"I told you not to leave hot water for me! I told you not to leave hot water for me! I told you..."

In the room, Carl, with an angry look on his face, performed the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu naked choke on Hope.

His entire body was now wrapped around Hope's back, his legs wrapped around Hope from behind and his feet pinning her hips to hold her legs apart, preventing her from closing them.

His two arms were fixed on Hope's neck. Every time he muttered something, he would use all his strength to stretch Hope's body.

Every time Carl exerted force, Hope in his arms would roll his eyes, open his mouth and stick out his tongue.

Her hands weakly grasped Karl's arms, and it was more like tickling Karl than stopping him.

This went on for a long time, until spiritual energy began to surge around Carl's body, and he finally let go.

Hope and the cabin suddenly turned into shadows and disappeared, and the surrounding environment returned to the default state of the second level of the dream.

"Huh~, I accidentally did something like this in the dream world. It seems that without the ability to focus my thoughts, my consciousness is still easily controlled by emotions. I need to practice more!"

Covering his forehead, Carl stood up from the ground and reviewed his actions like a normal man who had just reached the sage state.

As he entered the second level of the dream, the resentment he had towards Hope before going to sleep projected the scene just now, giving Carl the opportunity to "retaliate" against Hope.

Carl could have used his psychic powers to calm himself down, but he didn't.

"Next time I enter the dreamland, I should adapt to the first level before going deeper. My current concentration is not enough to resist the temptation of doing whatever I want."

As the master of this dream world, Carl can always make his wishes come true in his dreams.

Everything within the scope of his cognition can be presented by him.

Especially in the second layer of dreams, the real physics engine makes everything extremely real.

If he wanted, it would not be impossible for him to create the famous actresses from his previous life here and have fun every night.

It is easy for the user to become addicted and depraved in dreams. This is probably the only drawback of this plug-in which is derived from the larvae of the mind flayer.

No, that might be a bit of an excuse, because cheats are just cheats.

It's actually Carl who has shortcomings.

"It seems that there is a chance to strengthen the training of the mind. How do the monks in the temple do it?"

Talking to himself like this, Carl created the illusion of Hope in his dream and prepared to start combat training.

I don’t know if it was influenced by the previous scene, but the two new Hope illusions were very keen on close combat.

They even abandoned their hatchets and used the same techniques Carl had used before against him.

"Unarmed combat? I remember there being a specialization for that, too."

After only a few seconds of distraction, the illusion on the opposite side seized the opportunity, crouched down and charged towards Carl.

An undisguised straight punch came towards the face, but was blocked by Carl's left hand.

Just when Carl was secretly proud of himself and felt that he was no longer a weakling, another illusion raised its long red legs and hooked them around Carl's neck.

"Fuck! Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu!"

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Hope's illusion twisted his waist, and with his thighs clamped around Carl's neck, he began to do gymnastics on him.

The double effect of centrifugal force and inertia caused Carl to lose his balance directly. By the time he reacted, he had been thrown out by the opponent.

"Can this illusion be upgraded with the fighting skills I know?"

Carl rolled on the ground and quickly got up.

Arm armor and chest armor appeared on his body, and he grabbed the ground with his hand armor to stop his retreat.

An inexplicable feeling surged in his heart, and he had a hunch that if he could defeat the two illusions he had now, he would be able to gain enough spiritual power to advance to level 3.

…

"Why are you looking at me like that again?"

Looking down at what she was wearing, Hope carefully adjusted the edge of her underwear.

"Hope, it looks like the rain outside has stopped. How about we go out today and see if we can hunt something?"

Scratching his hair irritably, Carl tried to persuade Hope to go out hunting.

"No! We don't always encounter prey every time we go out. If we don't get anything, a day's work will be wasted."

"And didn't you say before that you would make some spare clothes for the two of us? Since it's not raining today, put the remaining leather outside to dry."

Hope twisted his body awkwardly, frowned, and opened the door.

Ever since her leather armor was torn, she has been waiting for Carl to make a new one.

She didn’t know if it was due to the changes in her regular diet and adequate sleep, but she felt that her body was developing rapidly recently.

Especially her buttocks, because she had to bear the weight of the tail, she felt that it was becoming more and more upturned.

"If this continues, I may not be able to wear my current underwear anymore."

Looking at the boxer briefs that had gradually become a low-waist version due to his growth, Hope always felt hot on his face.

"Oh~, alright then."

Seeing that Hope didn't agree, Carl had to give up the idea.

Every hunt outing is risky, and until both of them have sufficient means of survival, they should indeed try to reduce the frequency of going out.

"But I'm so unwilling to be beaten like that by Hope's illusion. I was just a little bit away from being promoted to level 3..."

Carl and Hope skillfully took out the lizard steaks and prepared breakfast as usual.

Seeing Karl's gloomy face, Hope sighed and took the initiative to suggest:

"How about we go outside and practice some combat? Since you think ordinary training is slow in accumulating spiritual power, let's switch to actual combat. But if my clothes get dirty, you have to help me wash them!"

Similar to training, actual combat without the goal of killing the opponent can also help people gain spirituality.

Hope's proposal made Carl's eyes light up, and he immediately nodded in agreement.

If he was still a long way from reaching level 3 spiritually, Carl wouldn't be as anxious as he is now.

But he could clearly feel that he was just one step away from reaching level 3.

This is the most torturous.

After dinner, Carl and Hope took off everything except their underwear, ready for a real-life fist-and-flesh training session.

The surface of the petrified mushroom did not become slippery due to the rain in recent days. On the contrary, when the two stepped on it, it felt like they were stepping on concrete.

As both sides shouted "Start" at the same time, Carl took advantage of his status as a spellcaster and took the first step.

No spell was needed, a magician's hand was released directly with the help of psychic power.

Hope, who was flying over, was slightly pulled by the big hand formed by the invisible force field and deviated from his original target.

Seeing this, Hope snorted and started to go berserk.

Just as she was about to attack again, there was a "rip" sound, and the clothes on her body were torn apart by her body.

Her body grew rapidly until she was over three meters tall, and finally stopped when she became as tall as an ogre.

Looking at Carl who was already dumbfounded, Hope quickly covered his body.

Feeling the surging power in her body, she said hesitantly, "I think I have reached level 3."

(End of this chapter)