Chapter 95: If you're capable, compete with me on who can piss farther!!!

Legendary... Player?

Zhang Jie slowly muttered these words; though still young, he couldn't fully grasp them, only feeling they sounded impressive.

The crimson system panel flickered faintly, the subtitles above constantly shifting as new text slowly formed.

"As a great Legendary Player! You will be granted a Legendary Talent unique to the world!"

"You have obtained the Legendary Player talent: Nightmare Summoner!!!"

Zhang Jie felt dazed by the series of notifications, yet his hand involuntarily moved toward that Legendary Talent.

"Nightmare Summoner": I see you, I hear you, I can feel the world's sorrowful cry; I want to break this false world, I want to slaughter that calamity completely.

What does all this mean?

Zhang Jie naturally couldn't understand the riddler's annotation, but he knew he had obtained something extraordinary.

Suddenly, the outside shifted; the black space receded like a tide, revealing the originally pure white space; the system prompt box returned to normal.

"Your character has been successfully created!"

"Your current identity is: Commoner."

"Your probability of becoming a player is 100%!"

Huh?

100%?

Zhang Jie felt a bit confused; had the system gone berserk or what? Why did it suddenly change its wording?

That's a 100% compatibility rate! It's said that the Ultimate Player who once cleared all games and controlled the entire Dream World had only a 90.5% compatibility.

"Before officially becoming a player, you cannot join scored games, but you can experience everything here."

As Zhang Jie stared blankly, the system gave another prompt; the pure white world flipped into pixel tiles, a bustling street appeared around him, and Zhang Jie appeared there alive, yet no one noticed him.

People here appear in this world wherever they log off and log on the same way, so Zhang Jie naturally attracted no attention.

"Welcome to the Dream World!"

Young you quickly shrugged off the fear from those earlier abnormalities, excitedly wandering this long‑awaited world, where Dream‑realm exclusive drinks and snacks, incredibly stimulating fantasy foods, and extreme experiences are all things you cannot taste.

The reason is simple: you have no money.

In the Dream World, currency links with reality; by clearing scored games in the Dream Realm you earn tokens, or by risking your life to slaughter Nightmares and Blanks you can gain large amounts of tokens.

But you definitely lack that ability; your only way to get tokens is to mooch off your parents.

On the streets of the Dream World there are wind‑cloaked, hair‑tied carefree sword immortals, men wearing strange headgear dressed only in a bitter‑leaf garment, and cowboy‑hat‑wearing players with revolvers at their waists.

All kinds of things, various styles, flyers and runners, players of every style gather here, giving Zhang Jie an overwhelming sense of shock.

This is the true Dream Game World...

This is completely unlike what he saw on TV; the sensations here are also more relaxed and comfortable than in reality.

The key is that he no longer needs to be bound by his frail real‑world body; he can run freely and feel the body and vitality a healthy child should have.

Just then, the familiar crimson pop‑up suddenly lit up, emitting a piercing alarm.

Zhang Jie thought his system had malfunctioned again, but he saw that the players walking around were also affected, while experienced people had already logged out skillfully.

Zhang Jie felt doubtful and looked at the panel before him.

"Dream Online, District 19, Southeast Street: a Nightmare has appeared! Level D!"

"Nearby Commoners, please log out immediately! Nearby capable Players, please come to exterminate it!"

The system projected a flat map; a red dot appeared on the map, while a green arrow indicated the player's position.

This time the alert location was actually on the street next to Zhang Jie.

Nightmare???

Here we go again!

Nearby people complained, yet still chose to log out; only some who looked supremely confident, wearing bizarre outfits, walked toward that street.

Zhang Jie looked around; people here were disappearing one after another, gunfire sounded in the distance, and though he very much wanted to watch, he held back his curiosity.

After all, being killed by a Nightmare is deadly!

After you logged out, you told your parents about your 100% chance to become a player; they pretended to be surprised, but you sensed they knew something, merely feigning surprise so as not to dampen your confidence.

"My son Zhang Jie has the makings of an Ultimate Player!" your father said.

To some extent, whether one can become a player determines their future social standing; in this entertainment‑obsessed world, players are the protagonists.

Among players, they are further divided into ranks, but everyone's ultimate goal is to become the legendary Creator, that is, the Ultimate Player.

If you successfully clear all game dungeons, defeat the Administrators inside who hold authority, gain their permissions, you can Ascend and become a God in the Dream World.

However, this is nearly impossible; the last time an Ultimate Player was born was seventy years ago, and during that span countless players have burned with passion, yet no one has managed to clear all dungeons and achieve this great feat.

After your first dream‑dive, you planned to show off to your friends, but your parents warned you not to broadcast your 100% player chance, lest it invite unnecessary trouble; you thought their advice sensible and readily agreed.

You showed off your excellence to your friends; they all envied you, since most of their families actually don't support buying child dream‑dive gear, leaving them ineligible for this age bracket.

Most people only obtain their first dream‑dive device at age fifteen or sixteen.

You deliberately flaunted yourself in front of your rival; they seemed dissatisfied, shouting that they would go undergo their first dream‑dive, and before leaving they didn't forget to mock you, saying you're no good at anything compared to them.

That remark naturally aroused your displeasure; you and they had many matches, comparing whatever could be compared, but there was one item boys often compare in childhood that they flatly refused to face you on.

"How are you so good! If you're capable, compete with me on who can piss farther!"