My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 162 In a world of despair, all beings will call upon my name.

As time and space shifted, a scene appeared before Huang Tian's eyes:

"Haha, nightmares killing people, dream chasers... this is too far-fetched!"

Looking at a post that suddenly popped up on his phone, Sun Qiang couldn't help but laugh, and even the weariness and resentment from working overtime until 11 p.m. dissipated a little.

[A survivor: I know that probably no one will believe this post I made, and I don’t know why I suddenly wanted to make this post. Maybe it’s because making this post can relieve some of the depression I feel about this hopeless world?]
Well, let's get back to the main topic.

First of all, I would like to say that our world was a peaceful and beautiful world a hundred years ago.

The peace and beauty I'm referring to doesn't mean the absence of war, slaughter, and hatred in the world, but rather the absence of extraordinary powers. You can understand this as supernatural powers.

At that time, the world was extremely peaceful, and everything that existed in fantasy did not exist.

However, about a hundred years ago, a nightmare began to unfold in the world!

Nightmares are half-real and half-illusion, their origin and cause unknown; in short, they abruptly descend upon reality.

Perhaps you don't quite understand the name "nightmare," so you can call it... eerie! Strange tales!

For over a century, nightmares have haunted the world. Initially, they were relatively rare, with perhaps only one case of a nightmare-related murder occurring every few months or even every year or two.

However, nowadays, the power of nightmares is growing stronger, and many nightmare-related murders have occurred all over the world. Modern technological weapons have some effect on them, but most nightmares pull people into the dream realm when they occur. In the dream realm, technological weapons often fail, so once you are enveloped in the dream realm, you will almost certainly die.

Why almost?

Because if you're lucky, you might encounter a dream interpreter who can save you.

So-called dream chasers are people who coexist with nightmares; they use the power of nightmares to fight off other nightmares.

However, those who coexist with nightmares are destined to have their minds affected by them, and are also destined to be consumed by them and die.

And compared to the ever-growing number of nightmares in the world, their power is far too weak.

Fierce, evil, wicked, and malevolent!

Dream exorcists can generally only deal with evil spirits and malevolent spirits. Even if a nightmare of a severe severity is resolved, it may not be possible to resolve it even if a dozen or more dream exorcists lose their lives, let alone a nightmare of a truly malevolent severity.

The power of nightmares seems to be expanding, and their ferocity may not be their limit. Perhaps in three to five years, or perhaps ten or twenty years, a true world-destroying nightmare will descend!

At that time, no one will survive.

You might wonder why I know so much?
Because I am just a dream chaser barely clinging to life.

The comments section below:

"666, you've really got the story going."

"You're a genius! When are you going to write a web novel? I'll suggest a title for you: How about 'Nightmare Descends'?"

"Speaking of which, something strange happened in my neighboring community, somewhat like the nightmare described by the original poster."

After an elderly woman committed suicide by jumping from a building, people could be heard crying late at night in the apartment building where she lived. The crying was heart-wrenching. Some residents also said that they could see an elderly woman dressed in funeral clothes standing outside the window at night.

Now all the residents of that building have fled in terror, and not just that building, but many residents from the entire community have moved away.

"Dude, you've turned into a dream-exorcist! Come on, give me a stun gun through the internet, hahaha!"

"Sigh, it's just that the most terrifying nightmares haven't appeared in the big cities yet, otherwise..."

"Hey bro upstairs, you're not the poster's alt account, are you? Are you working together?"

"Alright, alright, I believe everything you've said. You are the guardian of humanity hidden in the shadows, so you must not slack off or get discouraged! Humanity depends on you for protection!"

"Hey buddy upstairs, your uncle spoils him, doesn't he?"

"..."

Smiling as he scrolled through posts, Sun Qiang got up from his workstation, ready to go home, when suddenly...

"Where did the post go?!"

He glanced down at his phone; the post he'd just made up had been blocked. He paused, stunned. "That shouldn't be happening. It was just a made-up story, how could it be against the rules? Could it be…"

He stood there for a moment, took a deep breath, looked around the empty company, and felt a chill creep into his heart.

He quickly turned off the company lights and hurried out. As soon as the door closed, he heard the sound of a printer starting up. Startled, he looked back and saw the public printer was lit up, followed by a whirring sound, as if someone was printing something.

