Awakened

Yang Jian lay on the ground, feeling his life slowly slipping away.

This dream was so real, practically identical to reality. You could feel pain, fatigue, excitement—and, of course, death.

"I made a mistake."

Yang Jian stared fixedly at the strange, eerie person before him. He wanted to kill it, yet he was powerless to do so.

This person was the ghost within the dream.

But realizing that now seemed too late. Earlier, he had fallen into a habitual line of thinking, believing the ghost was hidden among those things he had just seen. He had not realized that those things were merely there to distract him and cloud his judgment.

Instead, the inconspicuous worker carrying the ghost coffin had been the identity the ghost was hiding behind.

The ghost had never come within five meters of Yang Jian.

It had simply watched in silence, waiting for the moment Yang Jian died, doing nothing else.

Barring any surprises, Yang Jian, lying on the ground, would soon die within this dream. As for whether anything would happen to him in reality, no one could say for certain—but no one would dare gamble on it. This was no ordinary nightmare, but a supernatural one.

If this continues, I'm guaranteed to lose. I've completely lost the ability to move, and my injuries are getting worse. The only way now is for someone else to appear, discover the ghost in this dream, and kill it quickly to end this nightmare. Otherwise, I have no chance of turning things around.

Yang Jian did not panic. Even with death at hand, he remained calm. He had a very clear understanding of his current situation.

*Pinning my hopes on someone else is incredibly foolish, but it's all I can do right now. Otherwise, I can only gamble