Constellation of the Reverse World 335

Chapter 335 – Chapter 335: Bad Boy 2

To be honest, I don’t know much about dream magic. It feels a little funny to say this to a subject who has become a dreamer after eating point pills, but what can I do? What you don’t know is what you don’t know Like an animal, when instinct strikes me, I am learning it one by one, so I don’t know a single thing professionally.

It is I who lack knowledge more than the incinerating tyrants who call dreamers dreamwalkers, as well as our incarnations who study shamanistically. Still, I could perfectly understand one thing about the situation. The nightmare created by these fairies is that the gift is certain.

‘I can confirm what the apocalypse hates the most… ?’

Of course, personal nightmares can pop up. For ordinary people who cannot deal with their dreams through lucid dreaming, it is a nightmare to randomly maximize bad memories sleeping in the unconscious. Even the dream of becoming a child confined in a giant broccoli forest and forced to eat only broccoli for the rest of his life is a nightmare.

Didn’t the nightmares you gathered at the academy have almost nothing to use in real life? Giant spiders and cockroaches, clowns, masked killers, snarling chihuahuas and southern lesbian porn stars. That doesn’t mean I can give up the nightmare.

If you let go of your hand because your ability to handle nightmares is weak, there is nothing to say even if you change the name of the constellation from helpless nightmare to idle nightmare. If you factor in your age in your previous life and here, you’re close to 30, but if you factor in the age of the dreamer, you’re not even 5 years old. Bulsar had been treated like an infant when sucked in by the tyrant.

Wouldn’t it be impossible to crawl for the rest of your life because you were slow to walk?

“What about people who don’t have nightmares?”

“You will play with the fairies in a happy dream based on your fondest memories.”

“What about people who have nightmares?”

“If the fairies allow it, I’ll wake up from the dream… But I’m not sure when the fairies will allow it because they’re all busy playing in their happy dreams.”

A shaman who casually utters some pretty horrible things. That attitude gave me goosebumps on my forearms as if I couldn’t tell the difference between people and candy. It seems as if giving them a handful of homemade candy is the same thing as grabbing an apocalypse by the hair.

Even if you look benevolent surrounded by fairies like in a fairy tale, it’s the same as missing a screw. I had the same nightmares as me offering bread and soup in a primeval forest hut.

“Then, bring only those who have nightmares to the dorm.”

“Yes, I’ll move the apocalypse first.”

Of course, there was no reason to refuse the gift.

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Maybe it was because he foresaw that even if he collected nightmares, the chances of them being useful were low. The nightmares of the apocalypseists, brought in order, failed four times in a row, but it didn’t feel too bad. Still, it was a pleasure to watch.

“Poem, I hate it!”

The screams of a woman who is quite pretty and I don’t know why she fell for the apocalypse. It was not a feeble scream, but a scream close to a loud roar coming from deep within the lungs of her. As I hide and watch the figure in a transparent state, the owner of the nightmare created by the fairy approaches with a thud.

A dim apartment with only one small light bulb turned on, a woman holding on to the door to the master bedroom and crying loudly, and a giant jelly man crossing the living room and starting knocking on the door. Not Gingerbread Man, but 2m tall Jelly Man.

A jelly giant with sugar-covered skin that would instantly break down into gelatin if punched with magical powers broke the door and pressed the woman’s face with sticky hands. Perhaps that apocalypseist remembers eating jelly as a child and nearly dying from choking.

‘It’s bad again.’

It is a terrifying and terrible nightmare that stimulates childhood trauma to the person concerned, but from my point of view, it’s just… It was close to comedy porn. The struggling woman was naked because the sticky jelly stuck to her clothes on her. Because of that, the woman’s face has become a shape often seen in western facial water.

In addition, he has the strength to knock on a door and break it, but looking at the sticky jelly falling off, it seems that he cannot expect combat power. With that level of durability, high school girls who haven’t awakened their magical powers could beat it to death with a broom and a mop handle.

“Knock, turn it off—”

Seeing him struggling on the bed and patting the Jelly Giant’s thighs with his palms made his thoughts more focused on him, and he immediately moved on to the next nightmare. It’s a nightmare created by the pranks of fairies, so it’s comfortable not having to go back to reality.

