Chapter 205 – Episode 205: The Terror Live 4
In the world, there are sometimes stupid ways of thinking that deviate from common sense.
The most famous person in Korea in a previous life was Renya Mutaguchi, an independence activist.
Since the Japanese are herbivores, they insisted on leading the army into the jungle without supplies.
This case was an example of how incompetent but sincere commanders are the scariest.
Other than that, there are things like groupthink and Apollo Syndrome.
Groupthink, in which a group with too strong cohesion narrows its field of view and draws irrational conclusions.
The Apollo Syndrome, where only stubborn and proud people are gathered together, they end up ruined after discussions that are not productive.
The reason why I recall this kind of magazine ceremony from my previous life is simple.
‘What on earth did these bastards believe in touching me in a dream?’
Like radio wave hijacking, I was kidnapped in a dream.
I knew that I would be taken somewhere else, so I created my magic
Rather, I moved into someone’s dream, so I quietly rode the flow.
In a way, it is a situation where I was kidnapped, but on the contrary, I feel comfortable and relaxed.
Sit comfortably in a pure white room, white incandescent light bulbs, and a simple iron desk and chair.
If you look around slowly, it looks like you put a whitening filter in the interrogation room.
The reason why I feel comfortable and relaxed is, of course, because of my ability.
I don’t know why, but it’s because the mana moves as it is.
It is natural for a dream horse to feel comfortable in a dream.
If that’s the case, why did you call me?
“How long are you going to keep me waiting?”
“…”
Feelings of bewilderment outside the door flow all the way here.
Looking at the situation, it seems that the estimate is already coming out.
Are you trying to gain a psychological advantage by making me wait?
Bang! The door opens violently with a sound.
“Can’t you understand the situation right now?!”
“Come on, but we’re here for a conversation.”
What appears is a woman with a sharp impression who is grumpy and clingy.
A man with soft hair, with soft eyes, who dissuades her and follows her.
In a situation where mana is overflowing, it’s not scary, it’s just funny.
No matter how you look at it, it’s a clumsy good cop or bad cop strategy.
In the apocalypse world of my previous life, the tough-looking tactic I used the most.
Of course, when I think of my appearance and size from my previous life, that woman turns into a cute cop.
“Hello, Constellation?”
“Hey, are you guys working seriously right now?”
“Then, someone will kidnap the Constellation as a joke.”
A woman poking her face while snarling.
She almost plucked out her eyeballs in an instant, but she held back.
Because I can’t tell if these guys are stupid or if the top is stupid.
When you’re this stupid and incompetent, you can’t help but be curious.
A dreamer who can use magic becomes a being similar to a god in a dream.
The ability to manipulate life, death, time and space at will by consuming imagination and mana.
Since this is a space created by someone else’s magic, it will consume a lot of mana.
The lump of her her magical power that Kim Ha-eun, who has genius talent, collected and gave to her frugally, remains as it is.
“So, you guys kidnapped me?”
Just looking at the current situation, if you put your mind to it, the two of you will be locked up in a nightmare forever
It’s possible for me to go back to the academy by myself…
Do you call kidnapping when you can go back whenever you want?
“Hey! I don’t understand because I haven’t been in a bad situation yet—aaagh!”
“What, what!”
I wonder if it’s my misunderstanding that I can move magic
I tried to summon a thumbtack under the palm banging on the desk.
A colorful flower thumbtack embedded in a dainty palm on the thick palm.
A screaming, startled woman peers into my palm,
Evil! At the point of shouting, the tack was removed without leaving any scars, let alone tacks.
I can summon things, and I can control other people’s bodies as I please.
If this is the case, then what the hell do these bastards believe in and fool around with me like this?
“Hey, you guys-“
Since it’s in a dream, even hypnotism works at this level, right?
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Dull pupils, gaping mouths, and hands politely gathered.
The two idiots who came to believe that I am their Constellation under hypnosis open their mouths.
As if competing for loyalty, these guys take turns telling each other everything they know.
“When gathering people, the top priority is mental interference, especially talents related to dreams and unconsciousness.”
“Those guys have the talent of a southern continent shaman, but since the shaman itself is a minor and unpopular job, there are quite a lot of surplus manpower.”
“Therefore?”
“There are a whopping one hundred and forty people with excellent genetics! This means that at least this number can overwhelm the first-year East Continent’s Black Head Constellation.”
“Hehe, he’s Asian with black hair, but he’s still a dreamer male. If he can be locked up in the world of dreams, he’ll be able to exploit magic permanently.”
Listening to these guys’ stories makes my head dizzy.
