Chapter 65: How to Lie Down Comfortably

The entire gymnasium was no longer shrouded in silence.
A commotion swept through the crowd, with waves of astonishment rippling incessantly.
A disturbance was brewing.
Something had gone wrong!
The four-sided LCD screen suspended high above the gym suddenly flickered with static and a harsh crackle of white noise.
The images vanished,
No longer could anyone see the situation of the dreamwalkers within the catastrophe.
This left many spectators not only bewildered but also anxious and uneasy.
What had happened?
In the stands,
Zhang Changlin sat in his wheelchair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, watching the blurred screen as his expression subtly changed.
“Again…”
His brows furrowed.
This scene felt eerily familiar,
As if he’d seen it somewhere before.
Back when Du Fang took part in the dreamwalker examination, he, along with Chen Xi and Doctor Lin, had entered the assessment room and witnessed similar blurry images on the LCD monitors.
“Du Fang…”
“Could this be related to Du Fang?”
Zhang Changlin muttered.
Beside him, his young assistant Su Xiaoyu was brimming with excitement, clenching her fists—perhaps she understood best what was happening.
After all, the present situation
Was strikingly similar to when she had administered the dreamwalker assessment for Du Fang.
“My Brother Du is invincible!”
Her trust in Du Fang was obvious.
She was thrilled,
For when a crowd would experience the same terror she once did,
She couldn’t explain it—there was not a trace of sorrow,
In fact… she almost wanted to laugh.
Indeed,
In this world, only the joy built upon the fear of others
Is the truest form of happiness.
With no way to contact the dream disaster,
The host, after several rounds of awkward explanations and speculative analysis, could only instruct the director to switch the broadcast to the dreamwalkers present in the arena.
The scene shifted,
The enormous four-sided LCD now displayed Lan Xiang, clad in a black trench coat, a golden badge pinned to his chest.
The audience’s uproar instantly quieted.
Everyone watched Lan Xiang…
Gradually,
Their expressions grew peculiar.
For they saw blood seeping from Lan Xiang’s chest,
He had collapsed to his knees,
And then, every cell in his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had witnessed unspeakable horrors,
Next, everyone saw…
A wet stain slowly spreading beneath him…
Around Lan Xiang, several dreamwalkers who had just exited the catastrophe and awakened, pressed their noses in shock, recoiling repeatedly to distance themselves from him…
This scene
Made the viewers feel as if they could smell the stench through the screen.
A three-second silence followed,
Then the entire venue erupted.
The audience was in an uproar,
All eyes widened in disbelief.
This was a live event, watched by tens of thousands—
When Lan Xiang awoke…
And realized he had lost control in front of so many people…
He would probably wish the earth would swallow him whole, or want to dig himself a multi-story villa with his toes.
Of course,
Many spectators also shuddered…
What exactly did he experience in the dream disaster?

