What I Want Is This!

Though it had only been a few minutes, Teacher Zhao might need weeks to recover from those few minutes.

The thought of only playing for a little while had long been thrown to the back of his mind. If he did not butcher those four master-betraying senior brothers and sisters tonight, he would not be sleeping!

At this moment, he was no longer Teacher Zhao, but the protagonist of the game. The two figures overlapped, igniting boiling killing intent in his heart. He wanted nothing more than to slaughter every last one of them immediately.

With fury in his breast, the urge to kill rose on its own.

The Dreamscape's main storyline had been fully laid out. Not a single villain had any chance of redemption. Those petty, despicable wretches had been dissatisfied with the player obtaining the sect leader's position and struck with murderous intent. They deserved a heavy fist!

Though the plot was simple, the superb presentation still stirred up the rage in Teacher Zhao's heart. He then launched a frenzied pursuit of the four, making them understand that their greatest mistake had been leaving anyone alive.

Killing them once was not enough. He repeatedly restarted from the point where his master was murdered, then kept killing.

After slaughtering the four in every conceivable way more than a hundred times, Teacher Zhao finally vented his anger.

That felt good!

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Teacher Zhao felt refreshed and clear-headed, more comfortable than he had ever been.

Then he suddenly remembered that Chen Yu was still waiting outside. He immediately left the Dreamscape and said apologetically to Chen Yu beside him, "Sorry, you waited a long time, didn't you? I was only planning to test it out, but before I knew it, I got carried away. How long did I play?"

Chen Yu checked the time. "Six hours. Could you take a look at the dean first? He hasn't moved for those entire six hours."

"Don't worry, he won't die. I actually played for six hours?"

"Yeah. You kept shouting things like, 'I'll kill you, you little bastard!' 'You think you're so smug? Keep being smug!' 'Men and women are equal now!' and 'At your age, you should be able to take a few more punches before you die!'"

Teacher Zhao immediately felt a little awkward.

After collecting himself, he said seriously, "Chen Yu, well done. It's been a long time since I encountered a Dreamscape that could make someone forget the time."

"Then Teacher Zhao, how would you rate the Dreamscape?"

After thinking it over carefully, Teacher Zhao nodded. "Very good. Better than I imagined. It has basically reached the level of a second-tier, perhaps even first-tier Dreamweaver. Among Heaven Origin's Dreamweavers, you could probably rank in the top three."

"That's not all that impressive, then."

Teacher Zhao laughed. "Though Heaven Origin does not have many truly outstanding talents, there are still a few first-rate ones. I know one in the Tianyuan Cultivators Committee. I'll introduce you when I get the chance. Oh, right, the difficulty still needs some adjustment."

"Too hard?"

"Too easy. This isn't an evaluation from a teacher's standpoint; it's my objective assessment. Those final four beasts need to be harder, so beating them up feels even better! And I suggest letting players whip the corpses too. Otherwise, it always feels like something's missing!"

Chen Yu nodded. "All right, got it. I can raise the difficulty, but corpse-whipping doesn't seem appropriate."

"Your call. You wove this Dreamscape, so you have the final say. I'm only making suggestions. Remember to give me a copy after you adjust it. I have a use for it."

"Okay."

After leaving with the Dreamscape, Chen Yu did not immediately make changes when he returned. Instead, he opened his Constitution interface and saw that his Negative Emotions had risen by one hundred points.

[Someone saw his master die a tragic death in the Dreamscape, providing seventy points of Negative Emotions.]

[Someone provided ten points of Negative Emotions because of his senior brother's arrogance.]

[Someone provided twenty points of Negative Emotions because of his senior brothers' and sisters' betrayal.]

Though there were not many sources, the quantity was guaranteed.

This was probably because Teacher Zhao's Dao heart was firm and difficult to breach, but once it broke, it broke wide open.

This also made Chen Yu realize that focusing his attack on a single point could yield considerable Negative Emotions. It was a direction worth developing.

Though it was only one hundred points, Teacher Zhao's reaction proved that there was no problem with the plot.

And if others were not interested in the plot, the game's difficulty could still make them cry out loud.

Moreover, based on Chen Yu's observations, the maximum emotional value a single person could provide within a period of time was one hundred points, and that limit applied to both positive and negative emotions.

So he still needed to pursue quantity as much as possible. Only then could he obtain more emotions.

Nodding in satisfaction, Chen Yu began adjusting the Dreamscape's difficulty.

The enemies would become more cunning, there would be more underlings in each scene, and righteous ganging-up would occur more frequently. Players might not even have time to react before being beaten to death on the spot.

Health would be controlled more strictly. One careless mistake would mean total defeat. The Eldest Senior Brother afterward would be absurdly powerful, and he would even have a second phase after dying. That would surely give players more than enough surprises.

But after finishing it, Chen Yu ran into a problem: how was he supposed to promote it?

The game's quality was good, and it was free. Even if he left it alone, it could bring in a large amount of Negative Emotions, but that was still too slow.

After all, The Dreamer's Positive Emotion was still rising. He had to cash in as soon as possible, or he would be forcibly dragged off to train again.

Fortunately, Teacher Zhao did not make Chen Yu wait long.

Having just returned to work, he brought Senior Year 2, Class 6 some good news:

From now on, during his PE classes, students could play on their phones and enter Dreamscapes.

However, they could only choose the newest Dreamscape, Body Cultivator, and they had to play for a certain amount of time each day. Otherwise, they would "voluntarily" accept his extra lessons.

Upon hearing this, Ma Daqiang was the first to stand and applaud. He clapped as he said, "Teacher Zhao, you've finally become open-minded for once! I've wanted to say this for ages: everything you made us do was useless!"

"No matter how useless it is, it's still not as useless as you!" Teacher Zhao snapped without the slightest courtesy. "Hurry up and choose. Dream, or extra training!"

"Dreaming, obviously!"

After sitting down, Ma Daqiang happily pulled out his phone and prepared to enter a Dreamscape. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed Chen Yu changing into training clothes, preparing to go out for extra practice.

Putting down his phone in confusion, Ma Daqiang asked, "Brother Chen, why aren't you dreaming? Don't you usually hate basic training the most?"

"People change." Chen Yu looked at Ma Daqiang sympathetically. "And take a word of advice from your brother: coming out to train with me is the proper path."

"No! Being able to openly play on my phone during Teacher Zhao's class is something I could only dream of!"

"Then don't regret it."

Ma Daqiang waved a broad hand and declared generously, "Don't worry. What kind of man am I, Ma Daqiang? One fart makes three craters! Would I regret it?"

"...You mean saliva. Since you've chosen, then do your best."

After leaving the classroom, Chen Yu had just finished warming up on the field when deafening curses erupted from Senior Year 2, Class 6:

"Eldest Senior Brother, fuck your whole family!"

"Senior Sister, I even admired your thighs, and you deserve to die too!"

"Third Senior Brother, I never thought that beneath your pale, chubby appearance, your heart would be so black!"

"Second Senior Brother, I'm definitely going to rip off those arms of yours and use them as firewood!"

The cursing soon died down, but several minutes later, it rang out again:

"Teacher Zhao, let me out! I don't want to play anymore!"

"I can't even kill the small monsters! The moment I leave, the small monsters toy with me! Am I really this pathetic?"

"Master, your disciple will avenge you in his next life. Let this life be spared."

"Is this me fighting monsters? It's monsters fighting me! They're beating me!"

Basking in these heavenly sounds, Chen Yu could not help spreading his arms and quietly harvesting the Negative Emotions.

This is exactly what I want!