Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Zhou Ning was very familiar with Docklands. Rose Street was the location of the low-rent housing in the old town of Docklands. It was a gathering place for coachmen, ordinary workers and even vagrants. According to the old lady, Richards was a nobleman. Was it necessary for him to live in such a low-rent housing?

However, Zhou Ning had no intention of getting to the bottom of the matter. She was already dead, so there was no point in trying to find the truth for her.

Zhou Ning's main purpose was to consider how to complete the task of tactfully telling Richards not to wait for Jay Stewell any longer.

Go directly to the house? Definitely not. That's not even polite. The other party might think it's the mistress who's here to provoke.

It’s not that it can’t be done, it’s certain!

Imagine that you have a long-distance girlfriend whom you haven’t seen for a long time. One day, a man who is much more handsome than you suddenly comes to you and tells you that your girlfriend doesn’t need to wait for her anymore.

Needless to say, you will definitely think wrongly.

So what other methods are there? Do I need to write a letter? That still feels weird and time-consuming. Who knows if the other person even checks their mailbox?

This kind of task is really too difficult for me... Zhou Ning sighed.

Then, Zhou Ning's mind moved, and he realized that there seemed to be something strange in the inventory. He reached out and grabbed a book with a golden cover.

Written on it in ancient Faric: "The Book of Destiny".

It is obvious that the little book has finally been promoted.

Before Zhou Ning could make a move, the book opened on its own, and applause and flowers appeared on the pages, accompanied by lines of text:

"Praise be to the Most High, Most Generous Master!"

"Praise be to the Most High, Most Generous Master!"

"Praise be to the Most High, Most Generous Master!"

"Your loyal little Shushu has finally been promoted. I am very strong now. Please control me as you please."

Still so mean. Zhou Ning pulled the corner of his mouth and asked deliberately:

"Since you're so strong, is there any young female book that's interested in you?"

Zhou Ning could clearly see the pages of the small, tattered book turning black and gray, with sad words spelled out word by word:

"No. Great Master, could you please pick me up again, with the pages facing down? I'm used to standing upside down when I want to cry, so that the tears won't flow."

Zhou Ning couldn't resist the urge to laugh. He first picked up the little broken book as it requested and shook the pages facing down. This was his last act of kindness towards his friend.

Then I thought about it and simply described the problem that was bothering me and wrote it down.

Without thinking, the little book wrote messages one after another:

"Great Master, this is very simple. I can provide you with the simplest method of communication. You can enter her dream and, as Jay Stewell, tell her that she doesn't need to wait for her anymore."

"You can imagine that when the other person wakes up and realizes it was a dream, they will probably have some corresponding guesses. Is there anything more euphemistic and implicit than a dream?"

"Is this... is this the little book's malicious intent? It seems to have grown bolder after its promotion, and it only gave me one option."

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Zhou Ning stood at the street corner, thinking calmly.

"There shouldn't be any problems with feasibility and logic. Entering dreams isn't the same as tampering with them. Even demigods have some experience with this. Even a Level 2 priest can sneak into dreams and chop down logs. Solving problems through dreams is indeed simple."

"But it's too awkward to have to play my cousin saying goodbye to my ex-boyfriend."

Zhou Ning felt strongly shaken when he thought about the embarrassing situations he might face.

After three or four minutes of silence, Zhou Ning asked:

"What is Richards' faith?"

"The Ashram. He was one of the fake nobles who went to Southwestshire with Sparks Lambert and the others. After the Docklands tragedy, he was too undercover to be expelled."

"Now he serves a new hidden sect. He is defrauding people of a large sum of money in the name of building the Ark."

"It wasn't just Jay Stewell who was involved. He was having affairs with multiple women and defrauding them of their money to fund his own expenses."

The result was that Jay Stewell ruined his bright future for a scumbag and a liar. Love-brain is so deadly, Zhou Ning sighed.

But...was it really such a coincidence? Just a moment ago, he had read a fundraising advertisement for building the Ark. He had never expected to be involved with a scammer he had just encountered.

He nodded without comment, smiled and said:

"Let's do as you say. What's the name of this secret church you mentioned?"

The little book was slightly stunned, as if checking something, and after a moment a message popped up.

"Great Master, the Creation God Cult?!"

.........

Late at night, 33 Rose Street.

Richards was sleeping soundly under a blanket.

Just at this moment, he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

Who could it be in the middle of the night?

Richards came to the door cautiously. He had owed a lot of debts recently and was afraid that the creditors would come to his door.

Through the door mirror, he saw a familiar figure:

"Jay Stewell?"

This was the girlfriend he had been with the longest, and he had some feelings for her, but unfortunately she was too poor and could not provide him with a good life.

Richards felt relieved and opened the door:

"Honey, when did you come back? How did you know I live here now?"

Just at this moment, he noticed that the other party's expression seemed unusually cold. Could it be that she knew her true identity?

Before he could speak, he heard the other party say indifferently:

"I came here to tell you that I have died in the ancient city of Waters. You don't have to wait for me anymore."

What…what does this mean? Richards's back hair stood on end. Could this be a dream? A lucid dream, at that!

Although he was only half a transcendent, he still understood the meaning of lucid dreams, which were often a reflection of reality.

He calmed himself down and said tremblingly:

"Okay, okay. I will always remember you. You will always be the woman I love most."

"Is there anything else I can do for you? It's getting late, and I have to get up early for work tomorrow."

Oh my god... Zhou Ning felt his big toe curled up, it was so damn embarrassing.

He glanced at Richards lightly and asked calmly:

"I have two more questions for you."

"How much do you know about the Creation God Cult? How did you get in touch with them? Is their Ark a scam?"

"Why should I tell you this?" Richards was about to refuse, but his mouth opened involuntarily and he replied:

"It's a sect that believes in the Creator God, and their goal is to bring him back. I first contacted them through an ad in the newspaper. As for the Ark, I haven't seen the real thing, so I guess it's fake."

"That's right." Richards suddenly remembered something and said in a dreamlike voice:

"But in order to gain the trust of investors, every time I take people there, they experience a dream, a dream of being in an endless flood."

"What did you see specifically?" Zhou Ning asked hurriedly.

Richards unconsciously revealed a look of despair on his face. He instinctively realized that there were some things he couldn't say, but under the influence of the "irresistible request", he had to speak:

"That was the scene on Judgment Day. An indescribably powerful being sat on the great white throne..."

As he was speaking, the head of Richards' spirit suddenly exploded and shattered into countless pieces.