On the lake ten meters square, gray-black fog was spreading outward at a very slow speed.

Alder's breath spread from a few kilometers away to the small lake and stopped. It should have been a nightmare.

"I'll go into the nightmare first. Go back and report and take people to block the place." Martin said, rushing towards the lake under the hillside.

Tiya frowned, kicked her feet, flew up, still following Martin's head, trying to enter the nightmare with him.

Martin stopped and looked at Tiya floating in the air.

Tiya's face was calm, but there was a hint of persistence in her eyes.

After looking at each other for two seconds, Tia avoided Martin's gaze and explained: "Dreammakers may appear in dreams, you are not safe alone!"

Martin looked at Tiya and said, "I am sure to escape from my dreams! Even if I meet a dreammaker, it is you...I can't protect you."

Tiya's face was cold, and after a few seconds of stalemate, she turned around and flew away in the direction she came.

Martin sorted out his weapons and items and walked quickly to the lakeside. The gray-black mist had completely covered the lake ten meters square, and the cold and humid breath was revealed from the gray mist.

Without much hesitation, Martin jumped straight into the nightmare.

【Nightmare is being generated.】

【Memory coordinates have been determined.】

【Special reactants were detected, coordinates were relocated...】

【Actor: Modes Kyle】

【Nightmare goal: Live!】

Wrapped in black mist, Martin vaguely heard a very distant and ethereal prompt sound.

Modes!

Martin was shocked, why was it Modes' nightmare?

Without time to think carefully, after a few seconds of entering the fog, the black fog in front of Martin's eyes surged and gradually evolved into a scene.

This is a very dark and smelly room.

The viewing angle was very low at the beginning, facing the ground, and dust and dirty things were close to the face.

It seems to be the kitchen of a tavern, the dirtiest and worst-case type, and I am lying under a table.

The earthy smell mixed with the smell of oil penetrated into the nose, and Martin also smelled the rotten smell of rotten vegetable leaves.

There were mice around crawling in the dark, making rustling sounds.

Martin didn't make a sound. The original owner of the body, Modes, had a very violent heartbeat, and it beated violently in his chest, hitting his ribs.

He seemed to be hiding under the table, hiding from something.

Adapting to the dim light, Martin lay on the ground and quietly observed the surroundings.

Apart from the sound of mice, there is only the sound of their own breathing around.

After enduring the stench for half a minute, Martin crawled out of the table and stood up slowly.

However, as soon as he got together, he realized something was wrong. His hands, feet, and body height were very strange, and his strength was very strange, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Martin stretched out his right hand.

He held the pitch-black speechless thorn in his hand, and at this time he perfectly integrated into the shadow. If he hadn't been holding the dagger grip, he would probably not have discovered its existence.

At the same time, Martin also discovered that the proportion of his body became a little smaller than that of the dagger.

Modes is not yet an adult?

A guess suddenly popped up in Martin's mind...

Wait, could it be the nightmare that Modes is now on his way to escape?

After slowly getting up, Martin looked at his body, his torn clothes, his body and face were dirty, his calves and heels were still aching, and there were several bruises left after the impact of his upper body.

The most important thing is that this body only has the strength of sequence 9.

Although his abilities, [question], [exam], etc. can be used, his physical strength suddenly dropped from Sequence 6 to Sequence 9, and his strength and flexibility were much worse, which made Martin very uncomfortable.

The only thing to thank is that the internal organs and bones were not injured.

Martin first sorted out his things, and nothing could be used normally.

Take out a set of plainclothes from the small island of the spiritual world, cut it briefly, and replace the rags on your body.

What surprised Martin was that he also found another dagger on himself.

【Mirror Blade】

【Extraordinary ability: unstable transfer】

[When using this ability, you must look at a plane that can mirror reflected light and convert the body into the mirrored world. And within ten minutes, you must select any other mirror plane within 300 meters nearby to escape.]

[Note: If there is no other mirror plane in the range or timeout, other channels will be randomly selected from the mirror world to escape.]

[Binding: When carrying this dagger, every time you look directly at the mirror, there is a probability that you can exchange positions with the mirror and enter the mirror world.]

Martin looked carefully at the information displayed on the panel of the dagger, his eyes full of doubt.

Because he gave this dagger to Modes!

But why did the things he gave to Modes in the last nightmare continue to this nightmare?

Martin held the dagger and looked at the sharp blade reflecting silver-white light, with deep questions in his heart.

Could this be the one I gave to Modes when I played Solam?

By the way, after I gave the dagger to Modes in a nightmare last time, the dagger in reality also disappeared...

But why did what I did in the previous dream affect this nightmare?

In real history, did Modes also hold this dagger?

If you continue to think deeply, it will be a bit terrifying. Can your behavior in your dreams affect what had happened thousands of years ago?

But once history changes, will it create a paradox?

Martin held two daggers and felt a little complicated.

He got this dagger from the Mirror Sequence Superman.

The current [mirror blade] in Modes's hand is very likely to be his own gift.

Martin sighed. The dream was too strange and he couldn't figure out the principle.

The smell of rancidness made Martin stop his deep breathing and return to his eyes.

The goal of this nightmare is to survive, but there is no specific time limit, which makes Martin feel a little uneasy.

If Modes had escaped from the town he knew, where would he escape now?

Martin moved his steps lightly.

There are three doors in the back kitchen, one should lead to the tavern hall and the other to the deep alley. The last door is locked, which should be the bedroom of the bartender or chef.

There were gaps in the front and back doors, and Martin quietly came to the door leading to the alley and looked outwards towards the crack of the door.

The dark night is dark.

The courtyard walls, debris, branches... can only be seen in a dark outline.

The silent environment seemed to be without any vitality, and it seemed particularly strange.

Martin looked back at the door leading to the hall, hesitated for a moment, clenched his dagger, and prepared to go out through the back door.

Of course he wouldn't go stupid and push the door. One thousand percent of this kind of wooden door will make an unpleasant friction sound.

In such a quiet environment, making a sound at will is one of the most dangerous behaviors.

Shadow is his best way to transfer.

In the nightmare, Saifel, who was a member of the Shadow Temple, has lived for more than ten years, often moving in shadows and dark environments.

He has adapted to the darkness.

The shadows were not terrifying to him, but in this environment, he felt like he was in water.

Martin held the speechless thorn and was about to activate his ability to escape into the film and television world. When he left the tavern, a light sound suddenly came from behind!

Click!

The sound is very small, but it is very clear in a quiet environment.

That is definitely not a sound that a mouse can make!

Martin's mind had a few thoughts, then he stopped decisively, turned around and pressed his back against the wooden door, hiding in the darkest place.

He didn't know what was going on in this tavern, so it's always right to observe it.

Moreover, the dark alley outside did not make Martin feel that it was safe to leave the tavern.

The tightly closed door suddenly opened a crack.

A pupil appeared in the crack of the door, reflecting a faint light that penetrated into the room through the window.
To be continued...