My Bottle Cosmos

"I need to find a partner."

Sylvie began pacing back and forth on the scroll, "My Mechanical Chip race mainly relies on parasitism, searching for some geniuses, letting the chip parasitize them, allowing these geniuses to enter the real dreamscape we've constructed, where they can cultivate in the 'Reincarnation Space'!"

The genius appearances in her own bionic being population were too few.

The present time does not wait for her, so she might as well pick up some ready-made advantages.

There are only two directions to strengthen herself.

First, Demigod fragments.

There must constantly emerge Demigod geniuses among her Mechanical Species to begin perfecting the True God Path and improve.

This is the most basic realm and foundation.

The second is True God weapons.

To withstand the attacks of a True God, as a Demigod, one must have True God weapons.

Minis' True God Holy Dragon and the Emperor's Godslaying Sword both have a "True God Domain," which allows mortals to slay gods.

Otherwise, she would definitely get beaten!

And this True God?

Couldn't it transform into a "player" controlled by her Mechanical Chip?

Minis' mount is a True God Holy Dragon.

The Mechanical Chip's mount is a True God player.

Thinking carefully, Sylvie had the answer.

Her gaze swept over, and the [Aptitude Testing] device, a new function of the Golden Tree, was just perfect for utilization.

In fact, this testing device was researched by Li Qing himself, but he certainly would let Sylvie use it; otherwise, how could things get done?

Li Qing had already given her plenty of accumulated resources.

Whish.

Subspace, the entire Martial Path continent.

Mechanical Species, specialized in unique soul wave signals, began subtle signal wave scanning of a border city.

Among all three major aptitudes, as long as there's a Black Magic Master with a Martial Path talent or research talent above 70, they would be secretly scanned.

[Do you want to become strong, do you want to achieve the eternal?]

Some little geniuses saw this scene and were shocked.

While some found it strange and boldly chose to agree.

Moments later, a Mechanical Chip suddenly embedded itself into their skulls from the soil.

Immediately, it took them into a dreamscape.

On the other side, Sylvie couldn't help but laugh, "Hahaha, just like this, just like this!"

"I will start stealing people! In a civilization, geniuses are key!"

"As a parasitic life form, the mechanical chip can now parasitize them and cultivate the Demigod path, while they themselves can cultivate to become True Gods!"

"The Black Magic Race is currently the most populous, with the most geniuses appearing."

"Bringing them into the dreamscape, helping them cultivate and perfect the Life Map of the Black Magic Masters, I'll be the quickest, faster than the Witch Emperor!"

"This way, I'm the first to complete the True God path of the Black Magic Race, and won't this race with fifty-ring super potential become mine? All his efforts belong to me!"

This is a simple truth.

Why do you claim that the Black Magic Race is your race??

Do you have a complete Life Map, can you produce a True God of your own race?

I have it!

I am the rightful heir of the Black Magic Race!

The entire race is mine to steal, becoming my mount!

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to, Witch Emperor, imitating Emperor Tiansheng? Selflessly stepping aside when a True God surpasses you appears among the Black Magic Race?"

"This Black Magic Race, evolved with a secret door you set, that allows you to claim them as masters, and should a powerful fifty-ring True God truly appear, you could acknowledge him in advance, then let him break through."

Thus, you could control a powerful fifty-ring True God with a mere few-ring low-level flawed True God, turning them into your Dharma Artifact.

And this flaw, I can conveniently use for myself.

"As long as I lead the Black Magic Race to breakthrough first, secure the True God Life Map, I can control this race." Sylvie smirked coldly inside.

Whish!

One by one, the geniuses embedded with chips began to converge under direction, suddenly causing space to tremor slightly, disappearing uniformly from where they stood.

It was space teleportation that already existed in the age of Apocalypse.

"Start dreaming now!"

Sylvie took a deep breath,

"Thinking by day, dreaming by night!"

"This dreamscape must be dangerous, dangerous, and more dangerous, filled with a sense of urgency to stimulate potential and promote their growth!"

"I want a nightmare!"

"I want a nightmare!"

"All you fellow bionic beings, correct my nightmare, let's have nightmares together!"

Sylvie began self-hypnosis, then gradually fell asleep on the cradle of the Golden Tree, entering the dreamscape.

And with her entry into the dreamscape, the various construction teams of the entire Golden Tree began flying out, modifying architecture on the entire earth, breeding sentient beings.

[Generating dreamscape, Civilization: Eerie Arrival]

[In 2031, the whole civilization is shrouded in darkness, countless eerie anomalies quietly breed in humanity's fear, cities become various horror parks, schools, the Seven Mysteries, the Horror Asylum, the Nowhere Subway Station... Various eerie scenes overrun by demons.]

[Sylvie, you wake up in a nightmare, find your sister Aurora calling you, don't daydream, don't daydream, you are broadcasting live on TV, someone is watching you...]

...

"What a ridiculous dream... that sense of shame still lingers."

Li Qing was in the living room and couldn't help but smile.

By now, Sylvie had already assumed the "mastermind behind the scenes" identity, enthusiastically taking the fall for him and starting to stir things up.

Indeed, human nature is fascinating.

If you say I'm the evil mastermind stopping creatures on their path with "nightmare reincarnation," I certainly couldn't accomplish it, as I was also a victim of nightmares back then.

But with a different take.

I, Sylvie, only pretend to be the mastermind, to train them, give them pressure, carrying a grand historical mission, suddenly feeling a sense of glory on me.

"Quite an interesting framework."

Li Qing thought for a moment and lightly stepped into the eerie city enveloped in the dreamscape.

Suddenly, he heard by his ear.

[Survivor??, your task this month is: Bus 201, please arrive at South City No.1 Bus Station within three days, or face erasure.]

This dream was also somewhat absurd.

This Sylvie had quite the imagination!

Li Qing weighed it in his mind, looking around, feeling that it had a bit of the flavor of those novels where eeriness descends.

And Sylvie herself was the main protagonist in this dreamscape, simultaneously cultivating and honing herself.

He walked around the streets, looking around, discovering the Ghost Hospital, Horror Villa, and various scenes, while humans wailed within them.

What an apocalyptic scene.

"This time, her dreamscape is quite good." Li Qing merely smiled; this race was quickly finding its proper path.

A smile appeared on Li Qing's lips.

The Dream Garment Race builds Reincarnation Space; it's mutually beneficial, accelerating Life Map development, belonging to building Hell Dungeons, squeezing potential.

"It seems that the truly powerful True Gods won't take long to emerge."

Li Qing pondered as he reflected.

This mastermind had already been "confirmed" once.

But through his modifications, gradually pushing Sylvie out to take the blame, this epoch, though imperfect, was sufficiently concealed from discovery.

Li Qing glanced at the battles in the dungeon a few times; although interesting, with various ingenious strategies and decryption routes, truly fitting the identity of games by Mechanical Species.

But after watching low-level Gold Level fighters for a while, the interest quickly waned.

What's worth watching is future growth, not the present.

On the other side.

In the Divine Realm, Witch Emperor's heart sank,

"The geniuses of certain cities are beginning to disappear one after another?"

"Upon returning, they occasionally appear, seemingly involved in some dream, entering an organization??"

Witch Emperor sighed deeply, hesitation in his heart.

Are we really upon the historical stages of Martial Path continent?

But do such dreams also impact the historical civilization process of ancient times?

As he pondered, he began to hesitate.

"Officially inform Minis and the others, we might need to cease hostilities... Because our battles might also be a puppet show on the historical stage? Each writing memories, playing roles, killing each other."

"We should brandish our blades toward the director outside the stage."