A structure that allows you to move to the nightmare of the person next to you by placing your head side by side. I can’t understand it, but I wonder if I’ve understood anything from the magic of this world to supernatural powers. With that thought in mind, he left Jelly Man behind and moved on to the next apocalypse’s nightmare.

“This… What kind of nightmare is this?”

A nightmare of crashing in an airplane accident, a nightmare of suffering from auditory hallucinations due to witchcraft, a nightmare of losing one’s ability as a side effect of witchcraft, and a nightmare of being strangled by a giant jelly man. Next is a giant mushroom forest, what the hell is this?

The forest is a forest, but it is a forest made of mushrooms, that is, a forest of giant mushrooms that can only be seen in the game of the previous life. Instead of a maroon tree trunk, a thin mushroom pillar stands there, and if you look up where the leaves should be, you can see the lower part of the wrinkled mushroom cap.

The good news is that mushroom spores don’t fly like pollen, so the forest is very neat. There are no twigs, fallen leaves, or vines, only mushrooms, so the view is subtly open, which makes it easier to watch the nightmare.

“Go, don’t come any closer!”

“Shout, hit, don’t run!”

A loud scream was heard in the forest. Will the Mushroom Man be next to the Jelly Man? It’s kind of sad when you get hit five times in a row… With that thought in mind, I headed towards the center of the forest where the screams were heard. No matter how bad it is, you have to go through various nightmares in order to become a little stronger.

‘But there are two or three people?’

Unlike the previous four, this apocalypse seemed to be a man. What is unusual is that the voices of men coming from across the forest are not one, but three. They were urging each other to run quickly, gasping for breath, probably from a nightmare of being chased by something. It’s not a dream three people dream at the same time, so it must be a nightmare created by an apocalypse based on my terrible memories.

Arriving at the source of the screams in a spiritual state, sure enough, there were three men. Two men who looked like college students and one who looked clearly older than the two. What are two young men and a man doing in this strange mushroom forest? I looked around to see if the giant Mushroom Man was following me from behind, but there were no spore monsters or Mushroom Man.

“Get it!”

“Hey! I’m already overtaken! Run!”

‘… What is it really?’

Instead, there are only women who chase men naked.

Women chasing men wearing pieces of cloth, as if they were some kind of Amazon tribe. There is nothing to say even if you misunderstand that it is a filming site for some kind of reverse rape project. It was because various Western sisters, from small breasts to large breasts, were running around the forest with their breasts dangling.

“Heo-eok, hee-go! Go, gaaak together!”

Compared to the young two, the man, whose stamina is lagging behind, falls behind as if clinging to a tree, no, a mushroom trunk. However, the two young men who were scared by the women ran away without looking back, so naturally the man was surrounded by women.

A well-built old man surrounded by swarthy women with light, dark brown skin. The young man who ran away is watching with interest, so the native women reach out to the man without hesitation.

“Let go, let go! Me, I’m a body with a wife!”

“It’s a bit noisy… Give me the one you took off.”

A boxer shorts is immediately thrown into the mouth of an uncle who flutters about saying that he is a married man. Then, as if there was a pre-determined turn, the women immediately took up positions on top of the man. Since it looked like she had a piece of cloth wrapped around her waist without panties, she couldn’t see her pussy naked from the angle below.

A man with no panties crushing on him and showing an underskirt view, but his face turns pale. However, compared to the fierce struggle and pale complexion, the emotions felt are very weak. Both the women and this man are fake figures created in a dream.

“Huh, after all, it’s okay to have a married man’s cock.”

“So you got married.”

“Huh, honey, honey…”

Leaving behind the bizarre reverse rape scene where the limbs were grabbed and the tanned pussies of the beautiful women descended on their faces and limbs as well as their cocks, I flew back in a spiritual body. Even though there are ten beauties clinging to this man, there are still more women who are chasing after him.

‘So what kind of dream is this?’

Is it a dream stimulated by the trauma of being raped? Then why did the Mushroom Forest appear? Are there really mushroom forests in the Southern Continent?