The Gods Could Affect the Mortal World

"Ah!"

A scream shattered the silence of the night, and the already dimly lit Residential Area, as if a switch had been flipped, lit up one after another like falling dominoes.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing her husband still in shock, the wife, though startled herself, immediately poured him a glass of water and handed it to him.

The husband gulped down the water in the glass, then gently patted his chest, his face still showing lingering fear, trying to calm his heart, which had felt a slight throbbing.

"I... I just had a nightmare." The husband wiped the cold sweat from his brow, his eyes filled with a faint sense of confusion. The wife frowned slightly and said:

"How old are you? What kind of dream could scare you like that?"

"Senior year of high school, advanced mathematics, a horrible teacher..."

"Oh, I understand." The wife nodded instantly. Although she still couldn't quite imagine what the scene was like, just based on these three keywords, she clearly understood that this nightmare did indeed have the power to wake her husband, who was a poor student, from his dream.

Only...

"It's been over ten years since we graduated, why are you suddenly dreaming about your senior year of high school?" the wife casually remarked, trying to distract her husband. Hearing this, the husband gently tugged at the collar of his pajamas and sighed.

"Who knows! Let me tell you, I've never had such a realistic nightmare in my entire life! That Exam Paper, that teacher, that class..."

"Alright, alright, I know, I really don't understand, what's so scary about exams!" The wife reached out and pressed her husband's hand, signaling him to stop thinking about it. The husband, however, just grinned and said:

"I don't believe you didn't have nightmares during your senior year of high school!"

"No, not at all!" his wife grinned. "I got into the Royal Technical College of Palin with ease. The teachers all said I just didn't work hard enough, otherwise it wouldn't have been impossible for me to get into Ideal Country!"

Seeing his wife's "I'm a genius" expression, the husband felt the impact of the nightmare wasn't so great anymore, and immediately smiled and said:

"Yes, yes, you're a top student, it's just that you were a bit unlucky. The company you were assigned to after graduation went bankrupt, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten such a good deal!"

"Good to know!" The wife rolled her eyes, lay back down, and turned off the light.

"Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow!"

"Hmm, I'll take a break." The husband nodded, closed his eyes, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Soon, however, a scream that seemed capable of shattering glass rang in his ears—

"Ah--"

"What's wrong?" The husband was so startled by the high-decibel, high-frequency scream that he jumped out of bed. He then saw his wife, looking terrified, half-sitting up and asking in a fearful tone:

"Senior year of high school, it's so scary!"

In fact, it wasn't just this one case. On the night of the second Tuesday of the new year, "high school senior nightmares" occurred all over the world. Countless people woke up from extremely terrifying high school senior nightmares. However, when the gods noticed this anomaly, it did not cause any turmoil.

Because the gods easily confirmed that the source of this nightmare was none other than the God of Nightmares.

As for why this long-established deity suddenly began casting nightmares related to the final year of high school on people all over the world...

Perhaps he's trying to learn some new Divine Technique?

"Ha, Borano Li so pathetic! But he actually activated Nightmare ahead of time. It seems he plans to maintain the collection of faith while entering that dream every day." Taking advantage of the early hour, the God of Sweet Dreams, who was collecting the power of beautiful dreams at the world's highest academy, felt the rampant power and couldn't help but show a disdainful expression.

That strange dream would drag those who had entered it back into the dream world precisely at midnight every night. This changed the God of Nightmares's habit of activating his powers after midnight, when most people were asleep, to maximize the harvesting of faith.

Although activating one's powers in advance might miss many Source of Faith who habitually stay up past midnight, at least one won't be unable to reap the rewards because of being dragged into that dream.

But this change in the God of Nightmares also prompted the God of Sweet Dreams to change accordingly, though the God of Sweet Dreams didn't see it as a bad thing.

"After just experiencing a nightmare, what could be more comforting to a believer than a beautiful dream?"

Aniko, the God of Sweet Dreams, felt the power of countless beliefs that "don't want nightmares" and "want a beautiful dream," and activated her authority.

