headache, Feng Xue slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the unchanged room, he frowned slightly, a subtle sense of unease welling up in his heart.

I reached out and propped myself up from the bed. My gaze swept across the room. Everything seemed so natural. It was an ordinary hotel room. The LCD TV on the wall and the air conditioner vent overhead seemed perfectly normal.

But a certain feeling told him that things shouldn't be this way.

"What exactly is wrong?" Just as Feng Xue frowned and began to ponder the source of the incongruity, a pale ghostly hand suddenly floated over with a glass of warm water, offering it to her as if it had just woken up and was just having a drink.

"Tsk tsk, so they think they can kill me again? Wait a minute! Holy crap!!!!"

Feng Xue's expression suddenly froze as he casually took the water glass, then turned into intense astonishment. Looking at Ghost Hand's expectant look, he casually placed the water glass on the table. Ghost Hand's appearance seemed to shatter the cloud of doubt that had been hanging over his head, making his thoughts clear instantly.

Without wasting any words, Feng Xue immediately began trying to activate her powers.

However...

"I failed, or rather, I couldn't feel it at all. No, not just power, but also the Descent Rule, and I couldn't even feel the consumption of [consciousness]. Compared to the Weird Tale, I'm more like an ordinary person now."

Feng Xue clenched her fist tightly and threw a punch in front of her. A crisp popping sound made him nod slightly.

"Although I don't have Internal Force, I can still use all real-world martial arts based on the human body. Interesting. So it really is a dream-based power?"

Feng Xue endured a slight headache and walked to the window. In that instant, he suddenly felt that everything before, including the Weird Tale and the Infinite City, was a dream, and that he was now experiencing a real illusion.

But the existence of the ghost hand is like a beacon, proving the reality of all this.

In reality, he didn't bring anything into this world, including his clothes. They weren't the Kamen Rider Armor he wore, which was concealed using his Hermit Authority, but rather a set of clothing similar in style to his disguise.

As for why the Ghost Hand was able to get in...

It's probably because it wanted to kill itself.

"Comedy-type Phantom Object are indeed the strongest, but they still have to succumb to the fundamental principles of Phantom Object."

Feng Xue marveled at the omnipotence of the Ghost Hand, while secretly rejoicing that it was only omnipotent during the "process" of "killing the streamer" (in K language terms, "when this card performs xx"), otherwise she would not have been able to seal it away at all.

However, the existence of the Ghost Hand has now conveniently helped him avoid the biggest pitfall in this world.

Do you have self-awareness?

Feng Xue took a deep breath to calm herself down. This Dream World was even more troublesome than Death Thirteen's abilities because its memory shielding was bidirectional. Not only could she not remember what happened in the dream in reality, but even after entering the dream, she still couldn't remember what she did in the previous dreams.

In fact, if it weren't for the ghostly hand reminding him this time, he would have even forgotten that he was a Weird Tale.

So the question is, what exactly are the rules of this Weird Tale?

What caused me to wake up from a dream so suddenly?

Will my game rewind if I die in this dream?

Or does it create a new account every time I die in a dream?

Or perhaps it's similar to an online game where dying doesn't affect the world's operation, but you simply respawn at the resurrection point the next time you enter the game?

Feng Xue wasn't entirely clear on the details, but he understood one thing: each time he abnormally exited the dream, it would become even more dangerous.

This danger could be simply Mental Pollution, or it could be some kind of substitution or replacement, or it could simply be some kind of triggered Weird Tale power.

In fact, his biggest problem right now is that he has no idea how to quit.

Although he had previously suspected that he had died in a dream and thus woken up, there was actually no substantial evidence to support this claim. In other words, if the previous actions were merely a "deceptive act" by the Weird Tale due to the inability to take direct action, then his attempt to withdraw by suicide might actually be playing right into the other party's hands.

"Tsk tsk, this is troublesome."

Feng Xue stood up and pushed open the hotel Room Door. The bright light instantly made him feel uneasy, because...

"Why does this hotel use LED lights?"

While LED lights are indeed the future of lighting fixtures, aren't we still probably in the era of incandescent bulbs?

"Differences in dreams?"

Feng Xue muttered to himself, then became more vigilant. He was now just a human with slightly more knowledge, not as powerful as he originally was, so he had to be as careful as possible in all his actions.

With that thought in mind, Feng Xue walked up the hotel stairs to the street, where the night view, which was clearly two levels brighter than before, left him speechless.

The community, which originally had a distinct style from the last century, has been transformed into a modern night scene with neon lights, and residential buildings that are often fifty or sixty meters tall can be seen everywhere.

"It seems to be much more troublesome than I imagined."

Even if it's Weird Tale, it can't be created out of thin air. Everything must have its cause and effect. Even dreams are the same. Given the technological level of this world at the end of the 20th century, even mobile phones are still quite bulky. But looking at the Smart Phone in the hands of pedestrians on the street, you know that this is definitely not a fantasy.

Either the Weird Tale was constructed directly from Feng Xue's memories, or all the technology in the dream is real.

Of course, there is an even worse possibility: that the Weird Tale of this world also possess the ability to transcend to other worlds.

"Considering that game companies from the last century are more likely to be the latter, then..."

Feng Xue searched the streets and alleys for an ATM that seemed safe enough to beat up without causing any problems, while also looking for any anomalies in this world.

As a human being, he currently lacks even the power of perception and the power of the Supernatural Tale Fire...

Wait a moment!

Feng Xue suddenly shuddered, then turned to look at the ghostly hand on his shoulder. The lines of text that appeared before his eyes made his originally solemn expression suddenly turn grotesque.

"My Golden Finger still works?!"

In that instant, all his previous unease vanished, because he knew that the moment he realized this, the world's Weird Tale were no longer overwhelming him!

Feng Xue excitedly grabbed the ghostly hand clinging to his shoulder, kissed it twice, and started running wildly amidst the stares of passersby who looked at her as if she were crazy.

His crosshair swept back and forth in his field of vision like in an FPS game, trying to find any clues. Although he couldn't capture information about the True Thing, as long as there were traces of Weird Tale in this world, his Golden Finger would surely be able to find the tail!