He lay down on the bed, woke up the interface, and waited quietly.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the countdown on the interface reached zero, he saw an additional prompt in the upper right corner.

He clicked it, "Do you want to enter the dream world of "The Age of Mist"?"

The name...

He concentrated on thinking. After having two dream experiences, he knew that he could infer some of the content from the names of the dreams.

The first dream is "Survival in the Apocalypse", which fully reveals the difficulties one will face in the dream. The background is the apocalypse and the theme is survival.

The second one is "Alien Beast Invasion", which also clearly points out the most direct and biggest enemy.

Now, the name of the third dream is "The Age of Mist". I think the key point is the word "mist". This reminds him of a movie he had watched before.

It shouldn't be like in that movie.

He hesitated. In that movie, besides the fog, there were also monsters hidden in the fog. If the dream world was really like in the movie, he estimated that he would not survive for more than three days.

He did not rush into the dream, but opened the prompt at the back, which also contained three options. This time, he did not plan to copy the person in reality and enter.

He opened the candidates provided by the system, thought for a while, and made a choice.

"Let's choose this one."

He focused his attention on the third candidate, a muscular man with a strong body and good martial arts skills, who could serve as his bodyguard.

As for other experts, he felt that they were not necessary. After experiencing two dreams, he also learned a lot of survival skills.

Ding Dong.

A prompt popped up, "An unknown error occurred in the database, and the character template was lost."

Then, the characters on the entire page disappeared.

He was a little stunned, wasn't he? After logging out and logging in again, it was still empty.

In other words, the built-in characters can no longer be selected?

He was a little helpless, gritted his teeth, and decided to pick an item from the second option. There were a few things in it that could be of great use.

As a result, when I clicked on the item option, it was also empty.

He was gritting his teeth, damn, this broken system is going to be finished soon.

Now, there is only one choice before him.

So the question is, who should we choose to copy? …………

Another day passed, and it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Auntie Zhou, you should go back and rest first." Chen Xu said politely to his only employee.

Aunt Zhou took off her hat and apron, hung them on the wall, and said, "Then I'll be leaving first."

After she left, Chen Xu closed the door, called Lao Tang and asked him where he was.

"I'm outside, what's wrong?"

"I have something to talk to you about. Let's talk about it when we meet. Where are you now?"

"Uh, I'm in a studio and there are some designs that need to be changed. I came here to talk to the designer."

When Chen Xu heard this, he felt a bit of a headache. Studios are usually located in the suburbs, and he only had three hours, and he didn't know if it was enough time to go there and back.

However, he didn't want to put it off until tomorrow, so he said, "Give me the address and I'll go over."

If he wanted to find a person he could trust the most, it would be Old Tang. The dream was becoming more and more difficult, and he didn't have the confidence to go in alone. One more person would mean more strength.

After a while, Lao Tang sent an address. He was very familiar with the place and had been there several times.

Chen Xu called a car and rushed over.

When he arrived at the studio, he was stopped outside. The guard refused to let him in. From what he said, it seemed that some celebrity was filming inside, so no one was allowed to enter.

"Chen Xu?"

Chen Xu was about to call Old Tang when he heard someone calling his name. He looked over and saw that it was the advertising designer he had often worked with before. He said, "What a coincidence, Director Gao."

The security guard asked, "Manager Gao, do you know this person?"

"Of course I know him. He's a big customer of our company." The senior executive said with a smile.

With his words, Chen Xu walked in smoothly.

"Why is it so strict today?" Chen Xu asked a little curiously. He had been here several times before. In the past, he would just tell the guard who he was looking for and the guard would let him in. It was not like today.

Manager Gao was a little surprised. "You don't know? Bai Jinxuan is here to shoot today, so of course the guards have to be a little nervous to prevent crazy fans from sneaking in."

"Oh, so that's how it is."

Chen Xu had heard of this name. She was an idol who suddenly became popular last year, a legendary traffic star. Even someone like him who never cared about the entertainment industry, who usually browsed forums, had heard of her name.

However, he didn't even know what the person looked like and had never seen a photo of him.

"Isn't my colleague here? Where is he?" Chen Xu asked about the business.

"He should be in the studio." Chen Xu thanked him and went to the studio to find Lao Tang.

When he walked to the door, he saw that it was full of people. Old Tang was standing not far from the door, chatting with a man.

He immediately activated the scanning function and set his target at Old Tang.

Beep.

Chen Xu was stunned when he saw this prompt.

Do these people still have basic human rights?

