Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!

Ling Pingzhi, who was chatting with the dumpling store owner's daughter on WeChat, suddenly froze.

Free?

What does that mean?

It took him several seconds to realize he had gained a brand-new freedom, and he wore an incredulous expression.

He heard the internet cafe owner continue, "Wang Yueyue, your time isn't up yet. Come with me; you have no choice."

Ms. Wang Yueyue, who had been eagerly awaiting, slumped all at once, but she didn't dare defy the internet cafe owner and timidly said,

"How much longer... How much longer must I wait? I want to be free too! Can you give me a timeline?"

"It depends on your performance," said Wang Hao in a tone that was teasing yet definitive, "But even if your performance is exceptional, it'll be ten thousand years at least. After all, some things can't be undone, and ten thousand years is actually a light sentence."

"Ten thousand years?!" Wang Yueyue's face flushed and paled by turns, struggling to accept it.

In the past, ten thousand years would have been a mere blink of an eye; after all, she had been imprisoned in a Moon spaceship for a hundred thousand years.

But now, with a human consciousness, each day seemed interminably long.

Ten thousand years was far too long!

"What's so bad about following the boss?" Ling Pingzhi sneered sarcastically, "A life spent playing games, lounging around clinging to coattails—doesn't that sound comfortable?"

"Do you still aspire to be some High Level Demon God, to continue devouring humans? Just look at you; it's clear you'll never achieve that in your lifetime. You might as well accept your fate, sis."

Wang Yueyue bristled at his words, but she couldn't lash out at Ling Pingzhi in front of the boss.

Especially that "sis" taunt almost drove her to rage as she clenched her skirt tightly.

But having personally experienced the might of the Emperor of Heaven, she never wanted to feel it a second time.

And the newly emerged Reincarnation's End had never displayed its true power; no one dared to provoke it.

Moreover, the truly terrifying internet cafe owner was right before her, so she didn't even have the courage to rebel!

With these thoughts, she heard faint snickers and the sound of the big white dog rushing to lick its lips beside her, seemingly mocking as well. Even this dog had gone bad, constantly mocking her, basking in its favored status.

Damn it!

One day, I will gain my freedom! So Wang Yueyue thought to herself.

Wang Hao couldn't be bothered with their melodramatic feelings. With a grand wave of his hand, he declared, "Since everyone is willing to leave, let's depart together!"

"The internet cafe will soon be closing down."

"I hope everyone enjoys themselves in the next few days! All games are free to play!"

Following that, he took Yueyue and "thump, thump, thump" went up the stairs.

Next up was time to meet some old acquaintances!

...

That very night.

Black-clothed Guard 24, Professor Jin Bowen, with eyes bloodshot, had spent several sleepless nights completing a scientific experiment and announced his research findings at the first opportunity.

"This is a special type of Supernatural circuit, dubbed the Cicada Wing Rune, a unique meme from the Mountain and Sea Realm."

"By using this meme, we can manufacture sharp, light, and spiritual body-harming weapons in bulk using only a minimal amount of Idealism material. The cost will be approximately one-tenth of that of traditional Rune Blades."

"Just the cost-cutting alone, you all know what that means!"

"Wow!" Applause erupted as all the experts in the meeting room cheered excitedly.

But then again, recent developments in the Supernatural have been bursting forth like a gusher. Though they are minor achievements, cumulatively, they have resulted in significant advancements.

Having completed the entire presentation, Comrade 24's heightened nerves finally relaxed.

There had been so much going on recently, especially over the past year with various Demon Gods emerging out of nowhere. Alongside the risks, there were immense benefits to be reaped—from the Moon project to the Mountain and Sea Realm's exploration, it was an incredibly busy time where one wished there were 240 hours in a day and could work 230 of those hours.

Thinking this, Professor Jin suddenly felt very sleepy, walked to the neighboring resting room, and lay down on a single bed.

"In ten years, it will be the true Supernatural Era, won't it," Wang Hao mused. "The emergence of 'Desire' might also be a good thing. After all, real scientific work can only be completed by idealists." With this thought, the corners of his mouth still beamed with a slight smile.

Then he closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt himself wake up once again!

He shook his head and pushed open the door to his room.

It led to a narrow corridor.

A corridor so silent that it made his hair stand on end.

There was no one around.

Just one after another, lonely fluorescent lights illuminated the corridor all by themselves.

At the far end of the corridor, there was a mass of grey-black fog.

"A dream? To think I have dreamed, and a lucid one at that, which is rare," he frowned slightly as he surveyed his surroundings.

He was not one of those spiritual Superpower Users, nor did he have the bad habit of controlling lucid dreams. He could only force himself to stay in bed, enter a state of meditation, and prepare to get a good night's sleep.

Every moment of life is precious after all.

He rushed to rest, then wake up and work hard—that's the solid truth!

Huh?!

Suddenly he felt something was off!

On the 24th, Jin Bowen lay in bed for a while before abruptly waking up again, as if sensing something at the end of the corridor calling out to him.

"Have I been attacked by something strange? Could it be that foreign hostile forces are cursing me?"

The development of Supernatural Powers has naturally brought its fair share of chaos. This is especially true for some small, inherently unstable countries, which are now fighting more fiercely than ever.

Professor Jin got up from his bed, yet he wasn't panicked. As a professional who had spent his life studying the supernatural world, he knew the flaws of these dream-induced curses.

After all, dreams are but the fabrications of one's imagination.

So why not let loose and make oneself omnipotent within the dream?

This method was known as the "Dream Control Technique," an effective means to break curses within dreams!

Investigators from the Black-clothed Guard at grade C and above all learned this self-defense technique, let alone him, an A-level Investigator.

With that in mind, he picked up a special pen from his desk and began to hypnotize himself: "Supreme Star of Origin, adaptable without rest. Expel demons and bind spirits, protect life and guard the body!"

The special pen burst forth with "golden light"—mainly because it originally had some lighting features.

In dreams, as long as one truly believed in the authenticity of such an uncertain weapon, it would become "real," capable of killing a monster with a single strike!

After transforming a pen into a Divine Artifact, a faint light shone in his eyes. He silently recited: "There is in empty space no form, nor perception, nor conception, nor volition, nor consciousness; No eye, nor ear, nor nose, nor tongue, nor body, nor mind; No form, nor sound, nor smell, nor taste, nor touchable, nor object of mind."

This was the Meditation Spell, a Meditation Technique from the Mountain and Sea Realm, widely used within the military.

Upon activating this ability, it greatly enhanced one's confidence and courage, offering strong resistance against various evil spirits.

"Humanity has indeed changed from before. If it were in the past, this kind of dream curse might be a bit of a nuisance, but now..." Number 24 was filled with confidence, "Once I break this Curse, I must write a report and expose those evil forces. To bring such terror to the Black-clothed Guard, they're really seeking death."

He held the "Divine Artifact" in his hand, the light of golden light flickering in his eyes, and stepped out of the room.

He encountered the murky grey fog, and unexpectedly, within the fog, he touched an ancient wooden door.

There were two bizarre characters on the door, neither in Chinese nor English, yet he could understand them with ease—"Desire."

Instantly, cold sweat seeped from his forehead!

His expression was one of utter shock: "'Desire'? I've been chosen by 'Desire'!"

That shouldn't be right. In the past, those chosen by "Desire" were generally between 20-25 years old, mostly young people.

He, Jin Bowen, was already 36 years old, and he had no particular troubles lately, so how could he have suddenly been chosen?