I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 24
Nightmare world
The one speaking was none other than Yang Dongqing. Ever since he and Su Mu had come to an agreement, Su Mu had released him. Under the effect of psychological suggestion, Yang Dongqing didn’t resist but instead behaved himself and worked obediently, hoping to leave with Jasmine and live a peaceful life three years later.
As for the lipstick marks on his face—those were naturally from Jasmine. The moment he was released, he insisted on seeing her. After a brief moment of affection, he learned from her that his younger brother had become a factory director, and Jasmine herself had been signed by a record company.
It was a satisfying ending for everyone: his brother had succeeded, Jasmine was chasing her dreams, and Su Mu had gained a Transcendent bodyguard. The only one suffering was Yang Dongqing, who had to be Su Mu’s workhorse for three years.
Su Mu ignored his snide tone and said flatly, “Time to sleep.”
Yang Dongqing walked straight toward the only bed in the room.
But before he could reach it, Su Mu stretched out his snake-patterned cane and blocked his path. “Sleep on the floor.”
Yang Dongqing scowled. “There’s a bed right there! Why should I sleep on the floor?”
“The bed is mine,” Su Mu replied calmly as he withdrew his cane and gave him a cold glance.
Then Su Mu turned to Zhao Chaoyao and the others and said, “You all sleep too.”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
More than a dozen black-clad men instantly dropped to the floor and fell asleep, some even snoring loudly.
Yang Dongqing’s brow twitched. “Do they all sleep this well?”
Su Mu shook his head. “Just hypnosis. Want to try it?”
Recalling the awful memories of his past experiences, Yang Dongqing’s face turned pale and he refused grimly, then shut his eyes tightly.
About ten minutes later, he drifted into slumber. After cramming math problems all night yesterday, he was already mentally exhausted.
Seeing everyone asleep, Su Mu began executing his plan.
He pulled out his dark-golden pocket watch, letting it slip from his fingers and swing like a pendulum in the air.
One… two… three…
Thud!
Su Mu collapsed onto the soft bed.
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In the vast, ethereal heavenly palace, a majestic Immortal Emperor stood proudly, surrounded by swirling immortal energy. Brilliant rays of divine light burst from his body, his figure tall and imposing, as if holding up the entire sky.
This Immortal Emperor—was Su Mu.
Yes, he had entered his dream.
Transforming into an Immortal Emperor was nothing more than routine for him, a habit born from subconscious practice.
Su Mu stood suspended in the void, his luxurious immortal robe fluttering with the wind. The robe was embroidered with stars and constellations, as if holding the truths of the universe. With a slight raise of his hand, streams of immortal light flowed from his sleeve, illuminating the entire dream.
A dream had no walls—meaning it had no boundaries.
Now, what he had to do was expand—endlessly expand his dream until it connected with Yang Dongqing’s.
In his theory, since he was the master of his own dream, why couldn’t he link his dream with others’?
“If I can control the birth and death of the universe with a single hand, connecting dreams should be no problem.”
Time passed second by second as Su Mu slowly closed his eyes, extending his perception to its limit. Meanwhile, his dream began to expand like a big bang, swelling rapidly.
Finally!
He sensed something different. It was a strange feeling—like an Immortal Emperor atop the heavens suddenly sensing a barrier to another world. And when his perception broke through that barrier, he saw another realm.
At the edge of his dream, in a region of endless darkness, faint starlight suddenly appeared—more than a dozen stars twinkled faintly in the void, mysterious and beautiful.
Su Mu instantly realized those stars weren’t part of his own dream. Because he could fully control everything in his dream, anything foreign was exceptionally noticeable.
“So these are their dreams?” Su Mu opened his eyes. The gaze of the Immortal Emperor was like a deep, infinite black hole, carrying the brilliance and dimness of countless stars—the passing and coming of time itself.
His glance swept across the void like a divine lightning bolt that cleaved the darkness at the edge of his dream. The dozen or so stars were fully revealed.
He could even clearly see the images within them.
Twelve of the stars showed nearly identical scenes: Su Mu seated on a throne, with masses of people kneeling in worship, shouting, “Long live the chief!”
Obviously, those were the dreams of Zhao Chaoyao and the others. Brainwashed every day, even their dreams were filled with Su Mu.
But among those twelve stars, one stood out—it looked like it was forged from steel and radiated a metallic sheen. This was Yang Dongqing’s dream, and the scene was… different.
The content was a bit colorful. The male lead was Yang Dongqing, the female lead was Jasmine. The two were all lovey-dovey—until “Su Mu” appeared, stealing Jasmine away.
“This is Yang Dongqing’s dream?” Su Mu frowned slightly. “So melodramatic.”
In Yang Dongqing’s dream, Jasmine had already been stolen by “Su Mu,” and the plot only got more ridiculous.
Jasmine: “Sorry, Dongqing. Love between three people is just too crowded.”
Yang Dongqing: “No!! Jasmine! Jasmine! How can I live without you?! Aaaahhh!”
Su Mu: “…”
He was speechless. Just as he was about to scoff, his expression suddenly changed. His eyes narrowed coldly and locked onto something inside Yang Dongqing’s dream.
He saw… a strange blood-red color appear out of nowhere!
The crimson hue looked like old rust—or dried blood. It spread silently through the dreamscape, emitting an eerie, terrifying aura.
It was like demon blood seeping up from the depths of hell, flowing thickly and slowly. Every drop was filled with pain and resentment.
Yang Dongqing’s dream was gradually consumed by the blood-red shade. At the same time, the star representing his dream began to tremble violently, as if about to be ripped from the fabric of the world.
“So this is the Nightmare World’s summoning?”
Su Mu’s eyes narrowed. He no longer hesitated and immediately manipulated his dream to connect with Yang Dongqing’s.
The moment their dreams touched, his body shuddered violently.
Because the immortal palace, once filled with heavenly light and energy, had somehow become tainted by a strange blood-red hue!
The red color spread like a virus, wildly devouring everything.
He tried to stop it—but failed. Even as the supreme Immortal Emperor in his dream, he found that in front of this blood-red power, all of it—his divinity, his authority—was like illusions reflected in water.
It was as if he were a supreme being in a novel, capable of destroying worlds with a flick of the wrist, yet he couldn’t escape the confines of the story… and couldn’t harm even a blade of grass in the real world.
