I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 1
The all powerful dream
Su Mu woke up from a 600-square-meter bed.
His vacant eyes stared blankly at the massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was made of 1,239,800 top-grade crystals and shimmered with a luxurious glow under the sunlight.
His gaze gradually sharpened, and a faint weariness surfaced in his otherwise calm eyes.
Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his chest, as if something heavy was pressing down on him. Frowning slightly, he raised his head and saw a dazzlingly white leg—long, fair, and perfectly shaped.
Su Mu frowned and pushed the long white leg away. Its owner rolled over, pouting her red lips in dissatisfaction as she continued to sleep.
A few strands of black hair fell from her cheek, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that could take one’s breath away, with a bit of crystal-clear drool at the corner of her mouth.
Yet even in the face of such beauty, Su Mu’s heart remained unmoved. After all, women like her—he had eleven more.
In fact, all eleven were lying sprawled across the same 600-square-meter bed, their presence filling the air with a sweet fragrance.
Su Mu’s gaze swept over the dozen beauties and finally stopped on a girl with a face as pure and innocent as a first love. He then reached out toward her.
Bang!
The pure campus belle was pushed aside and rolled across the bed twice.
The sudden movement startled her awake. She blinked her large, dazed eyes in confusion, clearly still not fully awake.
Su Mu ignored her and instead picked up a book from where she had been lying.
The book was still warm to the touch. Its title read: “Practical Guide to Clinical Hypnosis.”
Flipping to page 128, the bold heading caught his eye: “How to Use Voice, Props, and Behavior to Perform Hypnotic Suggestion.”
Su Mu studied it attentively, fully immersed in learning.
Meanwhile, the twelve beauties on the bed began waking up one after another, laughing and teasing playfully.
A foreign-looking woman sauntered over, giggling, “Darling~ Stop reading. Are books really prettier than us? Heehee…”
Her words drew laughter from the others.
But Su Mu’s face showed a trace of displeasure. He snapped his fingers lightly.
Snap!
It was as if a switch had been flipped. The entire space was suddenly plunged into an eerie silence. The playful laughter of the twelve women came to an abrupt stop.
Immediately after, an inexplicable force descended—like an eraser gently sweeping across a canvas.
Whoosh!
The twelve stunning women vanished into thin air, leaving Su Mu alone in the huge room, accompanied only by the occasional sound of pages turning.
Two hours later, Su Mu tossed the book aside and frowned. “Out of the whole book, only a few small tricks were useful. The rest is complete nonsense.”
Bang!
He fell heavily onto the bed. His thin body sank into the soft mattress, and the weariness in his eyes grew stronger.
But this was a unique kind of fatigue—not from exhaustion, but the kind that arises after indulging in endless luxury. A subtle, hollow fatigue that comes when all desires have been satisfied.
“This kind of life… really is boring to death,” Su Mu sighed. “Am I just going to die out of boredom like this?”
There was no response in the empty room.
After a long while.
“Forget it. I’ll watch something.”
He got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window beside the television. The bright glass reflected a youthful, handsome face—sharp features, deep black eyes like black gemstones, captivating and mysterious, like a beautiful boy stepped out of a painting.
The only flaw was his overly slender frame and pale, sickly skin. Combined with the faint fatigue in his eyes—a weariness born from overindulgence—he looked somewhat like a noble vampire.
Standing before the window, Su Mu looked down from hundreds of meters high upon the city. The city was vibrant, with endless streams of traffic and people like ants.
He casually picked up the remote control beside the TV.
He pressed the red button.
Click!
Time seemed to freeze in that instant. The next second… the TV didn’t turn on—instead, the sky outside lit up, as if the sun had fallen to earth, blazing bright!
BOOM!!!
BOOM!!!
BOOM!!!
Deafening explosions tore through heaven and earth. The once-bustling city below was as if bombarded with dozens of atomic bombs in an instant. Mushroom clouds rose one after another. Blinding white light surged like a tsunami, engulfing everything and completely erasing the entire city!
