Different World: The Devil's Coming

What did Mo Fan do when he returned to the Demon King's City? He played as he pleased. After all, he was home, so he had to have fun.

“Hehe… blast it for me… let me blast it… hehehe…”

Mo Fan was lying on the bed, dreaming, drooling. Yes, Mo Fan was back, but his parents were not away from home, so how could they let him play? After returning to the Demon King's City yesterday, Mo Lang grabbed Mo Fan, left the Demon King's City, and flew towards a forbidden land in the east of the Dark Forest.

Since he was little, Molan and his mother had repeatedly warned him not to approach the forbidden land. Although Mo Fan was naughty and not very obedient, the level of the monsters there was indeed very high, and Mo Fan could not get there, so he was always curious about it. But yesterday, after Molan brought him here, he turned around and left, leaving only a sentence "I'll pick you up in a month."

Even at the speed of the Demon King, it took a whole day to get here. As it was getting late, Mo Fan took out a bed and had a good sleep. As for why he brought a bed with him? Isn't it because sleeping bags are uncomfortable to sleep in? Anyway, there was space in the storage magic tool, so he put some in.

But this is a forbidden place after all, so is Mo Fan really sleeping?

I saw a big fleshy worm beside Mo Fan's bed. A suction cup appeared on the top of the worm's head and sucked on Mo Fan's head, as if sucking something. Some of the traps that Mo Fan had set up around him had been triggered, leaving several corpses of monsters around. The worm crawled to Mo Fan on the corpses.

In the dream, Mo Fan was throwing bombs at will, blowing up the Demon King's City, Chang'an City, or any city he could see. Then the city was restored, and he continued to bomb. There were even three people beside him, Chenxi, passing him bombs, making him have a lot of fun. But gradually, he got a little bored...

The scene changed and appeared in a room with a strange atmosphere. Chenxi, Lan Kexin and Lian were lying on a big bed. The three of them looked at Mo Fan with eager expressions, which made him feel dry in the mouth and wanted to pounce on him immediately. In fact... Mo Fan did so...

But soon, Mo Fan felt something was wrong... Most dreams are a reflection of reality, right? That is, things experienced in reality are combined in the form of fantasy. So here comes the question... No matter in my past life or this life, I am a virgin! How can I have such a real experience! In my past life, I didn't even have money to buy an inflatable doll, this...

As he thought about it, Mo Fan stretched out his hand and pinched the flesh beneath him. The soft touch made him imagine a lot. But Mo Fan's thoughts were still wrong...

This feeling is wrong. How could I have such an experience? This dream is not normal. Normally, shouldn't I wake up when I pounce on him? How come I haven't woken up yet when it's almost the last step? Even the touch, hearing, and taste are so real! Impossible, this is not normal, this is not a dream!

Although... it was crude, Mo Fan did find something wrong, and the reason... was heartbreaking.

Back to reality, the magic power in Mo Fan's body surged. Magic patterns appeared on Mo Fan's body. The big meat worm was still sucking something with its suction cup, but it seemed to be getting a little difficult.

However, as the magic pattern on Mo Fan's body broke and even began to disintegrate inch by inch, the rampaging magic power tore the bed under Mo Fan apart, and the big meat worm was pushed aside by the magic power and could not move. The oppression of the devil descended on this land, and Mo Fan's body floated in the air and slowly opened his eyes.

After taking a clear look at everything around him, he discovered that there was a living bug among the corpses. Mo Fan had seen this bug in the demon tribe’s illustrated book.

Dream-eating beasts, according to legend, have the blood of dream tapirs in their bodies. One day, they may be able to transform into the mythical beast dream tapirs. At that time, they will feed on dreams, devour dreams, and even recreate the dreams they have devoured.

"Although I am very grateful that you gave me a good dream, but... you still have to die!"

Dreams have always been a very mysterious topic, just like the soul. Some people say that shadows can connect to the soul, because shadows always follow you and never leave you. Others say that dreams can communicate with the soul, because everything reflected in dreams can reflect your truest desires.

There is no accurate answer to these questions, but for the sake of safety, Mo Fan still chooses to protect his shadow and dreams. It doesn't matter if it's a good dream or a bad dream. If there are only good dreams, then Mo Fan is afraid that he won't want to wake up after falling asleep. So this dream-eating beast...

"boom!"

The Dream Eaters were very weak and had no effective means of defense. Their outstanding ability was to escape, but after being intimidated by Mo Fan's Demon King's pressure, they lost the best opportunity to escape, so they were blown up by Mo Fan like a balloon.

Perhaps it was Mo Fan's illusion, but he really felt as if something had returned to his body, and his mind felt clearer. This feeling was very subtle, like waking up in the morning feeling groggy, but washing your face and immediately becoming sober.

Ignoring the corpses on the ground, Mo Fan put away his magic. The magic patterns appeared on Mo Fan's body again, but this time, they played a restraining role. As the patterns gradually disappeared under his skin, Mo Fan was dazed and almost fell down.

Every time his magic power went out of control, it was overdrawing Mo Fan's body. If the battle lasted for a long time, it might even overdraw Mo Fan's life. Even though there was no battle this time, Mo Fan still felt a sense of fatigue spreading through his brain, and his body felt weak from the inside out.

After leaving here, Mo Fan found a deserted hillside to sit down. Sitting on a high place, he could see far and prevent unnecessary risks. However, this place was barren everywhere. At a glance, there was no life. There were some plants with strong adaptability to dark elements around the Demon King's City. But here, there was really nothing.

Even the corpse that appeared beside the bed appeared after Mo Fan fell asleep. At least before he fell asleep, the surroundings were empty.

"Dad said he would help me break through level 30, but what did he mean by throwing me here? Can I break through here? There's not even a living person here. If I hadn't brought food... food... Hey!! Where's my food!?"

Mo Fan's backpack had disappeared without a trace. He had clearly been carrying it with him when he set out, even when he was sleeping... Could it be that it was held down by the monsters?

Thinking of this, Mo Fan hurried back, hoping that the package was still there. Otherwise, the food stored in his Twilight Coat would only last him three days at most.