The night was deep.
Moonlight spilled into the room like water, flowing from the window to pool before Lin Lue.
Lin Lue lay on his floor mattress, the milk-white bead clutched in his palm. Its faint, lingering warmth soothed his mind.
He looked to his left.
Lin Xue’er was curled up in a well-behaved sleeping posture, pressed close, her shallow breaths tickling his face.
She looked like a little cat sneaking next to a warm stove.
“Big brother… don’t like anyone else…”
What a thoughtful sister, clearly hoping her brother would die alone.
The murmur was soft, but Lin Lue still heard it.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
He lifted his other hand and gently brushed it across her brow, smoothing out the tiny furrow in her willow-like brows.
His sister seemed to be having a nightmare.
The pressure on his stomach came and went, light then heavy, as if someone were dancing on it.
Lin Lue couldn’t take it anymore.
He turned his head to the right.
Ye Beiming’s sleeping posture was absolutely terrible.
Not only had she kicked off the blanket, but one of her feet was pressed right on his stomach, and she was flailing her arms and legs wildly.
Lin Lue watched as her body gradually began to “turn a corner,” her head and feet starting to swap positions.
He swore that if Ye Beiming dared to stuff her foot into his mouth, he would give her a thorough, complete childhood.
Don’t think that just because her feet were pale, flawless, and carried a faint fragrance, she could put them wherever she wanted.
Lin Lue wanted to reach out, grab Ye Beiming, and make her lie properly.
But suddenly, he felt incredibly sleepy, as if glue had been dripped into his eyelids, and he couldn’t keep them open.
A few seconds later, Lin Lue entered a dream.
The milky-white bead in his other hand suddenly began to flicker with a faint, pale light.
“…”
As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.
In his dream, the ruins had already burned to ashes.
It was a former stronghold of the Purity Sect.
The moon in the sky was a bloody red, as if it were bleeding, coating the night in an eerie, crimson veil.
Lin Lue’s consciousness was clear.
He knew he was dreaming, so he wasn’t panicked about why he was in this place.
He looked at the dozen or so figures in front of him, dressed in long black robes like ghosts.
Their faces, which could be considered rather pretty under the shadows of their hoods, were now twisted with emotion, looking as if they wanted to eat him alive.
Here was the problem: Lin Lue was certain he had never seen these women before, nor had he sent their old man, Lao Feng, flying through the sky.
Lin Lue took a deep breath.
“Damn it… the Purity Cult is still chasing me!”
“What did you say?! We are clearly the Holy Sect!”
“You ignorant fool! You dared to destroy our stronghold! If we don’t eliminate you, it will be impossible to quell the hatred in our hearts!!”
“Killing you a hundred times isn’t enough!!!”
Listening to their roars, Lin Lue spread his hands.
“I understand. You’ve entered my dream, which means you’ve investigated me and used some special method. You should also know that it wasn’t just me alone. After all, I’m just a weak man. I couldn’t have caused that much damage…”
“Heh, of course, we know. But the person traveling with you… was a bit too strong. So we could only come for you, to vent our anger on you first!”
“We’ll settle the score with that person later!”
They said that they were bullies who feared the strong with such forceful confidence!
Lin Lue had to admit, very clever.
Their intelligence wasn’t being lowered for the plot.
This isn’t how villains are supposed to act!
However, Lin Lue noticed the scepters in their hands, carved with strange runes.
The black crystals at their tops were covered in cracks, and one was even chipped.
“It looks like you guys got beaten up by someone before you came here.”
Lin Lue’s words made them all clench their teeth, their eyes bloodshot.
Because Lin Lue was right.
For this operation, they had dispatched over a hundred people to ensure success.
They were determined to make Lin Lue experience the cruelest torture and toy with him until he died!
After all, the man was quite handsome.
They hadn’t touched a man for a long time in their pursuit of their ideals.
Although there were many sisters in the sect, not all of them were lilies.
Quite a few of them had seen Lin Lue’s face and thought he was incredibly handsome, which was why they had volunteered for the mission.
Seeing a handsome man’s broken expression gave them spiritual pleasure.
Indulging in their pent-up desires gave them physical pleasure.
Punishing a heretic severely gave them soulful pleasure.
These three layers of pleasure made it impossible for them to give up this rare opportunity.
They had brought a treasure that allowed entry into dreams.
After all, playing in a dream lasts much longer.
It would be such a shame if they killed him too quickly in reality.
But they hadn’t expected to run into a pair of lunatics halfway.
The two wore masks, hiding their true faces, one in black and one in white, appearing and disappearing mysteriously.
They had slaughtered their hundred-person squad, leaving only a dozen survivors.
And that was only because they had managed to run fast.
They started to wonder if tonight was just not a good night to go out.
But now, looking at Lin Lue in front of them, they had successfully entered this man’s dream.
They puffed out their chests, inflated with confidence, believing they could do it.
“Lin Lue, it’s time to pay the price!”
“Because you got so many of our sisters killed, we’ll make you pay by having you impregnate us as many times!”
Lin Lue’s expression changed. That was terrifying!
They really wanted to drain him dry!
Their figures flickered, blocking all of Lin Lue’s escape routes, looking like they were determined to catch him, pin him down, and make up for their loss of sisters with their own bodies.
The scepters in their hands flashed with black light.
His dream was being manipulated.
Countless chains materialized and locked him tightly in place.
Then, they began to take off their clothes, looking impatient.
The sight made Lin Lue curse.
“Heh, finally got to witness one.”
Lin Lue: “…”
Faced with this situation, Lin Lue would rather have Molly and Yuexue throw him onto the bed together.
Lin Lue instinctively wanted to circulate his magic power and blow these guys up.
But then he remembered an item and stopped.
He clenched his palm.
He opened it and looked down.
That milk-white bead had also entered the dream with him.
Its warm and gentle touch was clear.
The “protective charm” from Tang Xinxin.
So, had she anticipated this kind of situation?
Playing with dreams in front of Tang Xinxin?
Lin Lue could only say they were all “little girls.”
Speaking of which, how was he supposed to use this thing?
Lin Lue thought for a moment, then moved his hand.
The milk-white bead was tossed up with perfect precision.
Lin Lue opened his mouth, caught it, and swallowed it in one gulp.
They noticed and shouted, “Lin Lue, what did you do?!”
Then, nothing happened.
Lin Lue and the women all stared at each other.
Lin Lue couldn’t help but give an awkward smile.
And they, in turn, all smiled slyly.
One of them pulled out a spinning, blood-red dice.
“Lin Lue, we didn’t underestimate you. We came fully prepared with our treasures.”
“The Dice of Fate. No matter what item you need to use, it will forcibly change its success rate to only 0.001%.”
“Lin Lue, are you about to cry from desperation?”
“It’s useless to be desperate. Now, enjoy the pain!”
Lin Lue: “…”
Lin Lue felt a sense of melancholy.
This wasn’t how the villains in the stories were supposed to act.
They were supposed to be wary, then stand by and watch him turn the tables against the odds, even foolishly providing him with assistance…
He didn’t accept this!
It seemed there was only one way.
Lin Lue prepared to activate his magic rotation and reveal his identity as a male witch.
Just then, Lin Lue felt a sudden inspiration, as if this were the moment to buy a lottery ticket and be guaranteed to win the jackpot!
An immense fortune descended upon him!
Strong Luck, activated!
A crooked, golden frame appeared before Lin Lue’s eyes.
[0.001%]
It began to distort.
It was forcibly rewritten!
Rough strokes of a brush wrote over it:
[100%]
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