Su Mu calmly watched the apocalyptic scene unfold. The white light reflecting in his eyes slightly swept away the fatigue from his gaze.
“No matter how many times I’ve seen this, it’s still so pleasing to the eye,” he murmured in admiration.
The next moment, the skyscraper he stood in was swallowed by the light.
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Su Mu woke up from a bed that was only one meter wide and two meters long.
The dozen stunning beauties were gone. What surrounded him now were yellowing walls, an old wardrobe, and a wooden desk stacked with books.
The stark contrast felt like being reincarnated.
But he hadn’t reincarnated. He had simply… woken up from a dream.
That’s right—Su Mu had been dreaming.
As the saying goes, everything is possible in dreams.
And in Su Mu’s case, his dream literally had everything.
In his dreams, he was nearly omnipotent. With a single thought, he could create entire worlds—whether it was a modern city brimming with material desires, a world of cultivation where people flew through the skies, or a Western fantasy realm of swords and magic. As long as he could imagine it, he could create it.
Want beauties? Campus belles, celebrities, fairies, holy maidens, elves—all lined up, free to choose. And the sensations were all real, just like in the real world.
Want power? He could be the Federal Chairman, an ancient Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor of the Immortal Realm, or the Supreme Lord of Gods—he could switch roles as he pleased.
Want money? Actually, he didn’t even want it—he had no need to spend money.
A year ago, when Su Mu first started dreaming, he was ecstatic. In reality, he was just an ordinary student, an orphan. He wasn’t destitute, but could only barely make ends meet.
The overwhelming thrill of the dream world gave him unmatched excitement. In that place, he could let loose all his desires and enjoy all the pleasures of the world—even fantastical ones, like being the protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel.
He did that often, exploring countless novels from start to finish. But his favorite was a novel called Till Death Ends It! He had entered that story more than ten times, and still couldn’t get enough.
What’s more, he could even control the time flow in his dreams—stretching it to as long as a year!
That meant a single sleep equaled a whole year inside the dream.
But humans are strange beings—tormented when desires are unfulfilled, and bored when they are satisfied.
Su Mu lived joyfully in dreams for over a hundred years, indulging in every form of pleasure imaginable. Eventually, he became tired of it all. He grew bored. Even irritated.
It was like a gamer who had every cheat code activated and played the same game for over a hundred years—fun at first, but then unbearably dull.
More importantly, he realized the biggest difference between dreams and reality: the people in the dream weren’t real. They were NPCs—robots—created by him.
Nothing unexpected ever happened in the dream world. He even knew in advance what each person would say or do next.
Because in the entire dream, he was the only one with real thoughts. Everyone else existed only because of him.
This made him even more bored.
So he stopped seeking pleasure and started chasing thrills, adventures, and even slaughter…
Another few decades passed, and still, no stimulation could spark his interest. He felt only deeper boredom.
At the same time, Su Mu noticed that his once-healthy body was growing weaker. He often had headaches and nosebleeds. But strangely, his mind became sharper, with memory and thinking speed improving dramatically.
He didn’t care much at first. He still immersed himself in dreams every day, hoping to find even a hint of novelty. He couldn’t be bothered to face reality, which seemed even more boring.
Until one day, he woke up with an excruciating headache—like someone drilling into his skull. Blood poured from all seven orifices, and he blacked out.
That was when he finally realized something was wrong. He went to the hospital for tests—but they found nothing. The doctors only said he was out of shape, anemic, and had low blood sugar.
So he started dreaming less and tried exercising. But… it didn’t help! Nothing worked!
Exercise, medicine, food supplements—he tried them all, yet his body kept getting weaker. The headaches worsened.
Su Mu could clearly feel his life slipping away, bit by bit. The feeling of possibly dying at any moment, completely out of control, without even knowing the cause, was just… it was just…
“Absolutely wonderful!”