I thought that red hair, white skin was a kind of propaganda.
Who would have known that he would be so obsessed with it that he would look down on someone from the East Continent.
‘I seriously believed that since he was a non-combatant Asian man, he would cooperate with me if I gave him a scare?’
Even the reason why these guys hadn’t been caught so far was simple.
Svetlana and veterans have been tracking these guys for decades.
It was because those grim old women were white that they were not vigilant.
‘There’s a screw missing in a strange place, you crazy bitches.’
Racism is the secret to survival of apocalypse-cum-racists.
Wouldn’t Adolph of the old Earth, who disappeared in the nuclear explosion, shed tears and be happy when he sees it?
In any case, these two bastards were so influenced by mental powers.
The problem is that you know very little about the organization?
They say it over and over again, but in the end, it is nothing but brainwashing and propaganda discrimination.
I just used spirit-type abilities as consumables, and among them, the two were the most outstanding.
He is a low-end who doesn’t even know who the top head is or where the headquarters of reality, not dreams, are.
A lizard cuts off its tail and runs away, but what use is the prettiest and hardest of the tail scales?
“So, you know nothing more?”
“Sorry!”
The iron chair, which was uncomfortable to sit on for a long time, was replaced with a soft sofa.
A white room with a cramped desk and lighting turned into a more comfortable living room.
The room triples in size, the wallpaper and floor change, and the furniture protrudes out of thin air.
The two people, whose mental abilities have been contaminated by the magic of the dreamer, squeeze their memories regardless.
They want to talk even a little more with me, their noble constellation.
Then, a thought suddenly came to my mind.
‘Can’t we just lock it up in a dream?’
Other dreamers take their incarnations into their dreams.
Instead of abandoning the physical body in reality, he became an immortal being under the protection of the Dream Demon in his dreams.
But if you think the other way around, wouldn’t you be able to kidnap me without making a contract with me?
After all, they are criminals who commit treason against the state, obsessed with racism and apocalypse.
“Can you guys bring other incarnations?”
“Yes! As long as you give an order!”
“I can bring them! I’m more sensitive than this guy!”
The look that he clumsily tried to intimidate is nowhere to be found
A woman who competes for allegiance as if she’d lick the soles of her feet her exclaims.
A man who is not going to lose to him also opens his shallow eyes and raises his hand to appeal.
It’s annoying to recall the contents of the hypnosis, so I roughly bet that you guys are my incarnation, but it’s a bit annoying.
Of course, my hypnosis is not omnipotent because I walked in a dream.
If you wake up from a dream, why did I do that? Shallow hypnosis that will break right away, startled.
Shall we say that he applied the movement of his body against his will his in his dream his?
‘Of course, if I can wake up.’
It’s obvious if it’s obvious, but if you don’t wake up, everything will be solved.
Hundreds and dozens of spirit-type incarnations that the doomsdayists’ organization has thriftyly gathered.
All I have to do is lock them all in my dream and suck out their mana.
Sit back comfortably on the sofa and make chin gestures.
The two men and women took their seats right away as I nodded.
Even though they have the same mental type ability, the method of expressing their ability is clearly different.
“Huh-!”
“…”
The woman puts in a spirit as if using martial arts, and creates a magical wave.
Waves of her magical energy spread around her, like a stone thrown into her pond.
Conversely, the man puts his hands together as if in prayer, then leans back and looks up at the sky.
Unlike the woman who exudes magic power from her whole body her, does she use her fist her like an antenna?
‘Is it like this?’
I tried copying the magic waves of the two people, but it didn’t have much effect.
Like a walkie-talkie, do they match their conversations to their own wavelength?
While I was wasting time swinging my magic here and there, someone knocked on the door.
“Is it here?”
“Did the operation succeed?”
“As expected, he was right!”
There were at most five voices that could be heard chattering.
After all, you can’t bring in 100 people at once with those two skills.
Dream Maya, they say that if we meet eyes, we can call you back into our dreams.
The two people who are dripping with sweat aren’t dream demons, they’re ordinary incarnations.
“Come in.”
“For the Constellation to be this cooperative. It’s no big deal if you’re from the East Continent.”
Are these guys the same? Even if I lean back comfortably on the sofa and gesture
Without even a doubt, I open the door of joy and pleasure and come into my realm.
Four blondes, one redhead, Slavic, no, North Continent beauties.
It strides toward me, blowing a sly anticipation all over its body.
Then, the redhead in the center, who looks like the captain of the five, reaches out without hesitation.
“… ?”
To my chest.