To think that a genius rookie dreamwalker with a fifty million contract
Could be reduced to such an undignified state?
In the stands,
Zhang Changlin suddenly felt a piercing gaze on his skin,
He turned to see Sun Yaohai glaring at him from a distance, his eyes bloodshot.
Zhang Changlin was speechless,
Was his mouth cursed?
He’d joked that Du Fang would make Lan Xiang soil himself—
It was just idle banter, a spur-of-the-moment jest; besides, this was only the first round, both trapped in the dream disaster, how could Du Fang possibly do that to Lan Xiang?
So Zhang Changlin felt he absolutely couldn’t bear the blame.
After all, Lan Xiang seemed to have been frightened.
“Old Zhang, is it possible… Lan Xiang is jinxed by you?”
“After all, you bet on him to become provincial champion…”
“Ten bets, nine losses…”
Beside him, Su Jiuming spun a white rose between his fingers, his voice languid.
Just when Zhang Changlin had finally soothed his mind and relaxed in his wheelchair,
He suddenly felt his face grow darker.
…
…
At the Dreamwalker Association’s judges’ table,
President Tang Nai, dressed in traditional attire and leaning on a cane, sat with eyes closed in deep thought.
A figure in a black suit approached.
“President…”
“The results are in.”
“The cause was the replicated [Red Embroidered Shoes] dream disaster… it was conquered.”
The dreamwalker in the black suit paused, then spoke.
Tang Nai slowly opened his eyes, his white hair glinting faintly in the sunlight.
“Conquered?”
Tang Nai was at a loss.
How could it be conquered?
Though this dream disaster was only a replica of [Red Embroidered Shoes], its grade reduced, it was still at least a fifth-grade anomaly.
Among these rookie dreamwalkers, not a single one was mid-level,
Completing a conquest was simply impossible.
Most crucially…
So little time had passed.
“Investigate what happened… and tally the number of those not yet eliminated.”
“If the dream disaster was conquered, the remaining rookie dreamwalkers… must be considered to have advanced.”
Tang Nai issued his next instructions.
“Yes.”
The dreamwalker in the black suit departed.
Tang Nai, leaning on his cane, squinted at the pair of red embroidered shoes in the center of the arena.
In his mind,
He recalled the fleeting final image from the LCD screen just moments ago.
In that image,
Du Fang smiled as he offered his blessing.
“This young man seems to be the one Wen Ji reported, the one detected with infinite dream spirit…”
Tang Nai tapped his finger lightly against his cane, murmuring.
Could it be him?
…
…
Chen Xi was under immense pressure.
She’d realized that several dreamwalkers were not inferior to her; though she was a psychic-type, and her special ability rated above average, she had one fatal flaw.
She was prone to fainting.
Whenever scared, she tended to swoon.
So she knew she was at a disadvantage compared to the others.
Chen Xi lacked confidence in herself,
This had always been the case.
Thus, Captain Zhang hadn’t put much pressure on her, hoping only that she would do her best,

As he said, if she advanced by conquering the first round of the dream disaster, it would be sheer luck.
Once inside,
Chen Xi felt lost. At first, she intended to search for strange objects and resolve the anomalies on her own.
But the moment she entered the dream disaster, she appeared randomly behind Du Fang,
She found Du Fang seated at a banquet table, eyes closed, and beside him,
Luo Luo, hugging a little pig plush, squatted atop the banquet, devouring the dishes.
Chen Xi dared neither to speak nor to ask,
She simply stood quietly,
Like a transparent shadow,
Then she saw many bizarre scenes.
She saw a strange banquet, heard the soul-numbing sound of horns and suona,
Saw upright coffins by the table,
And…
A bouncing severed head, pressed against Lan Xiang’s heel, attached to the ghost bride in the red wedding dress behind him…
The sights were terrifying in the extreme.
In the past, Chen Xi thought she’d have fainted from fright.
But now…
Standing behind Du Fang like a little invisible shadow,
She glanced at Du Fang’s closed eyes,
At Luo Luo, her mouth stuffed with food, giggling incessantly,
And at the pink pig plush that seemed to mock,
Rarely,
This time, Luo Luo brought her no oppressive terror.
Instead, standing behind Du Fang as an invisible shadow,
She suddenly felt an overwhelming, scalding sense of security flow forth.
Then,
She saw Lan Xiang lose control, reeking with fear…
Chen Xi smiled with pride.
A genius rookie dreamwalker with a fifty million contract…
That’s all?
At worst, Chen Xi might faint from fright,
But she would never lose control!
…
The dreamscape faded away like ripples.
Chen Xi’s long lashes quivered,
She opened her eyes,
She knew she had awakened.
In her ear, came the stern voice of a dreamwalker judge in a black suit.
“Hello, you have advanced to the second round. Please proceed to the lounge for registration.”
Chen Xi froze,
Looking around in confusion,
Wait, this… I advanced?
What…
What did I even do?
That day,
Chen Xi,
Stood by Du Fang’s side like an invisible underling,
Ten years east, ten years west—
She, Chen Xi,
Was the happiest invisible underling ever!
She pursed her lips, glancing at Du Fang who stretched lazily as he woke, cracked his back, and yawned with satisfaction,
Her eyes sparkled.
She thought she ought to consider
How best to lie down comfortably.

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