I Will Change You.

In dreams, everything is chaotic and unpredictable.

Luo Wei was astonished to see his surroundings collapsing, and the old mansion soon vanished. He found himself back at Ophelia's estate, sitting on the same bench where he would usually spend his mornings.

Helena was gone.

In her place stood Ophelia, her gaze cold and piercing as she stared at him.

"How touching, the reunion of siblings..."

She forced a smile, her lips curling into a sinister and terrifying grin.

"Time flows differently in dreams. Unfortunately, I only managed to make you fall asleep a bit earlier, yet you've uncovered so much..."

"You really are something, Luo Wei..."

Luo Wei's gaze was equally frosty. "Ophelia, your plan has failed."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I admit I was a bit hasty and careless, but my plan remains flawless. You wouldn't think..."

Ophelia fixed her eyes on him, her smile laced with mockery.

"You wouldn't think that just by remembering, you could escape, would you?"

"You agreed to Caroline's request, didn't you? The dosage she used was three times the normal amount!"

"No matter how many times you die in this dream, no matter how hard you try to wake up or break free, it's impossible!"

She laughed maniacally, "This is the last time you'll be able to call their names. Cherish it!"

"After tonight, you'll forget everything!"

"Your world will only have me! From now on, your eyes will only fall on me!"

"That's the transformation I desire!!!"

Luo Wei looked at Ophelia, her body trembling with madness and ferocity, and sighed bitterly in his heart.

In his memories, the beautiful and gentle maiden had truly vanished.

In her place was the real her.

Cold, obsessive, cunning, and relentless in her pursuit of her goals...

This was the true Ophelia.

"Enough!"

He snapped, cutting off Ophelia's wild laughter.

"Stop acting crazy!"

Ophelia finally stopped.

Looking at Luo Wei, who was calmly gazing at her, a strange emotion welled up in her pale eyes.

Because she realized that something was off about Luo Wei.

Why was he so composed, even now?

Was it because he had given up, resigned to his fate?

Or... did he still have some other card up his sleeve?

Ophelia immediately dismissed this thought.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"This is my dream, and everything here is under my control! All you can do now is obey."

Ophelia said with a cold smile, "This way, at least I can spare you some pain. After all, even in a dream, the pain will still remain."

Luo Wei smiled faintly and shook his head. "This is my dream."

"It was your dream at first," Ophelia boasted with a triumphant smile. "But now, it's mine!"

She casually waved her hand, and the surroundings changed again.

Luo Wei saw the sky alternating between darkness and light, the buildings growing endlessly, piercing through the clouds. Ophelia, like a creator, could transform this world at will, even bringing the moon and sun together, creating a bizarre yet magnificent atmosphere.

Despite the spectacular scene before him, as if she were showing off her power, Luo Wei still shook his head with a smile.

"Fine, let's say it's a shared dream between you and me. But after all, I'm still the one dreaming, aren't I?"

Ophelia frowned slightly. "What are you trying to say?"

Luo Wei looked into her eyes and said seriously:

"Looks like I need to give you folks in this world a lesson in modern psychology."

"Huh?" Ophelia was momentarily stunned.

Luo Wei continued with a smile, "Dreams are a collection of subconscious thoughts, a reflection of one's subconscious. As the saying goes, 'Daydreaming leads to night dreams.' If one can give themselves some psychological suggestions during a dream, they can influence their behavior, leading to certain outcomes."

This state is also known as lucid dreaming.

Although the dosage of sleeping pills in Luo Wei's system was quite high, and under normal circumstances, even if he turned into Ultraman and defeated Ophelia, he wouldn't wake up.

But Luo Wei had another trick up his sleeve.

He closed his eyes and began to recall the design of a small item.

Soon, a bizarre eye-shaped brooch appeared in his hand. The moment he saw it, a bone-chilling sense of dread crept over him.

But it was quickly replaced by excitement and exhilaration.

He had actually done it!

In fact, no matter how impossible it seemed, he had already woken up once before, though Ophelia was unaware of it.

As long as he saw that thing...

That indescribable existence...

"What are you doing!?" Ophelia exclaimed, surprised to see a strange object suddenly appear in his hand.

Although she didn't know what it was, she instinctively felt that it wasn't something good and would ruin her plans.

Ophelia's figure flashed, and her hand instantly reached for Luo Wei.

But it was too late. Luo Wei had already eagerly pinned the brooch to his chest.

The next moment, his gaze became vacant, and his entire body began to tremble.

A horrifying scene that was beyond description unfolded before him.

The bizarre Dreamland was composed entirely of grotesque, fleshy elements.

Twisting...

Pulsing...

The buildings were made of chopped flesh and blood.

Each maid in the manor was a twisted, filthy, blood-soaked creature...

On the streets, massive tumors made of mixed organs and flesh grew on trees and in alleyways. The spread of blood vessels was dense and intricate, buried deep underground like tree roots.

"Luo Wei!!!"

"Wake up! You can't gaze upon the truth of Dreamland!"

From the distance, it seemed like Ophelia's voice was calling out to him.

It was urgent, but it was becoming more and more distant...

Luo Wei smiled in the direction of the voice, which might have been hers.

Your plan has failed.

You didn't change me; I will change you.

Until next time.

[Your sanity has been depleted]

[Unable to continue the game, forcing a reload...]

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