Su Wanwan refused to believe it, and continued to run several more simulations.
But every single simulation ended the same way: Lin Mo silently cradled her corpse in his arms, not saying a word.
[You have died.]
[Remaining simulation attempts: 0.]
Staring at the simulated words, Su Wanwan’s vision went black.
She couldn’t figure it out—Lin Mo had clearly ended the apocalypse, so why did she still die?
Could it be that the root of the malice she imagined was not truly the end of everything?
Was there more, even after Lin Mo, in his overwhelming strength, had put an end to the shadow that blotted out the sky? Was there a follow-up she didn’t know about, so sudden and instant that she didn’t even realize how she died?
That crushing fall from heaven to hell…
Even though that sense of loss nearly suffocated Su Wanwan, she soon pulled herself together.
It wasn’t like she’d gained nothing, right? Following this path, even someone as ordinary as her could say with confidence: Lin Mo, let’s kill them all with the teacher.
At least she was no longer afraid of those headless corpses.
Unlike a magical girl, who flies out on her Fairy Wand only to find it’s gone moldy!
Battling monsters with wit and courage. Su Wanwan glanced at the time on her phone.
It was already past two in the morning. She had been exploring her new talent for a while.
She discovered that when she activated her new talent, time seemed to stand still.
This new talent of hers had two abilities.
The first was Dreamwalking—she could invade other people’s Dreams and move freely within them.
The second ability was even more unreasonable: she could force someone into a deep Dream, provided the target was already asleep.
The new ability was tricky to control. When Su Wanwan first tried it out, she accidentally entered another teacher’s Dream. The staff dormitory was full of people from No.1 High—both active and retired old cadres. When she entered that Dream, she made a shocking discovery: the Principal had, at some point, moved into this very building.
The Principal’s Dream made Su Wanwan realize just how unrepentant he was—claiming to be “upright” in the Dream. As a bystander, Su Wanwan was so angry she could barely breathe. She had no choice but to manipulate the Dream so that Bai Xiaojie, just before disaster struck, pulled a transformation device from her pocket and turned into Zoffy Ultraman. As the eldest of the Ultra Brothers and leader of the Space Garrison of the M78 Nebula, Zoffy was more than enough to handle someone “upright.”
From then on, every night, the Principal would suddenly jolt awake in the middle of the night, yelling, “Zoffy, don’t come over here!”
Let’s set aside Zoffy and the Principal for now.
Su Wanwan hadn’t forgotten her original goal.
Along the way, she saw many people’s Dreams—her college classmates, for example. Though she was a little curious what they were dreaming about, she still prioritized finding her student. Her student seemed to be in a meditative slumber, but the Dream bubble representing a Dream was completely blank.
Clearly, he wasn’t dreaming.
[Bind to Initial Dream Point?]
Bind.
Once bound, as long as Lin Mo was asleep, Su Wanwan would know right away.
Not only that, but by binding Lin Mo as the Initial Dream Point, Su Wanwan could not only enter his Dream, but also take on a role within his Dream and experience it firsthand—not just as a bystander.
Su Wanwan knew that the reason she became much stronger in the simulation was definitely because she gained something within Lin Mo’s Dream.
[Binding successful.]
[Generating Dream… Generation complete.]
At that moment, a blue bubble appeared in Su Wanwan’s sea of consciousness.
It represented Lin Mo’s Dream.
Su Wanwan gradually let her consciousness sink into it…
Ten Thousand Mountains.
Here, evil mist coils and demons run rampant. Spanning a hundred thousand li, and frequently the site of demon beast attacks, this place was named Ten Thousand Mountains.
[: But though this place is dangerous, to cultivators, it is a land of endless opportunities.
Demon Blood can be used to make talismans, Demon Bone refined into tools, Demon Skin crafted into armor, Demon Core to boost cultivation.
There were even rumors of millennia-old Great Demons lurking here—such creatures were treasure troves, drawing more and more cultivators to try their luck.
Huh? Is this Lin Mo’s Dream?
This is nothing like Blue Star. Lin Mo really is an otherworlder here…
That is…
As a bystander, Su Wanwan saw someone—someone who left her utterly stunned.
To be precise, it was a woman.
She was like light clouds emerging from the mountains, with every step stirring up fragments of starlight. Her hair was entwined with a silver veil woven from moonlight. Beneath her arched brows, her eyes glimmered with the clarity of spring dew gathered into autumn water—just one glance could make a hundred flowers blush and drifting clouds linger.
She was even more ethereal than any fairy Su Wanwan had imagined.
But what stunned Su Wanwan wasn’t that—what stunned her was that this fairy looked just like her.
No, not just similar—they were completely identical.
Of course, she would never admit that while her own looks and figure were exactly the same as this woman’s, their temperaments were worlds apart.
Honestly, her own aura was quite decent—after all, she was a teacher—but compared to a legendary fairy, it was still lacking.
At that moment, the fairy’s face was icy cold as she faced off against a group of cultivators. “Little one, cultivation is not easy for you. If you’re smart, get out of the way at once!”
Little one? She, Su Fairy, had cultivated for a hundred years—how could she be called “little one”?
“I had no intention of meddling in this matter, but you attacked me without knowing right from wrong, and on top of that, you’re out to kill a mere child. What sense is there in that?”
Su Wanwan looked at the fairy.
Behind her stood a small child, about five or six years old. Though young, he was exquisitely cute and showed no trace of fear on his face.
This was Lin Mo’s Dream, but Su Wanwan didn’t see Lin Mo himself anywhere. The rest were all vicious characters.
So, did that mean this little one was Lin Mo himself?
“So much nonsense—kill them both! No one else must know about this!”
Su Fairy’s beautiful face turned ashen. “Fine, fine! I seclude myself for decades and the world forgets the might of my Palace!”
“You all can die for me!”
“Slay Immortal Sword! You’re from the Su Clan of the Immortal Realm!”
“Noisy!”
When the Slay Immortal Sword appeared, all immortals perished.
[Target bound: Su Wanwan, eldest daughter of the Su Clan of the Immortal Realm, bearer of the once-in-ten-thousand-years Yin Sacred Body, a Peerless Heaven’s Pride.]
[Binding…]
“You, child, why are you still following me?” Su Fairy’s face was frosty. “I have no intention of getting involved in your affairs. Why haven’t you left yet?”
The child looked reluctant, but after a moment, he suddenly fell heavily to his knees, his voice full of resolve and childishness: “Mother…”
[Binding successful.]
Su Wanwan’s face grew strange.
What? What did Lin Mo just say?
No, no, absolutely not.
Su Wanwan had thought Lin Mo and her teacher’s meeting, however strange, would be nothing more than some dramatic fantasy adventure.
Who could have expected this!
Now it all made sense, it all made sense.
No wonder, just because of their similar appearance, Lin Mo would instinctively want to protect her.
What a bond!
Could she, as she was now, truly take Su Wanwan’s place?
Su Wanwan lost all confidence.