Zhang Ming casually drew the Abyss Axe from the void. It was also a "mental seed" he had imagined, which he could summon at will within his dreams.
The features of Younger Sister's wax figure began to hollow out, sprouting pairs of scarlet eyes that stared at Zhang Ming with grotesque distortion. The skin on her surface flaked away in patches as though afflicted with white scale disease, exposing sludge-like corruption beneath.
One moment, she had been talking and laughing; the next, she had become a nightmare.
That was how terrifying unreality disorder was.
Zhang Ming sighed. In that instant, he lost his last refuge for replenishing his mental strength.
Still, it did not matter much.
With a backhand swing of his axe, Zhang Ming split the "Younger Sister" transforming into a monster in two.
"Big brother..." she howled. Her head was still slowly writhing. These corrupted monsters seemed impossible to kill-at least, he could not kill them as he was now.
Every corrupted dream was like this. They settled permanently in the deepest recesses of memory, occupying everything within it.
Zhang Ming pushed open the door and swung his axe again, cleaving the corrupted "mother" lying in ambush outside in two as well.
Gray flesh smeared the ground. A shriveled arm swayed precariously before falling from midair, bending at a horrifying angle.
Zhang Ming sighed again and stopped tangling with the corrupted "mother."
He strode brazenly down the street. Some pedestrians noticed him and staggered toward him, slowly writhing.
Leaden black clouds blotted out the sky and sun. He was the only person in the entire world, amid densely packed monsters and endless miserable lives.
The scorching July had ultimately turned into a tragic winter.
After prolonged mental torment, a sudden surge of defiance rose in Zhang Ming. "Come