The Lord of Incubus and the Gods

Upon hearing Heris's words, everyone's face darkened.

Then he realized that the reason Heris could say such a thing was because he was in Class A, and the learning environment in Class A was even better than in reality.

With responsible teachers, eager students, bright and clean rooms, and just the right temperature and humidity, doubling the study time in such an environment is naturally a good thing.

The problem is, this lousy school might get relegated!

Although it seems that as long as you follow the rules, there won't be any problems, according to the previous students, the school holds exams every week. Just thinking about how there are many students in that school who have studied for more than ten or even several decades makes them feel a chill.

"Are you really that confident you can stay in Class A?" Paril asked, her face pale. Compared to the Class B's learning environment, which was more like reality, she, having been demoted to Class C, was the one with the most authority to speak on the matter. The blackboard writing, which resembled a death message from a crime scene, the notebooks and textbooks that looked like they were made of Human Skin, the stationery that seemed to be made of polished bones, and the death wails that occasionally echoed in her ears all sent chills down her spine.

Although she managed to study diligently under the agonizing pressure of being chewed up, she felt that even a month in that environment would cause her mental health to deteriorate.

Upon hearing this, Heris hesitated for a moment, but still firmly replied:

"We had no other choice, did we?"

The school bell suddenly rang, and the students instinctively shut their mouths and returned to their seats as quickly as possible. Only then did they realize that this was no longer a dream, but the nightmare of the previous night had made them react in this way.

The day's classes were unremarkable. After returning home, Moberi sat at his desk, doing his homework while thinking about what to do that evening.

Although the environment in Class B was not bad, he was still somewhat self-aware of his academic abilities. At this level in the class, he was only around the top 200 in the whole grade. Considering that most of the students in that school were repeat students who had taken the exam countless times, he had no doubt that he would drop to Class D or even Class E with just one placement test. However, he did not think he would end up in Class F, because he believed that there were always people Slacking Off and do nothing, no matter where they were.

He finished his homework without realizing it, and looking at the clock, it was already one in the morning. He was clearly very sleepy, but he was resisting the urge to go. However, as his gaze swept across the room, his eyes suddenly lit up—

He saw the place where he had hidden the young Liu Bei.

It wasn't that he wanted to fight off sleepiness with astringency, but rather that he suddenly had a great idea—

In this world, gods are not uncommon. Just open Live Broadcast Room and you can see content creators who are proficient in various styles. Naturally, there are also many who have authority over dreams.

Since this school nightmare occurred in a dream, is it possible to defeat the gods with the gods?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Moberi immediately pulled out several large books from the shelf, reached behind him, and pulled out a box painted the same color as the inside of the shelf from a partition. He then took out a notebook—

He remembered that there was a ritual inside, a prayer to the gods.

Opening the small notebook and turning to the third page, I saw the nerdy guy in the book drawing a magic circle according to an online tutorial. Although I could definitely find a clearer version online, his parents had locked up his computer and phone with the college entrance exam approaching.

Take out a blank sheet of paper and start drawing a magic circle according to the description in the notebook, writing down the settings you want at the base of the circle.

Although Moberi's original intention was to use this to combat nightmares, he subconsciously filled in a description that matched his own XP while doing all this.

Then, he lit a candle, placed it in the center of the magic circle, and silently chanted—

"Great Lord of Incubus, I beg your ears, I beg you to grant me a sweet, rosy dream."

Yes, this ritual refers to a deity known as the Lord of Incubus, the creator of dream demons. By performing the ritual according to a specific method, dream demons will enter dreams on specific requests, not only to alleviate psychological stress but also to cleanse external problems.

Because that was originally intended as payment for this summoning.

If it weren't for the fact that each person could only place an order once a month, this deity would probably have long since become Evil God reaping countless lives.

As the incantation ended, the candle flame went out without wind. Realizing that a nightmare had taken on a job, Moberi's mood immediately improved.

He lay in bed, fantasizing about the beautiful woman he had described, and slowly drifted off to sleep...

"Ding-dong ding-dong~~ Ding-dong ding-dong~~"

The familiar school bell rang in his ears, Moberi jolted awake, nearly jumping out of his seat. Fortunately, he immediately remembered his situation and forced himself to stay calm. At the same time, the teacher with a fierce look walked in from the door.

"Is it a math class?" Having already attended classes all day, Moberi immediately learned the lesson's content from the teacher and hurriedly retrieved his math notes from his desk. The teacher, after tapping on the lesson plan, said:

"Everyone, put yesterday's homework in the upper right corner of your desks!"

"Thank goodness I did it yesterday!" Moberi's face showed a hint of lingering fear. He immediately took out his math homework, and was also glad that he had a habit of packing his homework in his School Bag before going to bed. If he were like some people who like to get up early to do their homework...

The thought had barely crossed his mind when a wriggling sound suddenly came from the ceiling. Then, a person fell down from above, appearing pale-faced behind an empty desk—it was Heris!

"Goodness! Is this guy the kind who likes to go to bed early and get up early to do his homework?"

Moberi sighed inwardly, noticing that the teacher, who had already collected the homework, was standing on the podium and saying:

"To be demoted for not doing homework, how embarrassing! Alright, since you're down here, study hard! Everyone, take out your <Past Gaokao Question Bank>, turn to page 93, we'll analyze it today..."

As he spoke, the teacher began writing rapidly on the blackboard. Moberi immediately pulled out the corresponding reference book, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think—

"It seems the deity who created this dream is very powerful; the consciousness of the Lord of Incubus is actually..."

It's unclear whether Moberi's mind was enlightened today, but just as the thought arose, a scream suddenly rang out—

"What the hell is this place?! I'm in a hurry to get my shift started! Weren't we supposed to be doing poolside cosplay? How did it turn into a school?"

Moberi turned his head in astonishment and saw a white-haired, red-eyed, 1.59-meter-tall, enormous-breasted loli appear out of thin air in front of a desk, and then, under the teacher's angry glare, be swallowed up by a huge mouth that suddenly shot out...