Su Mu got up and sat at the desk. Bright red blood dripped from his nose and fell on the white paper of the notebook. The splashing patterns had a unique beauty.
His cheeks were flushed with sickly color, and the severe headache made his body tremble unconsciously, but he was smiling, as if he had found some interesting prey.
He picked up a pen and quickly wrote on the blood-stained notebook: "Seven days! I still have seven days to live!
When I woke up from the dream for the 368th time, my mental power increased again. Just as I had speculated before, every dream would increase my mental power. This increase was not a fixed mental power +1+1+1... but a percentage increase!
It is impossible to quantify how much mental power is enhanced each time I dream. I don’t know the standard for detecting mental power values at present, but I estimate that the increase should be about 1%.”
Having written this, Su Mu paused, and finally added a summary: "The fourth summary about the dream conjecture.
Dreams have the property of restoring and enhancing mental power. Even if you use up all your mental power while awake, you can replenish it by dreaming, and increase your total mental power by 1%! (The increase in total mental power has nothing to do with whether you have consumed mental power.)"
He stopped writing and looked through his previous summary of dream conjectures.
First rule: As long as you fall asleep, you will dream. After waking up, the total amount of mental energy will inevitably increase. You can avoid this situation by not sleeping.
Article 2: Reading or studying, frightening or exciting oneself, indulging oneself in enjoyment, destroying dreams, etc. in dreams, etc., which can consume energy and cause emotional fluctuations can effectively consume mental strength.
Article 3: The body is a container, and the spirit is water. Once the spirit exceeds the limit of what the body can hold, it will cause serious damage to the body. The specific damage will manifest as headaches, tinnitus, nosebleeds, limb weakness, muscle atrophy, etc.
Bang!
Su Mu closed the notebook. He had a clear understanding of his current situation. In a nutshell, he was sick with a strange disease that could infinitely increase his mental power. Now his body was already overwhelmed and could not bear the increasing mental power. He would die in seven days.
The method of curing the disease is very simple, that is to increase the strength of the body so that the body can bear the powerful mental force, but the problem is, with his physical condition, ordinary exercise methods will not have any effect at all. It is like letting a seriously ill patient do intense physical exercise, which will not only fail to relieve the condition, but will make the patient die faster.
Now, he can only rely on consuming a large amount of mental energy every day to relieve physical pressure.
To give an easy-to-understand example, the physical body is like the bladder, and mental strength is urine. Now Su Mu's bladder is about to explode every day. In this state, he even has difficulty walking. Only by urinating can he return to normal. Then after a night's sleep, his bladder is full again, and the urine volume even increases by one percent.
This is also the reason why he had to look for twelve beauties in his dreams, read books and study, and blow up the dream world, because he was...consuming his mental energy.
Now, after waking up, his mental strength was full and strengthened again.
Feeling the pain as if his head was about to split open, Su Mu lay on the table, his chest heaving violently and his forehead covered with cold sweat.
At the same time, a low-key and luxurious black car stopped in front of the dilapidated residential building.
Passersby on the road couldn't help but look sideways when they saw the car, because they rarely saw such expensive luxury cars in District 13.
It was not until the people on the bus got off that passers-by's expressions changed and they quickly looked away, not daring to look again.
Two muscular men in black suits with black snake tattoos on their necks walked out of the car. They looked around and the passers-by around them quickly looked away, not daring to look at them.
These two men exude a fierce aura, and it is no exaggeration to describe them as ferocious and evil.
However, what really scares passers-by is not their fierce temperament, but the black venomous snake tattoo on their necks. Everyone living in District 13 knows what this tattoo means.
Viper Gang!
The most notorious gang in District 13, known for its brutal and cruel methods. Anyone targeted by the Viper Gang will basically not survive the next day.
The two Viper Gang members ignored the fearful looks of the passers-by around them, and instead took a wheelchair from the car and entered the dilapidated residential building.
When they disappeared from everyone's sight, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help whispering.
"Why are the people from the Viper Gang here?"
"Someone must have borrowed money from a loan shark, and they're here to collect the debt!" Someone said in horror: "Did you see that wheelchair? They must be planning to break your legs."
"Oh, how foolish! No matter how big the difficulties are, you can't ask the Viper Gang for money. Isn't that courting death?"
"Maybe he's really desperate. This is such a fucked up world. Sigh..."
"Let's go quickly. The excitement of the Viper Gang is not something we can watch. Be careful or you'll get covered in blood."
Pedestrians scattered like birds and beasts, staying away from the place.
A moment later, the door of Su Mu's house was opened, and two men in black suits pushing wheelchairs strode into the room.
Their eyes swept across the room sharply, and finally locked on Su Mu's bedroom. The bedroom door was not closed. The two looked at each other and then walked towards the bedroom.
Su Mu, whose headache had been relieved for a while, heard the noise, turned around, and saw two ferocious-looking men standing at the door like door gods.
“Boss!”
The two men in suits shouted fanatically.
Su Mu frowned slightly: "How many times have I told you not to use your gang's tricks, but to use the job title!"
The two men in suits panicked and quickly changed their words: “Yes, Chief!”
Su Mu nodded in satisfaction. He picked up the brown glasses on the table and put them on his face. His deep eyes became looming under the cover of the glasses, adding a bit of mystery to his vampire aristocratic appearance.
Then the mysterious noble was about to stand up, but just when he was halfway up, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell back on the stool.
The two men in suits stood there like wooden figures.
Su Mu said expressionlessly: "Help me up."
The two people who received the order hurried forward and carefully helped Su Mu onto the wheelchair.
A moment later, Su Mu sat in a wheelchair and was carried into the car by the two men in suits.
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