Published: March 2, 2025
"This is the place. I won't guide you any further, my lord." The black man said to Wen Yu before turning to leave.
Wen Yu shrugged, and as darkness activated, the power of darkness enveloped the entire room in an instant, allowing for a thorough inspection.
There were no bombs or anything of the sort; only one person was inside, and he didn't seem to be a trap.
After the check, Wen Yu directly pulled open the door and walked into the house.
...
Yang Hong was a young man approaching thirty. From his appearance, he seemed to be of mixed race, with a significant portion of Asian heritage.
Seeing Wen Yu walk in, Yang Hong stood up, respectfully bowed to Wen Yu, and then pointed to the sofa, gesturing for Wen Yu to sit.
Wen Yu was not polite and simply slouched on the sofa, giving Yang Hong a slight smile. He did not waste time on unnecessary self-introductions and immediately asked, "I'm here to ask you about dreams and related matters. Don't tell me you don't know anything about this!"
Yang Hong smiled slightly and began to speak on a tangent. "Isn't Huaxia known as the land of etiquette? I didn't expect the lord of sequence two to be so direct. Typically, we should chat a bit before having a meal and drinks to deepen our relationship, right?"
Wen Yu chuckled in response. "You have a point, but I'm in a hurry right now."
"I understand. Then let me briefly share what I know about that unknown dream," Yang Hong said. "In fact, everything the lord has experienced, I have experienced too."
...
Yang Hong recounted everything that had happened to him, which left Wen Yu deep in thought.
Yang Hong was quite an interesting person; his experiences in the apocalypse were nothing short of legendary!
He attended university in New York, holding a master's degree, and was continuously pursuing further education. If it weren't for the apocalypse, he would have undoubtedly been an elite individual.
However, the apocalypse destroyed Yang Hong's bright future...
At the onset of the apocalypse, Yang Hong first grew stronger in New York and then made his way back to Las Vegas—his hometown.
Yang Hong didn't elaborate on the events that occurred during his journey, and Wen Yu didn’t press for details. But it was easy to speculate that the story of how he transformed from an ordinary person to the strongest in the city of sin was filled with numerous tales!
Upon returning to Las Vegas, Yang Hong found that his entire family had died during the apocalypse. Heartbroken, he lived a life of debauchery in this old house until the dreams began to come...
Yang Hong's dreams were different from Wen Yu’s but depicted scenes he had once been unwilling to face. Each scene would always end with the sound of a cat's meow.
"I also believe that this kind of dream belongs to the means of a mutated beast, and there was also an incident involving mass casualties among soldiers in the military camp!"
"The military deaths are indeed related to the dreams, and I have investigated that," Yang Hong continued.
Upon hearing Yang Hong's words, Wen Yu perked up, "And then? What was the result?"
"I forgot..."
After saying those simple three words, Yang Hong ignored the throbbing vein on Wen Yu's forehead and leisurely took a sip of water.
"I'm not lying! I definitely found out the result. After all, I've been here for quite a while, and I have quite a few subordinates. Even a carpet search would turn up some clues."
"But for some reason, I forgot the truth of the matter! There’s a high possibility that I came to an agreement with whatever it was. In other words, I originally knew the truth, but for some reason, I no longer wanted to remember it, so I don't know the truth now, and I don't want to know either. However, I suspect it was a mutated cat that caused all of this, and... it didn't mean any harm."
...
After hearing everything Yang Hong said, Wen Yu smiled and nodded at him, and suddenly, a uniquely styled handgun appeared in Wen Yu's right hand.
“Pulse, my exclusive weapon. My current physical quality is 2000 points, and the attack power of Pulse bullets is equivalent to this value. At this distance, all I need to do is pull the trigger, and you’re dead.”