Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

(S) Cat toys: Fun cat teasers that make you feel happy and dispel any negative emotions.

(S) Cat toys: nice-sounding bell balls, which will please the ears and dispel any negative states.

(S) Cat Toys: Smells like catnip, makes you feel happy and drives away any negative emotions.

[(S)] Snacks for cats: Snacks that satisfy cravings. Cats may skip their meals after eating these snacks, but they will feel happy and expel any negative emotions.]

There were a lot of S-grade items everywhere, as if they were free of charge. Feng Lan's eyes hurt just looking at them. As for the owner's own things, there weren't many props. The ones that were there were just some daily necessities, a bed to sleep on, kitchen utensils to cook, clothes and so on. Feng Lan didn't take any of them.

She has no shortage of props, even though any one of the props in front of her could remove the negative effects on her.

Feng Lan didn't believe that Nian Nian had no backup plan. She just left a mental mark on the black cat as a mark, which the other party could not tolerate. Even if the black cat did not resist the mark, not to mention that this was their home and there were so many things used by the black cat in the house.

A thief who takes away someone's beloved memories without permission will probably be severely punished.

She walked around the house and searched carefully, and finally found a singularity on a cat toy, and Feng Lan activated it.

This time, the sunlight in front of her was reversed, and she fell into a dream on her own initiative.

Feng Lan carefully remembered this feeling.

"Ring ring ring——"

The crisp sound of the ringing bell attracted Feng Lan's attention.

"Meow~"

"Mimi...the annoying guy is here." Nian Nian raised his head and looked at Feng Lan with some displeasure for disturbing the time he and Mimi were alone. Compared to the thin, gloomy and silent, or tired and world-weary boy before, he now looked much more mature, in his thirties, with clear eyes.

Feng Lan noticed that he was awake. She was silent for a moment before speaking, "You know—"

Is this a dream?

"Stop," Nian Nian sat cross-legged in the living room, still holding a cat feather stick in his hand, his eyes never leaving Mimi. "I don't want to hear anything, and I don't need to be saved. Don't bother us."

Feng Lan didn't have time to finish her sentence before she was bounced out after hearing a warning. She didn't even land in the bedroom, but directly on the road outside the community. It was obvious that she was not liked by the other party.

Instead, she felt relieved by this dislike.

He was asleep, and there was a conscious clone in his dream. Combined with what he had just said, Feng Lan could be sure that he had no intention of destroying the dream structure. Logically speaking, as long as he did not anger the conscious clone, there would be no problem in safely spending a week and leaving the game.

So, what does the game want from this?

Feng Lan thought in another direction.

After all, in a dungeon, players will only enter if they can gain some benefit from it, and the difficulty of the survival dungeon has always been higher than that of other dungeons, and it is also the initial exploration stage of the game.

So, what can the game get from this copy?

It was also a dream, but Feng Lan compared it with the Yehua copy and felt that the two worlds were quite different.

She really didn't know much about this aspect. At this time, Feng Lan missed Lin Shenqu a little. He had not been here for a long time, but he could see that these regrets had lived for a long time, and maybe he could also see the key.

After thinking about all sorts of things for a while, Feng Lan decided to go back and find more books to read. Compared with other veteran players, what she lacked most now was experience and needed to settle down.

After touring the entire city, Feng Lan encountered a birdman once. However, the birdman's condition was not as good as before. Not only was he physically injured, but his spirit was also very bad. She could clearly see the gray mist covering the birdman, which was the negative effect of the [Heart of the Ocean].

Feng Lan did not conflict with her. In her current state, she couldn't stay here for long.

As for the last player, Feng Lan strangely never saw him, nor did she meet Lin Shenqu.

Thinking of what Lin Shenqu had said before, Feng Lan guessed that he must have taken the initiative to sink into the dream to explore those secrets, but this might anger Him...

There is also wind cuiring the rain, and Feng Lan is in a complicated mood. If the other party really wants to take the black cat away, then there will be inevitable conflict. How can he win in someone else's home court?

Feng Lan was a little worried, but she didn't have a very close relationship with Feng Cui Yu Lin Shen Qu. At most, she could help out, but it was impossible for her to get herself involved.

This time, Feng Lan did not encounter the black cat or the singularity. He waited quietly for the day and night to change in the sky city.

As night falls, lights come on all over the city, and those regrets that are nowhere to be seen during the day and only appear when sounds are heard appear one after another, and this empty and silent city becomes lively.

Feng Lan saw with her own eyes the regrets of various colors appearing on the streets, the stopped cars started, the warm yellow lights in the shops lit up, and they were filled with noisy customers.

It's noisy, but all the sounds seem to be separated by a thin film and are still very low, no more than 30 decibels.

"How about going out to dinner with Mom tomorrow? It's a reward for winning first place in today's competition."

"The vegetables on sale in the supermarket today are very fresh. Grandma Lin, you can buy some. They're very cheap, and many people are rushing to buy them."

"I want to eat grilled sausage, can you buy it for me?"

"Hello, yes, this is the XX Hotel. Is it a reservation?"

"I'm telling you, that boss is shit. I saw something was wrong with him a long time ago. This developer is such a jerk! He just ran off with the money..."

"Hello, would you like to see a flyer?"

Feng Lan on the street was handed a flyer for a new restaurant by a blurry Cannian that seemed to be wearing a doll costume.

Night fell, and even if she didn't make a sound, these regrets could see her.

"Thank you." Feng Lan did not take it and refused softly.

As her voice rang out, all the sounds nearby quieted down for a moment. She felt something was wrong, but the next second the crowd became noisy.

The cannian who had happily and enthusiastically handed her the flyer just now turned black, his body swelled up, and he pounced on Feng Lan fiercely.

The regrets that had heard the sound nearby also rushed here like a tide.