"groove!"

Sun Qiang felt a surge of electricity shoot from his spine to his scalp and explode. He coughed heavily, and the pale white lights in the corridor immediately turned on.

He rushed to the elevator door and pressed the elevator buttons repeatedly, leaving afterimages.

wow~
The elevator door opens.

He hurriedly went inside, pressed the button for the first floor, and the elevator doors gradually closed. He leaned against the elevator wall and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, he remembered something his colleague had told him during the day.

"A couple of days ago, an employee on the fifth floor suddenly died. She was a young woman in her early twenties. It's such a pity..."

He felt a chill run down his spine and forced himself not to think about these messy things.

just.

"Zizi~"

The elevator suddenly stopped moving, the doors didn't open, and the display screen was stuck on "5".

At the same time, the overhead lights suddenly flickered, illuminating the elevator with intermittent light, and his stiff face was vaguely reflected on the stainless steel walls.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Don't mess with me!"

He pressed the elevator buttons repeatedly, but the elevator did not respond at all.

"Is anyone there? Hello! Can you hear me?"

He pounded on the elevator door, his voice urgent.

However, there was no response from outside; all he could hear was his own heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart.

His hands trembled as he took out his phone to call for help, but no matter how he pressed the buttons, the screen remained black.

"I made sure my phone was fully charged before I left work..."

As an employee, it's perfectly normal to use the company's electricity. He would fully charge his phone every day before leaving, and sometimes he would even bring a power bank to the company to charge it.

Therefore, a phone can never run out of power unless it suddenly breaks down. But he just finished reading the post on his phone a minute or two ago. How could it have been working perfectly one moment and broken the next?
"Zizi~"

The lights flickered violently twice, then became even dimmer.

"Damn, could it really be some kind of nightmare...?"

He immediately thought of that post, a chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat broke out on his back. Just then, a faint smell entered his nose, carrying the metallic odor of blood.

He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. Trembling, he glanced up and saw dark blood seeping through the cracks in the roof, drop by drop, falling to the ground with a soft pattering sound.

He froze instantly, then pressed himself tightly against the elevator door, frantically pressing the buttons, but the elevator door remained closed.

"Boom!!"

Suddenly, a dull thud came from above, like something heavy had hit the top of the elevator car.

Sun Qiang immediately cowered in fear and held his breath.

"Dong~dong~"

The sound rose rhythmically, slowly and heavily, as if something was crawling on the roof of the building.

The black blood seeped in faster, and soon a small pool of blood pooled on the ground, the stench growing stronger and more nauseating.

He huddled in a corner of the elevator, trembling all over, muttering to himself.

"I beg you, God, Buddha, all Bodhisattvas, Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones, the Yellow Heaven and Earth, the Great God, God... save me!!"

squeak~
A sharp scraping sound suddenly appeared, like a woman scratching open an elevator car with her fingernails.

Terrified, cold sweat poured down his face. Sun Qiang could feel the scraping sound getting closer and clearer.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, a pale hand tore through the steel above the carriage and reached in. Then, long, smooth, black hair fell down through the gap, followed by a pair of scarlet eyes.

When he met those cold and vicious eyes, Sun Qiang felt as if he were facing a hungry tiger in the middle of nowhere. He froze, unable to move, and almost suffocated.

'So, nightmares really do exist in this world…'

The thought flashed through my mind, but the will to survive was overwhelmed by endless fear.

Blue Star, Yan Dong Garden, in an elegant study.

Huang Tian frowned slightly. "Nightmare? Strange?"

His gaze shifted from the stiff Sun Qiang to the elevator. The scene changed as his gaze fell upon a woman in blood-stained clothes, who was leaning against the elevator car, squeezing her body into the elevator as if she had no bones.

"They don't seem that strong?"

He pondered for a moment, then tried to transmit his power along the sound of the voice—he had previously experimented with Daoist Shan Jing, and his power could be transmitted along the sound of the voice, though it would be somewhat weakened.

If the decay is already occurring on the same planet, the decay must be even more severe in worlds that are separated by an unknown distance. Therefore, this time, he did not hesitate to use all his strength, and a Taiyi Guizang Five-Colored Divine Light directly swept towards the woman in blood!
next moment.

