Freddy's Death, a Top Player's Decisiveness and Strategy Skills

"I'm not crazy, and I know something else!" Blue Sea Tideborn suddenly sneered, abruptly spinning around, causing Freddy's claws to spin and slash at the latter's shoulder!

In an instant, blood gushed out!

"Ah!!!" Freddy screamed.

"In this dream, the only real person is yourself. Since I am an illusion, the illusory me cannot harm the real you. Therefore, all other attacks are ineffective unless you attack yourself!" Blue Sea Tideborn stared at his fist, and saw the wounds on it healing rapidly.

Now, it's him who's lying.

The real one is Freddy.

Therefore, he should be the invincible one!

"Damn it, how did you find out? This is my first time fighting you survivors. Are all survivors this difficult to deal with?" Freddy retreated and then continued his fierce attack.

Blue Sea Tideborn changed his previous fierce style and began to fight Freddy in a hit-and-run manner.

Freddy's hysterical attack yielded him another piece of intelligence from the sidelines!

That is, if he were to actually die, it would have a huge impact on reality; otherwise, Freddy wouldn't have attacked him!

He currently has three key pieces of intelligence gathered!

First, in the dream world, belief is very important. Although belief did not allow him to regain his power, it did give him some Transcendent qualities.

Second, Freddy is the real person in the dream world, but he is a fake. This fake self will most likely affect the real self, while the real self is most likely still in the Mist Zone!

Third, exploit Freddy's own true nature to attack himself!

In less than ten minutes, Blue Sea Tideborn deciphered this seemingly unsolvable deadlock!

These are the top-tier players of Dormitory Survival Game!

Once deployed into any civilization, it would be a nuclear bomb-level threat, capable of destroying and burning everything. Even starting from scratch, it could still dominate destiny!

Freddy's metal claws slashed down again, but this time, Blue Sea Tideborn did not retreat.

He rushed forward and took the claw strike head-on with his left arm.

The blade sliced into his forearm, and blood splattered everywhere!

Blue Sea Tideborn didn't even flinch.

In this dream, the more he believed "he wouldn't die," the more the harm remained only on the surface.

The blood was real, the pain was real, but that pain couldn't kill him!

"What are you struggling for? You don't actually think I'll kill myself, do you?!" Freddy roared, his claws flailing wildly.

Instead of retreating, Blue Sea Tideborn, ignoring the blades that left bloody gashes on his body; he had only one goal.

--Freddy's right wrist, where the metal claw gauntlet connects to the wrist guard, has a noticeable seam.

He had been observing.

The previous wandering was to buy myself some breathing time, to verify my conjectures, and to allow my brain to return to its normal operating speed; otherwise, I would easily become confused and make mistakes in a rush.

And during this time of relaxation for his brain, he noticed another detail.

Every time Freddy swung his claws, his right hand moved a fraction of a second later than his left—an old injury, a lingering effect of the fire, now perfectly replicated in his dream!

"We've found a flaw!"

Blue Sea Tideborn suddenly ducked, dodging Freddy's downward slash, and simultaneously crashed into the latter's arms.

With his left hand, he grabbed Freddy's right wrist, and with his right hand, he plunged his fingers into the seams of the wrist guard and tore it apart with all his might!

"You!" Freddy's eyes widened in horror.

The wristband was torn open, revealing a gruesome burn scar with a stitch down the middle, as if it had been sewn up before.

At that moment, Blue Sea Tideborn didn't hesitate at all and took a bite, just like a wild beast!

He bit down into the stitches, tearing open the wound!

Since mortal strength is insufficient to sever this arm, such extreme methods are the only option!

Freddy let out a bloodcurdling scream, wildly swinging his right hand!

The metal claws slashed haphazardly, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on Blue Sea Tideborn's back, shoulders, and arms.

But Blue Sea Tideborn held on tightly, his teeth embedded in the old wound, and his tongue tasted blood that didn't belong to his dreams—hot, with a burnt flavor!

Freddy's face began to melt.

First his nose collapsed, then his eye sockets sunken, and his skin dripped down like wax, revealing the charred, smoking flesh and bone underneath!

"Get away from me!" Freddy screamed and roared!

The metal claws tried to tear Blue Sea Tideborn apart, but they were already too weak. The claw sheaths fell off their fingertips one by one, making a crisp sound as they hit the ground.

"No... no..." Freddy's voice became hoarse and broken, like a sob coming from the depths of a fire. "I don't want to die... I don't want to die again..."

Blue Sea Tideborn released his grip and took a step back.

Freddy knelt on the ground, his entire body burning from his right wrist!

The flames were dark red, spreading from the wound to the arm, to the shoulder, to the chest, until finally the entire body was engulfed in flames.

He raised his head, and a look of relief appeared on his half-melted face.

"Thank you," Freddy's voice was so weak it was almost inaudible. "I can finally... wake up from this dream."

Then, the flames suddenly contracted, and he turned into a handful of ashes, which scattered on the floor.

All the light strips in the corridor flickered at the same time, and then went out completely. Darkness, like a boulder, closed in from all directions, pressing down on Blue Sea Tideborn.

Blue Sea Tideborn stood in the darkness, waiting for his breathing to calm down.

Freddy's ashes lay scattered at his feet, and the last light in the corridor went out.

He looked down at his hand; the wound was still there, and the blood had congealed into a dark red scab.

The next moment, he clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking. His strength was still that of a mortal, his wounds were still those of a mortal, and his pain was still that of a mortal.

He closed his eyes and, as he had done countless times before, touched the string that connected to the Power of the Titans.

I didn't sense it!

The player panel didn't appear either!

The Blue Sea Tideborn with a frown; the master of the dream is gone.

Logically, this dream should either collapse, get out of control, or have its rules shift.

But nothing has happened yet; the corridor is still a corridor, the darkness is still darkness, and his body is still that of a mortal.

"That's not right."

He crouched down and rubbed some of Freddy's ashes between his fingers.

The ashes were warm, with a burnt smell—very realistic.

He touched his wound again; the pain felt very real.

"This dream isn't over yet. If the dream isn't over yet, it means Freddy is only a part of this dream, not the whole dream!"

His face turned extremely pale as he considered the worst possible outcome.

Taking a deep breath, he killed his fear and hesitation, and groped his way forward while holding onto the wall.

He had important things to do: leave this place and help Wang Yi and the others!

Unsurprisingly, Wang Yi and his group also fell victim to the virus!

Lacking the strategic thinking of players, they are likely to meet a tragic end in their dreams.