Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

"It seems drawing a pie in the sky has no meaning for a Mutator, so I still need to show you something tangible," Zhou Baiyu pointed at his own bed. Its durability was 11/11.

Xinkui hadn't expected Jiang Xianwu's words to be true, that just by entering this room and taking one look, he would understand the whole situation.

"This...how did you manage this? It's practically a work of art!"

In Zhou Baiyu's eyes, the item's name was—[Youth Endless Night Won't Dream of a Glowing Pioneer.]

In Xinkui's eyes, the item's name was much more straightforward—[Good Dream Bed.]

A sentence in the item description made Xinkui realize its value here—dream freely without entering the Night Sea before the durability runs out.

"Art... this is art indeed! How could you achieve this?"

Zhou Baiyu spread his hands:

"I thought this was a standard for us Mutators? Let's reintroduce ourselves, I am a second-class different walker, Jiang Xianwu. From the Baichuan Refuge Guild."

He emphasized the guild because Zhou Baiyu remembered, he had talked with Guang Tongchen, and there was also someone from Baichuan Guild who had entered into the recruitment of the Endless Night and was a Mutator.

And Zhou Baiyu had figured out that Xinkui was a Mutator because when he looked at Xinkui's house, he noticed it had durability.

Meaning, Xinkui had actually been mutating items all along.

Zhou Baiyu found it quite strange. Although he thought the bed would please Xinkui, it was a matter of analyzing needs based on environment and then creating a desirable product.

Verbal persuasion was just the surface; every time Zhou Baiyu persuaded someone, he actually demonstrated his practical value.

However, Xinkui's reaction was still a bit too strong.

"Standard issue? I'm not like that. I just want to say screw the God of Difference and Chaos, he must be the crappiest of the nine ancient gods, right?"

Zhou Baiyu had these thoughts as well. But later, he slowly changed his view about this god.

But he wouldn't deny—

This occupation really sucks; you could say I've been incredibly lucky, continuously beating the odds.

But what about other Mutators?

Their recruitment journey is probably a different sight entirely.

"When I first got here, thinking I could mutate, I wanted to leave this place... "

"That was the first day. The light I emitted that day could probably illuminate a large area nearby...but the second day I didn't dare to glow."

"After that, I kept entering the Night Sea, you know, no matter whether you have light or not, for a long time after you come here, you will continuously enter the Night Sea, facing those monsters..."

"I've already... I can't remember, what a truly comfortable sleep feels like."

"We're not really existing, here, in this place. The more desperate people become, the more emaciated they get. Would you believe I used to weigh 160 pounds?"

Xinkui gradually started talking more.

This was a good sign, as it indicated he was slowly letting down his guard.

As a Mutator, although he knew the profession was terrible, having survived several recruitments, Xinkui had still managed to mutate a few beneficial items.

So he was well aware—The only reliable thing about this unreliable god is that the descriptions are at least accurate.

If the description says the item can produce good dreams, then it certainly can produce a good dream.

That day, Zhou Baiyu and Xinkui swapped rooms.

He wondered, had Xinkui really never mutated an item capable of freeing himself from nightmares?

But then Zhou Baiyu realized, this was just the survivor's bias.

Not to mention the items Xinkui mutated, which started at a deviation rate of ninety-nine percent and only had five chances per day...and even then, five chances might not be enough.

Even if he mutated beneficial items, they might just be about sleeping more comfortably, or the bed's durability improving...such seemingly beneficial mutations that actually weren't very useful.

And the scariest part was, mutating was just like drawing lots, filled with hope and expectation.

Such hopes and expectations, within the dream, are fatal.

Going to mutate full of hope, then getting continuously tormented in the Night Sea by deep-sea behemoths...

Who could endure that? Over time, as soon as Xinkui thought about mutating, he instinctively resisted.

So when Zhou Baiyu produced a finished product, Xinkui reacted so intensely, directly calling it a work of art.

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The next day.

When Zhou Baiyu and Xinkui spoke face to face again, Xinkui's attitude toward Zhou Baiyu had changed significantly—

"Brother Jiang, dad! Jiang dad! Please let me stay here! Let's swap rooms! Please, I'm begging you!"

"Yesterday...sob...sob...I dreamed of my mom and dad, they fed me lots of delicious food... Do you have a wife? Do you have children? In my dream, I had a wife, her cheeks all plump, she was really cute!"

"I can't leave this bed now! I just can't! Do you know how I've spent these years?"

Zhou Baiyu found it both funny and felt deep pity for the people here.

These days, he too had been continuously tortured in the Night Sea.

But in the end, always when the light completely faded, he was protected by the necklace of Waking Dreams.

Even though in the dream, all items were gone, the necklace of Waking Dreams was worn on his body, protecting him even in dreams within dreams entering the dream realm.

So although he was tortured every night, there was always hope before utter despair.

Then the next day, Zhou Baiyu would wake up full of fighting spirit.