There were still twelve hours until the competition ended.
Although only four hours had passed, everyone involved felt as if they had gone through a brutal battle.
Jiang Qiao was frantically correcting various data and probabilities, Old Hou was continuously optimizing and defending A Station, Xu Youran kept distributing Human Emperor Banners and supplies to the forbidden zone. Everyone was so busy they were about to cough up blood, and some logistics staff could even fall asleep standing up.
Things were much the same on Shuiyue's side.
In the seventh-floor conference room, every Dream Maker had pushed their potential to the limit.
They had once been nothing more than second-rate Dream Makers. Most of their time had been spent buying traffic or hiring internet trolls, and their Dream Making skills had deteriorated to the level of amoebas.
But under Shuiyue's leadership, they felt as if everything had returned.
The passion of first entering the industry had returned. The thrill of independently completing a Dreamscape for the first time had returned. The feeling of organizing a team for the first time had returned. Even the excitement of coming up with an ingenious plan for the first time had returned.
Nightmare Realm might also be their last Dreamscape. In the fiercely competitive Dream Making world, their previous failures had already doomed them beyond redemption. This Dreamscape was their final work, proof that they had once been here.
Besides, they were seniors.
They could lose, but not like this. They had to present their juniors with a towering figure. Even if they became stepping stones for the other side, they would be the brightest ones.
Chen Yu, take this! This is our final trial!
An invisible war unfolded in Clear Spring City, and the turbulent emotions it generated moved even Chairwoman Qing.
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