Sun Qiang's vision blurred, and a magnificent burst of colorful light suddenly erupted in the elevator!

The rosy glow was dazzling, like the most beautiful scenery in the world, yet it was also extremely cold. Wherever it passed, the woman in blood-stained clothes, who had already squeezed half of her body into the glow, was instantly reduced to ashes, without even having time to let out a scream.

Phew~~

The moment the woman in blood disappeared, it was as if the tide had receded, and the oppressive atmosphere all around dissipated. The lights stabilized again, no longer flickering, and the elevator car shuddered before continuing its descent to the first floor.

Sun Qiang, who had survived the ordeal, collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving and his breathing heavy.

"I... I survived?!"

His head was pressed against the cold wall of the compartment, and his right hand instinctively picked up his phone, pressed a button, and the screen lit up.

"My phone is working again, the elevator is running again, I really survived?!"

An unbelievable surge of joy and relief welled up inside him. "Was I just distracted because I was too tired from working overtime, and nothing actually happened?"

Just as he was thinking this, a red light came into view.

Suddenly, a red ribbon appeared at his feet.

Sun Qiang shuddered. He was certain he hadn't seen this thing when he entered the elevator, so, "This hair tie belongs to that thing from before? She's not dead?!"

The moment fear arose, the red ribbon seemed to be engulfed in flames, instantly turning to ashes and disappearing completely from the spot.

"Is...is he dead?"

Sun Qiang looked bewildered. Just then, with a bang, the elevator arrived at the first floor and the doors opened. Without thinking, he jumped out of the elevator and ran frantically out of the office building.

He ran to the side of the street, panting heavily with his hands on his knees. As far as the eye could see, the lights of the cars on the street were bright, and many small shops on both sides of the road were still open. The white or dim yellow lights gave people a warm feeling. Some passers-by were strolling on the sidewalk, chatting and laughing.

Hehe~

A cool night breeze blew by, making him shiver.

He glanced back at the dark office buildings, then at the still bustling street, and felt a strange sense of being in another world.

"Just now, it felt like a dream, a nightmare..."

At that moment, he finally understood the origin of the word "nightmare".

"So, this world really is like that post said, full of nightmares and dream chasers... Was I able to survive just now because of a dream chaser? But why didn't I see anyone? If it wasn't a dream chaser, then who helped me?"

As Sun Qiang pondered, he slowly walked along the sidewalk, his mind replaying everything that had happened.

"From beginning to end, I only did one thing: cry for help." He secretly wondered, "Could it be that besides nightmares and dream chasers, there are gods and immortals in this world?!"

At first, he didn't quite believe it, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was true. If it weren't for the existence of gods and immortals and the fact that his prayers had been answered, he would have had no chance of survival.

"Immortal/God? Which great deity is it? Hey, which gods did I just pray to?"

His eyes shone brightly. Now that he knew this world possessed the extraordinary power of nightmares, in order to protect himself, he either had to become a dream interpreter or find out why he had survived before.

"Nuwa? The Three Pure Ones? The Yellow Heaven and Earth..."

He clasped his hands together and muttered something under his breath, as if trying to see if any deity would respond.

However, no matter how many names of gods and immortals he recited, nothing happened. On the contrary, passersby looked at him as if he were a strange person, making his face slightly flushed.

"The power of that world can actually be transmitted back?"

In the study of Yandong Garden, Huang Tian felt a surge of pure spiritual energy within his body and was slightly surprised.

Just now, after he killed the woman in blood across endless time and space, a pure spiritual energy without any impurities flowed back into his body along the sound. This spiritual energy was almost equivalent to a short while of his cultivation.

"Eliminating nightmares grants spiritual energy feedback? No, to be precise, nightmares are like a combination of pure power and something else. By killing them, I can remove the impurities and absorb the rest..."

Huang Tian's eyes were bright, and his gaze as he looked at the new world was full of curiosity and joy.

"If a nightmare spanning endless time and space can have such an effect, what about the many others? And what is the root cause behind them?"

Upon realizing this, he immediately separated a wisp of his consciousness and traversed countless layers of time and space...

(End of this chapter)