Unlike the God of Nightmares and the God of Sweet Dreams, the Lord of Incubus's domain operates on a completely different mechanism. At this moment, her Divine Kingdom is exceptionally crowded.

To make up for the shortage of dream demons forced into that dream world, she added another 300,000 dream demons in one go. Although creating dream demons was just a piece of cake for her, the sheer number of 300,000 still left her feeling numb.

"Have you all remembered what I told you?" The Lord of Incubus glanced at the clock, then looked at the newly born Nightmares. Hearing her words, the Nightmares immediately answered in unison:

"We don't accept orders from high school seniors!"

"Very good." The Lord of Incubus nodded, suddenly feeling a headache over the placement of his dream demons.

The sudden appearance of 300,000 dream demons means that when they are not at their usual haunts, these Succubus will flood into the human world. Although hundreds of thousands is just a tiny fraction of billions of people, it is important to understand that these are 300,000 hungry, beautiful, and skilled in all kinds of prostitution, creatures of faith.

The Lord of Incubus was truly worried that his two adversaries, the God of Fertility and the God of Marriage, would come looking for trouble.

But she couldn't do nothing, since she needed faith to sustain her efforts, and maintaining the Divine Power of 800,000 Succubus was no small feat.

Time slowly turned, and as the clock struck midnight, each consciousness was promptly dragged into the School Hell. However, the Miss Ke Family, who was enjoying the gentle surge of faith, suddenly froze, then exclaimed in surprise:

"How can there be so many?!"

"What? So many?" Feng Xue, who was playing a game on the principal's office computer, raised an eyebrow and looked at the Miss Ke Family with some curiosity. However, the Miss Ke Family didn't have time to pay attention to his tone and said directly:

"There are too many! At least ten million people have come in this time!"

"Oh." Feng Xue nodded calmly, turning her attention back to the computer screen. The Miss Ke Family suddenly jumped up from her seat, grabbing Feng Xue's shoulder and saying:

"Did you even understand what I said? That's tens of millions of people! Before, it was only a few million! That's a tenfold increase!"

"So what if it goes up? The School Hell can't hold everyone," Feng Xue said nonchalantly. The Miss Ke Family finally realized that this guy hadn't grasped the situation at all, and said fiercely:

"The School Hell can hold it all, but this Illusory Dream Realm I created can't!"

It's so frustrating to always see the Red King arguing.

First of all, the one who said he couldn't finish writing is an ordinary senior high school student, not a god. Gods don't have endless writing ability; they just don't know how to do it.

Secondly, who told you that strong calculation skills allow you to brute-force the process? Do you even know what "beyond the syllabus" means? And are you sure the Exam Paper can fit a brute-forced result? Let's not even go too far; just consider pi. How much difference in word count is there between using the formula to calculate the area and using the method of exhaustion? Even if they can derive the formula, can you guarantee that the derived formula uses the same symbols and letters as the existing formula?

I've clearly explained the differences between the three gods. The Lord of Incubus is a tutoring class for millions of nightmares, relying on a sea of questions strategy, so science subjects are no problem for her. However, humanities subjects are difficult to choose because subjective questions vary depending on the region and time.

God of Nightmares was studying hard, but he hadn't seen enough types of questions in a week, and he didn't even have a clue how to solve the ones he hadn't seen before.

As for the God of Sweet Dreams, this was her first time entering a dream, and she didn't even know what was going on in the dream before she entered. She cheated entirely by relying on her power to make dreams come true, which meant that she needed to consume the power of the dream she had collected to decipher even the meaning of the letters in the formulas in the questions. Therefore, her power was simply not enough. And the Exam Paper that said "if you don't know, you don't know" made it impossible for her to answer the questions without the ability to [Break Down Question] and [Examine Question].

So, based on the results, the Lord of Incubus had the best score, followed by the God of Sweet Dreams, and the God of Nightmares had the worst, even worse than a student who seriously prepared for the exam and hoped to do well. Is there a problem?