Chapter 1: The Omnipotent Dream
Su Mu woke up on a **600-square-meter** bed.
His lifeless eyes stared at the massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, which consisted of **1,239,800** top-grade crystals. Bathed in sunlight, the chandelier shimmered with a luxurious glow.
As his gaze gradually focused, a faint trace of weariness flickered in his calm eyes.
Suddenly, he felt a heavy pressure on his chest, as though something was weighing him down. Frowning slightly, he raised his head to look—and was greeted by the sight of a long, flawless, alabaster leg. It was slender, fair, and perfectly shaped.
Su Mu frowned and pushed the leg aside. Its owner shifted in her sleep, pouting in dissatisfaction, but didn't wake up.
A few strands of hair slid off her face, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful visage, her lips still glistening with a trace of saliva.
Faced with such an extraordinary beauty, Su Mu felt no stirrings in his heart—because women like her? He had **eleven more**.
And all eleven were sprawled across the massive 600-square-meter bed, their presence filling the air with a sweet fragrance.
If someone were to witness this scene, they'd be shocked to recognize that these twelve women were all top-tier celebrities, models, and campus beauties.
Su Mu's gaze swept across the twelve stunning women before finally settling on one—an innocent-looking campus belle with a face as pure as a first love. He reached out toward her.
**Bang!**
The innocent campus belle was shoved aside, rolling twice on the bed.
The commotion startled her awake. Her wide, dazed eyes blinked in confusion, still groggy from sleep.
Ignoring her, Su Mu reached for the book she had been lying on.
The warm book in hand bore the title: **"Practical Guide to Clinical Hypnosis."**
Opening to page 128, the bold heading caught his eye: **"How to Use Voice, Props, and Gestures for Hypnotic Suggestions."**
Su Mu began reading intently, immersing himself in his studies.
Meanwhile, the twelve beauties gradually woke up, engaging in playful banter.
A foreign beauty approached him with a coquettish laugh, "Hubby~ stop reading. Aren't we better to look at than some book? Heehee…"
Her words elicited a chorus of giggles from the others.
However, a flicker of displeasure crossed Su Mu's face. He snapped his fingers lightly.
**Snap!**
It was as though a switch had been flipped. In an instant, the room fell into an eerie silence, and the laughter ceased.
Moments later, an inexplicable force descended, as if an invisible eraser had wiped through the air.
**Swoosh!**
The twelve stunning women vanished into thin air. The spacious room was now empty, save for Su Mu and the occasional sound of pages turning.
Two hours later, Su Mu tossed the book aside, frowning. "The entire book only has a few useful tricks. The rest is rubbish."
**Bang!**
He collapsed heavily onto the bed, his slender body sinking into the soft mattress. The weariness in his eyes deepened.
It was a peculiar kind of fatigue—not from exhaustion but from a sense of ennui, like that of a noble drowning in decadence and luxury, weary from overindulgence.
"This life… is so unbearably dull," Su Mu sighed. "Am I destined to die of boredom like this?"
The empty room offered no reply.
After a long pause, he muttered, "Whatever, let's watch something."
He got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window beside the television. The bright glass reflected a strikingly handsome face with sharp, defined features and deep, jet-black eyes that gleamed like black gemstones. He looked like a character from a painting.
The only flaw was his overly thin frame and sickly pale skin. Combined with the subtle weariness in his gaze, he resembled a vampire aristocrat.
Standing by the window, Su Mu overlooked the cityscape from hundreds of meters high. The bustling metropolis below, with its ant-like pedestrians and endless streams of cars, felt insignificant.
Casually, he picked up the remote control beside the TV and pressed the red button.
**Click!**
Time seemed to freeze. In the next moment… the television didn't turn on. Instead, the sky outside lit up as though the sun had descended to Earth.
**Boom!**
**Boom!**
**Boom!**
Deafening explosions echoed across the land. The once-thriving city seemed to be hit by dozens of nuclear bombs simultaneously. Mushroom clouds rose one after another, and searing white light engulfed everything like a tsunami, erasing the city entirely.
Su Mu calmly admired the apocalyptic scene before him. The blinding white light reflected in his eyes, momentarily dispelling his fatigue.
"No matter how many times I see it, it's always so breathtaking," he praised.
In the next instant, the white light swallowed the skyscraper he was in.
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Su Mu woke up on a **1-meter-wide, 2-meter-long** bed.
The twelve stunning women were gone. Instead, there were yellowing walls, an old wardrobe, and a wooden desk cluttered with books.
The drastic contrast was akin to reincarnation.
But he hadn't been reincarnated. He had simply… woken up.
Yes, Su Mu had been dreaming.
As the saying goes: in dreams, everything is possible.
And Su Mu's dreams? They were **literally** boundless.
In his dreams, he was omnipotent. With a single thought, he could create entire worlds. Be it the materialistic modern city, a realm of flying immortals, or a Western fantasy world of swords and magic—anything he imagined, he could create.
- **Want beauties?** Campus belles, celebrities, goddesses, saintesses, and elves lined up for him to choose from, each as real as in the waking world.
- **Want power?** Federation Chairman, ancient emperor, heavenly emperor, or supreme deity—he could take turns being them all.
- **Want money?** He didn't even bother because he never needed to spend it.
One year ago, when the dreams began, Su Mu had been thrilled. In reality, he was just an ordinary student, an orphan. He wasn't destitute but barely made ends meet.
The stark contrast between his mundane reality and the overwhelming stimulation of his dreams had been exhilarating. In his dreams, he could indulge every desire and savor all the world's pleasures—even fantastical ones, like becoming the protagonist of a power fantasy novel.
He had reenacted countless such stories, but his favorite was a novel called **"Until Death!"** He'd entered that world at least ten times and never grew tired of it.
Moreover, he could control the flow of time in his dreams, extending them up to a year.
Sleeping for a night felt like living an entire year in his dreams.
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Yet, humans are strange creatures. They suffer when their desires are unfulfilled and grow bored when they are.
For over a hundred years, Su Mu enjoyed unparalleled pleasure in his dreams. But eventually, he became tired—bored, even annoyed.
It was like a gamer playing a cheat-enabled game for over a century. At first, it was exhilarating, but eventually, it became monotonous.
What's worse, he realized that the people in his dreams were merely NPCs, robots he had created.
Nothing unexpected ever happened. He always knew exactly what each character would say or do next.
This only deepened his boredom.
He sought excitement, adventure, and carnage… but even those lost their allure after a few decades.
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As time passed, Su Mu noticed his once-healthy body growing frail. He often suffered from headaches and nosebleeds, but his mental clarity, memory, and cognitive abilities improved dramatically.
At first, he didn't think much of it, continuing to immerse himself in his dreams. Reality seemed even duller in comparison.
But one day, he woke up with an excruciating headache, as if a drill were boring into his skull. Blood poured from his orifices, and he fainted.
It was then he realized something was wrong. A visit to the hospital revealed nothing abnormal. The doctors merely attributed it to a lack of exercise, mild anemia, and low blood sugar.
He began exercising and limiting his time in the dream world. But… nothing worked.
No matter what he tried—exercise, medication, dietary supplements—his body grew weaker by the day. The headaches worsened, and his life seemed to slip away.
He could clearly feel death approaching, unpredictable and beyond his control. The cause remained a mystery.
And yet…
"This is… marvelous!"