I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 95 is hard to say.

Sun Lei was not satisfied until he finished playing "My Factory".

Four dreamscapes, four styles, showcasing Morning Light's extraordinary control and precise grasp of "how to make it fun".

As a top-tier dream architect, he can sense the other person's intentions and know their thoughts from their dreams.

Chen Guang's impression was that the other party seemed to want to torture the player to death.

Whether it's the madness in "Dream Man", the difficulty in "Body Cultivation", or the taunts in "Quiz Mayhem", Chenguang seems to be intentionally stirring up negative emotions in players.

Although this makes him seem a bit wicked, Sun Lei doesn't dislike this kind of wickedness.

If the dream architect doesn't have a particular inclination, the resulting creations will often lack any emotional content.

Many dream architects spend their entire lives creating dreams, but what they produce is merely mechanical copying and pasting. In the end, their impact may not even be as great as the influence of a single dream by a genius on the world.

The ultimate goal of an excellent dream weaver is to influence the star deity, leaving an indelible mark on the star deity's life. This is the ideal and romance they should pursue.

In Sun Lei's view, Chenguang has already touched this point, and all it needs to do now is find its own path.

I wonder how old this Chenguang is this year.

If you're under forty, I could help bring you into my work and then we could dream together.

Even if you arrive, you can arrange to meet up, add each other as friends, and chat occasionally.

But for now, let's focus on fulfilling our responsibilities.

He had signed a contract with the Xu Group, under which his previous dreams would need to be monitored and maintained, but each dream could only be experienced once.

Because of this contract, he needed to visit the Xu Group from time to time. However, the other party was a decent person and knew to help reimburse his travel expenses and give him a fee for his trouble.

After all, the past is the past, and the present is the present. A top-tier dream weaver must maintain good relationships no matter what.

Sun Lei picked up the dream he had at Moral High School, savored it carefully, and then scoffed.

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, it was indeed well done, and I'd give it a score of 91.

The foundation of the dream was still what he had built before, and the content of the dream told the story of a prince who had been exiled and made constant choices in order to seek revenge and the throne.

In this process, the participants will face different moral choices and must weigh the lives of tens of thousands of people on a scale, making it a dream that is extremely challenging to the human heart.

At the same time, there is also a hidden agenda: players can sign a contract with the Star Lord to transfer a portion of the cost to their descendants, thus paving the way for the Xu Group's descendant loans.

It must be said that the Xu Group has formed a complete framework and process, which breaks down the originally mysterious dream into parts, with each dream architect handling a part, and then integrating them together.

The upper limit of this approach is not high, but the lower limit is not low either. It can create dreams that can be sold for money and also influence the Star Lord, injecting different characteristics into the Star Lord's body.

Despite his dissatisfaction, Sun Lei said helplessly, "You did a good job. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be number one in Changsheng Prefecture this time."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Sun," Xu Zilong said with a polite smile. "However, other high schools in Tianyuan also have many outstanding talents this time. Would you mind taking a look and giving your comments as well?"

With a sneer, Sun Lei said, "You're quite the good guy, aren't you? Your morals are pretty high. You ask me to interpret your dreams, and then you announce it's free guidance. How do you know how to use others to do good deeds?"

"Doesn't this make you look more professional?"

"Humph."

With a cold laugh, Sun Lei looked at the books one by one, following the order of the high schools.

The dream about the high school student was also quite good, but the scope was a bit small.

The participants played the role of a doctor, constantly needing to make decisions on how to treat patients based on the advice of others; a slight mistake could lead to the patient's death. The dream content was also limited, and to conserve resources, the scene was deliberately confined to a relatively narrow space, which significantly reduced the sense of immersion in the dream.

Yawning, Sun Lei said, "Seventy points, that's pretty good for a student. The ten points are a bonus for being a student. And then there's the sports high school, right?"

"Wait a moment."

"Ok?"

Seeing Sun Lei's dream about visiting a sports high school, Xu Zilong felt a sudden pang of unease.

Then, he chuckled to himself.

My Dao heart actually wavered just now. The Dao heart that had been built up by various victories loosened a little, which showed that I was actually afraid.

Zhang Yun and Liu Xiao's advice wasn't without effect; he was unconsciously influenced by them and even became somewhat afraid of Chen Yu's work.

He shook his head slightly, withdrew his hand, and calmly said, "It's alright, let's begin."

"Okay. 'The Immortal Clan'. Judging from the title, it's a family simulation. Is the protagonist a family elder? Let me see."

Sun Lei immersed a portion of his primordial spirit into it, and soon he let out a hissing gasp.

Seeing Sun Lei's reaction, Xu Zilong's unease grew even stronger.

A dozen minutes later, Sun Lei exited the dream and began to close his eyes and meditate.

The meeting room became very quiet. Xu Zilong and the four principals stared at Sun Lei, who was deep in thought, and dared not say a word.

After a moment, Sun Lei sighed and said, "It's hard to say."

"What's wrong?" Xu Zilong asked anxiously.

"It's hard to say about this dream. I'll go in and experience it for myself. You guys wait a moment."

Xu Zilong's pupils dilated suddenly, and his body trembled involuntarily.

This was the first time Sun Lei had said he wanted to seriously experience it.

He spent a lot of money and time on this introspection. The purchase of the dream was secondary; the hidden costs he invested in this opportunity were even higher.

Unexpectedly, something went wrong here.

He stared nervously at Sun Lei, wanting to stop him from continuing the experience, but knowing it was pointless.

From the moment the other party arrived here, the Fire God's gaze was already fixed on this place. All the students' reactions and thoughts were taken into account by the other party, and there was no way to lie.

However, Xu Zilong still held onto a sliver of hope.

What if the dream of a sports high school is just a gimmick?
The opponent's technical strength is definitely inferior to ours, and no matter how good a few students are, they can't possibly overwhelm us technically.

Moreover, I have also mobilized dream architects from other regions. The level of professional talent is definitely superior to that of the other party. I cannot possibly fail!
After Sun Lei left the dream again, Xu Zilong disregarded his own image and directly grasped Sun Lei's hand, asking nervously, "Mr. Sun, it's just a student's work, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

"Ugh."

Sun Lei helplessly pushed Xu Zilong away; the first thing Xu Zilong said chilled him to the bone.

Looking at Xu Zilong, Sun Lei asked, "Chenguang, is he at the sports high school? He's only a sophomore, right?"

(End of this chapter)