"Please reselect the scan target. Please note that you do not have sufficient permissions. After this use, you will need to wait a month before you can enable this function again."

A few seconds later, another prompt popped up in front of his eyes.

This is a broken system.

He cursed inwardly and looked inside. There were only a few women in the entire photo studio, the female star named Bai Jinxuan, her assistant, her agent, and several other staff members.

He looked around at the women and felt a little overwhelmed. He felt that none of them were trustworthy.

Moreover, he thought of Yang Jinxia and Luo Xiyun. After waking up from the dream, he would also get the memory fragments in the dream. He really didn't want to have such a bond with other women anymore.

Forget it, I can try my luck in my dream by myself.

Just as he made his decision, another prompt appeared, "Because you have exceeded the time limit, a random object has been scanned for you. Please check in the character template."

Haha, it is in such details that the humanity is reflected.

He shook his head. At this moment, Old Tang looked over here, raised his hand, said something to the person next to him, and squeezed out.

He asked, "What's the matter with you looking for me so urgently?"

Chen Xu took out an exquisite bag and said, "Isn't your daughter almost one year old? I bought a small gift for her."

"Thanks. But there's no need to make a special trip for something like this." Old Tang said after taking it.

Chen Xu said, "I have to go out of town in a couple of days, and I'm afraid I'll forget. I just happen to have time today, so I'll send it to you first."

"What about your noodle shop?"

"I'll close for two days. Okay, I'm leaving now."

…………

When Chen Xu returned to the noodle shop, it was already past five o'clock and Aunt Zhou was waiting at the door.

He hurried over to open the door and said, "Something delayed me, so I won't have to wait long."

"No, boss, you're too polite." Aunt Zhou said with a smile.

After the door opened, customers started coming in. By six or seven o'clock, the store was full of people, and many people chose to queue outside.

Chen Xu stood in the kitchen and never stopped working until after nine o'clock, when there were fewer people around and he could find time to sit down and rest for a while.

At ten o'clock, Aunt Zhou got off work. He was left alone, and people came in one after another to eat noodles.

At 11:30, Chen Xu waited for the last person to leave and then closed the store door. He took a shower, dried his hair, and lay on the bed. Then, he opened the props window.

Dozens of small pictures appeared in front of him. These were props that could be purchased with points.

He had already made his selection during the day and now he just clicked to buy.

In the second dream, he received a reward of 150 points, which was twice as much as the first dream.

The props this time are very different from those in the previous dream, and there are dozens more of them. Looking at the introduction above, many of them are high-tech products. Presumably, the technology level in the dream I am about to go to is not low.

He first spent twenty points to buy a thin, close-fitting protective suit to ensure his basic safety.

Then, he spent 20 points to buy an electromagnetic pulse gun. In fact, all the weapons provided here were electromagnetic weapons, and he bought the cheapest one. This was for self-defense.

He used the remaining 100 points to buy various auxiliary items.

After spending all his points, he quit.

Then, a message appeared in front of him, "You are about to enter the virtual dream "Misty Era". The difficulty of this dream is level one and it will last for 180 days. I wish you a wonderful experience in this dream."

Along with the sound of the prompt, he saw the scene in front of him undergo a drastic change. Traces of damage appeared on the wall, and then a mist appeared out of nowhere, blocking his sight.

This was the first time he entered a dream while awake. Seeing these changes with his own eyes was really shocking.

At the same time, it also confirmed his idea that the scenes set up by the dream equipment are all based on the real environment.

He turned around and saw a backpack on the table. He walked over and took inventory, and found that all the props he bought were there.

This time, the system did not play any tricks, and the props I bought were placed directly next to me.

He put on a close-fitting protective suit, a mask and a helmet, put the electromagnetic pulse gun, which was the size of an ordinary pistol, on his belt, put on his backpack, opened the door and walked out.

The first floor looked like it had been shot by a powerful bullet, and the walls were covered with holes as thick as fingers. He felt a little sad to see his noodle shop turned into this state.

Fortunately, this was in a dream.

There must have been a war here, but I don't know who the two sides were in the battle.

Moreover, all this happened not long ago, because he did not see any dust on the overturned tables and chairs.

It was very quiet all around, without any sound.

He knew that, apart from his name, the system would not provide any background information, and he needed to explore everything on his own. He walked to the door that was already riddled with holes, took a deep breath, and opened it.

When the rolling shutter door was pulled up, the sound of metal sheets squeezing and colliding could be heard from far away in this silent world.

As the door opened, a thick fog slowly poured in, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

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