Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 277 - 249 Investigation and Dream Sending_3

Chapter 277: Chapter 249 Investigation and Dream Sending_3

The two men sparred with words, the battle turning surprisingly fierce.

In the end, Pan Hao gained a slight advantage, winning by a move.

"I won this round, let’s battle again in the afternoon; I’m going home for a nap."

Conquering this strong opponent, Pan Hao was so delighted that he grabbed his cane and briskly walked away, showing no signs of being a man in his seventies.

Only the hundred-year-old man, known as Number One, was left puzzling over the game.

He even resorted to using computer AI to analyze his moves and eventually realized his mistakes were fatal, sighing, "Chess is really a young man’s game."

Outside the window, Pan Hao’s voice called out, "I’m taking that ’dream-inducing incense’ with me, I’ll get back to you this afternoon!"

"No need to force it," responded Number One.

"I’ve got plenty of experience, don’t rush," Pan Hao replied from outside.

"Dream-inducing incense," a special type of incense.

As the name suggests, its use is for "dream-sharing"!

Pan Hao was the only human who could contact the "Saint" and had experienced dream-sharing.

Whether the "Saint" and the "Game" are the same entity remained unknown thus far.

According to the current clues, the "Saint" could possibly be an even more advanced "Giant Millstone"!

Moreover, the "Giant Millstone" possessed logical capabilities akin to human thought.

This was...quite terrifying!

Among the known Demon Gods, none could fully understand "humans" or human society.

They could only "simulate" human ways of thinking.

But however much they simulated, it was never true understanding.

Just as a computer’s powerful calculations can never truly grasp human wisdom, no matter how advanced, it couldn’t appreciate the enjoyment and rules of chess.

Yet, this "Giant Millstone" seemed a bit different.

It seemed to completely understand human society and could communicate with humans seamlessly.

A wise Demon God!

The emergence of this unknown phenomenon caused some tension within the Black-clothed Guard, yet they were helpless.

After all, information about the "Giant Millstone" was scarce, even the Laplace Demon wouldn’t reveal anything.

Now, as the "Game" might be challenging "Wangxu" in a contingency, with calamities breaking out on the moon above, humanity had to try every possible method. Meanwhile, they could also probe how the "Giant Millstone" reacted to humans.

With this in mind, Number One sighed softly and waited for the investigation on the moon to proceed.

One thing led to another, truly an endless cycle.

He rubbed his temples.

Getting old, poor rest just led to headaches.

Perhaps a nap would help? Maybe another game with Pan Hao in the afternoon?

...

...

Pan Hao returned home, freshened up, and in the room where he worshiped the Saint, he lit the dream-inducing incense.

The originally cracked statue of the Saint naturally repaired itself.

"A lot has happened indeed. Following your guidance in my dream, the young lady Feng Ling has become the dean of Qingtian Hospital, and she is doing well here."

"The power of that terrifying Demon God is also being continuously drained by us."

He muttered a string of thoughts.

"I’ll take a nap right here."

Pan Hao pulled up a lounge chair and leaned on it.

The faint scent of incense, similar to that burned in temples, filled the room, making his eyes heavy, his eyelids drooping.

Yet, his mood was somewhat uneasy.

Unsure if it would work.

He opened his eyes and glanced at his phone.

"It’s half past twelve, just the right time for a nap.

"Time to sleep."

Pan Hao squinted his eyes, gradually falling into a deep sleep.

...

In a blink of an eye, he found himself back in the deeply memorable, mist-enshrouded "Paradise Village," although the surrounding scenery was somewhat blurred.

There, he was squatting in a large pit with a child.

Pan Hao looked at his own hands, unable to see the lines on his palms.

"Yinmeng Fragrance... Is this a dream?"

At that moment, the child across from him woke up.

"Hey, isn’t this Paradise Village?" the child said with a bit of surprise.

Pan Hao was a bit confused, uncertain whether this child was an avatar of "Saint" or a figment of his dream.

He stammered, "Yes, yes, how did I come back here?"

"Pan Hao, long time no see! You seem to be doing well, over seventy this year, right? How is your health?"

"Very good, and you look spirited."

Wang Hao felt very strange because he clearly remembered that he was taking a nap.

He faintly heard Pan Hao calling him, and thus he dreamed of this scene.

He couldn’t help but look around, sizing up the surrounding scenery, which was indeed the former Paradise Village...

"A lucid dream?"

He even felt a bit excited!

Since high school ended, he had not had a lucid dream.

Actually... he had the magical ability to control lucid dreams.

"Since I’m seeing you again, I’ll teach you a method to control dreams," Wang Hao said with a smile. "Once you learn this method, you’ll be omnipotent in your dreams."

...

Pan Hao gritted his teeth.

He saw a dark golden flow of light emanating from the other’s eyes.

This flow of light was as radiant as the sun!

...

"You need a ’trigger’ action to confirm whether this is a dream or not."

"This trigger must be something you can’t do in reality. For instance, right now, I believe that I am..."

...

Pan Hao shivered all over, seeing the flow of light in the other’s eyes expanding even more.

In the next instant, the other’s body began to expand limitlessly!

Within a few short seconds, it expanded to the size of a mountain.

This insane expansion continued, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached planet level!

Wang Hao broke through the world of Paradise Village and arrived at the Etheric Abyss.

Poor Pan Hao became a tiny ant beneath his feet, quivering in a pit.

"What is this?!!"

He was sweating profusely, and despite knowing he was having a nightmare, he couldn’t wake up. His whole body trembled, wanting to cry for help but not daring to make a noise.

...

Wang Hao looked down at his palm, the massive golden light enveloping his body, as radiant as the sun. The lines on his palm were as profound as the Mariana Trench. He believed his current power could easily suppress Sun Monkey like The Buddha.

As for suppressing "Falsehood," it was also a breeze, not worth mentioning?

If not, he could just grow bigger.

In the next instant, he changed back.

He couldn’t possibly kill Old Pan along with him.

In a dream, one shouldn’t kill acquaintances, right?

...

"Understood? As soon as I trigger this, I’m invincible. Lucid dreaming, isn’t this how it’s played?"

Wang Hao didn’t know why he had to explain this to a dream NPC.

After all, what was said was said.

As for the trigger of a lucid dream, what was it?

The answer is simple—

Ultraman!

During his teenage years, Wang Hao was an Ultraman fan, always wanting to become Ultraman, but could only dream about it.

Such a juvenile term, even facing an NPC, couldn’t be said out loud!

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