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I held Shen Mo's lifeless body, trembling uncontrollably.
Blood was everywhere. His blood stained my hands, coloring the ground of this dreamlike realm.
"Shen Mo! Shen Mo!" I shouted hoarsely, as if my cries could summon his soul back. But deep down, I knew it was futile.
Tears dripped from my eyes onto his pale face, and my heart felt as if it had been brutally torn apart. This pain was so real, reminding me that even in a dream, the anguish of losing a loved one would not lessen in the slightest.
"Gu Qing... listen to me..." Shen Mo struggled to open his eyes, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't talk! I'll get you out of here!" I said, trembling, fully aware of the futility of my words.
"It's too late..." He coughed up blood, "Remember, the founder of the company... the key to controlling the dream... is the 'Consciousness Furnace' system... you must..."
He couldn't finish his last words; his arm fell limp, his pupils dilated, and there were no signs of life left.
"No—!" I howled to the heavens, screaming in rage, wishing to tear apart this false Dream World.
I didn't know how long I knelt beside Shen Mo's body until the dream began to collapse, the surroundings shattering like broken glass. I was forced back into reality.
When I woke up, I lay on my apartment bed, tears soaking my pillow. Though I was in reality, I knew Shen Mo was truly dead; an experimenter who died in a dream would also vanish from reality. This was one of the darkest secrets of the "Nightmare" company.
Grief tore at my nerves, but I couldn't allow myself to drown in it. Shen Mo's sacrifice could not be in vain; I had to avenge him and expose the crimes of the "Nightmare" company.
I sat up abruptly and wiped away my tears. The sorrow still lingered, but more than that was an unprecedented determination.
That night, I forced myself to sleep again and entered the dream once more. But this time, everything felt different.
I sensed my consciousness was clearer than ever before. The colors in the dream were more vivid, the sounds sharper; I could even perceive the particles in the air around me. Was Shen Mo's death awakening some potential within me?
I tried to control the environment around me and was surprised to find that I could easily alter the structure of the dream. A mountain rose from the ground at my command, only to vanish in the next moment. I could feel the rules of the dream becoming soft and malleable in my hands.
This was the "Awakening of Consciousness"—a new dream skill.
I realized that Shen Mo's death not only fueled my desire for revenge but also endowed me with the power to fight against the Nightmare Corporation.
In the following days, I practiced this new ability while gathering information about the "Consciousness Furnace." By hacking into the company's internal systems, I finally located the whereabouts of its founder.
Tonight was the moment for a direct confrontation.
I entered the dream and followed the information I had obtained to a glass building suspended in the clouds. Everything here radiated with the brilliance of futuristic technology, resembling a giant crystal palace soaring into space.
"Welcome, Mr. Gu Qing," a deep, hoarse voice came from behind me. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
I turned around to see a tall middle-aged man standing there. He had sharp eyes that seemed capable of seeing through one's soul. This was Lin Zhen, the founder of the Nightmare Corporation.
"Why did you kill Shen Mo?" I asked bluntly, my fists unconsciously clenching.
"Sacrifice is necessary for a better tomorrow for humanity." Lin Zhen smiled slightly, a mix of madness and determination in his expression. "You don't understand the great things I'm doing."
With a wave of his hand, the surrounding scene shifted, and we found ourselves in a massive spherical space. Countless beams of light intertwined to form a web, with thousands of glowing points flickering within it.
"Do you see? Each glowing point represents a person's dream. Through the 'Consciousness Furnace,' I can connect and control everyone's dreams." Lin Zhen proudly showcased it. "Imagine a world where everyone lives in perfect dreams—no pain, no sorrow, only eternal happiness."
"That's not true happiness; it's merely an escape," I countered.
"Real?" Lin Zhen laughed heartily. "What is real? Pain, war, disease, death? If dreams can bring happiness, why shouldn't they become a new reality?"
Listening to his words, I realized that Lin Zhen was not the purely evil person I had imagined. He had his own ideals and pursuits, but he had chosen an extreme path.
"Humans need to face real emotions, including pain," I said firmly. "You cannot deprive people of their right to choose."
"Choose?" A hint of mockery flashed in Lin Zhen's eyes. "People make choices every day, yet they always choose to hurt themselves and others. I'm just helping them make the right choices."
A fierce debate unfolded between us, a true psychological battle. I tried to shake his beliefs, while he aimed to persuade me to join his ranks.
"Does the Dream Supervision Bureau know what you're doing?" I asked.
Lin Zhen waved dismissively. "The Bureau? They're just a bunch of incompetent bureaucrats, bound by the rules they created. They can't possibly understand the true potential of Dream Technology."
At that moment, I noticed a subtle fluctuation within the Consciousness Furnace system. It was a loophole in the rules that I could exploit.
Seizing this opportunity, I suddenly unleashed the power of Awakening of Consciousness and charged at Lin Zhen. He clearly did not expect my sudden attack, and for a moment, I broke through his defenses.
I directly entered the core area of the Consciousness Furnace and saw the truth of this vast system. It was not merely a tool for controlling dreams; it was a device capable of rewriting human consciousness.
Lin Zhen roared behind me, "Stop! You don't know what you're doing!"
I ignored him and delved deeper into the system. There, I faced the ultimate choice: to destroy the Consciousness Furnace and return everyone to reality, or to use it to create a better Dream World.
This choice was far more difficult than I had imagined.
If I destroyed it, what would happen to those patients who relied on dream therapy? What about those who found their only solace in dreams?
But if I did not destroy it, this powerful tool would eventually be abused, just as Lin Zhen was doing now.
The world is not simply black and white. Sometimes, doing the right thing does not mean that everyone will find happiness.
My hand hovered over the core switch of the system as I recalled Shen Mo's gaze before his death, remembered his trust in me, and thought of the innocent victims manipulated by the "Nightmare" company.
In the end, I made a choice.
It was neither destruction nor preservation; instead, I chose to rewrite the system, transforming it into a true tool that serves humanity rather than a weapon that controls it.
Using my newly acquired abilities, I merged my consciousness with the system and began the long process of rewriting.
Lin Zhen shouted beside me, trying to stop me, but it was too late. The "Consciousness Furnace" began to operate according to my will, and the points of light flickered with new vitality.
"Do you think this is the end?" Lin Zhen said through gritted teeth. "You have no idea about all the functions of the 'Consciousness Furnace.' This is just the beginning!"
His words tightened my chest. Yes, this was just the beginning. What I had revealed was merely the tip of the iceberg, but at least it was a step in the right direction.
When I awoke from the dream, dawn had already broken outside. I knew that a true war over control of dreams had just begun.
Shen Mo's death would not be in vain; I would continue his unfinished mission, uncover more truths, and make the "Nightmare" company pay for their crimes.
And I would continue to explore the power of "Awakening of Consciousness," seeking real answers at the boundary between dreams and reality.
Because no matter how beautiful dreams may be, we ultimately have to face reality. It is those genuine pains and joys that constitute a complete life.
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