With the assistance of the master painter, the editors began to tailor a variety of wonderful books for the 130,000 residents here.

The contents of these books are weird and weird, directly hitting the desires of human beings, and each of them starts with a sweet start, runs through with sadistic heart, ends in despair, and finally gives a little hope, so that readers hope to be able to see from the next one. Salvation.

But what awaits them is deeper despair.

Each story is composed of more than a dozen books, and the content of each is desperate, like an avalanche, drawing readers into an irreversible abyss.

"Emma, ​​throwing this thing out is definitely a proper 18th prohibition. No one can save it." Looking through the book of the master painter, the editor said with sincere emotion.

"Yeah, the mental pollution is too serious. It's completely against Ke Zou." I really can't help but say, as a DJ, "The master painter is completely free of my self."

"Don't mention it, I want to find and take off my clothes and hang up." The **** painter said dejectedly.

The editor now has money and some people. Under his big coin tactics, and under the full push of the lord Porch, everyone in the city was forced to use the nightmare technique and began to read the master’s book for excitement. Own psionic energy.

In a short period of seven days, the overall strength of the residents of the entire city has instantly increased by 6 times.

Although six times faster in seven days, the editor knows that this growth rate is not up to the standard.

Seeing this strength growth rate, the **** painter narrowed his eyes: "No, it seems that this method alone is not enough. Our understanding of nightmares is still too superficial. The plot of heart abuse can only cause a small range of nightmares, we Still need a stronger nightmare. What are your nightmares?"

God painter: "The wife is married, and the bridegroom is not me."

I am really a DJ: "My sister is married, and the groom is not me."

"Never mind the master, why I am really a DJ, you with thick eyebrows and big eyes are also a pervert! Forget it, let me ask others in the group."

Switching quickly to the player Q group, the editor asked his own question: "What are your nightmares?"

Then, strange answers appeared.

"Crazy Little Policewoman!"

"Take off your clothes!"

"Muzzle!"

"No money."

"Bad sister."

"The cat is extinct!"

"Party A's needs..."

"Sister A's question."

"Can't eat dog food."

"Little Devil's Spear..."

"The childhood sweetheart..."

After reading the feedback from the players, the editor thought for a while, and then came to a conclusion: "The more unobtainable, the easier it is to become a nightmare. The more cherished things, the easier it is to become a nightmare. The more humiliating the memory, The easier it is to become a nightmare."

What you can't get is wanted, and the desire that you can't get will turn into a nightmare.

The desires you get will stay in your hands forever, and this fear of loss will turn into a nightmare.

And the memory of humiliation will forever change a person's way of thinking, and then turn into a nightmare.

After discussing with the other two players for a long time, the editor nodded: "I probably understand the essence of nightmare. Psionic energy itself is a very spiritual power, and its essence is to believe. As long as you 100% believe that you have enough Ability, then you will have the corresponding abilities. When people are extremely angry, they will be emotionally out of balance, leading to misjudgment of their own abilities, so powerful psychic abilities will burst out."

"The nightmare method is to create a kind of fear that you cannot overcome temporarily, and then urge you to overcome this fear through various means, and then make yourself feel that I am stronger than before, thereby enhancing your own psychic energy."

"What's the use of getting this conclusion?" I was really the DJ questioned.

"It is of great use. This provides a suitable theoretical basis for our actions. At present, the nightmare of the master painter can only provide a 6-fold increase, that is to say, we have to increase it by at least 20 times."

"Twenty times stronger!" The **** painter shouted in disbelief, "The current book is already mentally polluted, how far are you going to be perverted?"

"It doesn't have to be a nightmare. People can change their psychic abilities even in extreme anger. In other words, we have to provide an opportunity for the people here to gain a 20-fold increase in the final battle."

The three slimes put their **** together and discussed for a long time, and finally got a perfect plan.

Afterwards, they reset the time and returned to the first day.

After resetting, they immediately began to split up.

The **** painter continues to draw the enhanced version of the book, and strives to increase the psionic power of everyone to an appropriate level as soon as possible.

The editor and I are really DJs. They did not go to the house directly this time. Instead, they exchanged identities and borrowed a set of armor from the Lord’s Mansion.

As a result, there was an adventurer in black armor in the city.

As soon as he walked into the bar, he shouted: "What are you still doing here, the demon army is coming soon, and all of you will die! Hurry up and unite and fight with me!"

There was a burst of laughter in the bar when he heard what the other party said.

"The brave is coming." A drunk shouted disdainfully. "And the nobles have already said that this time is just a small attack by the devil. We resisted it."

"It's not a small attack, it's a big offense! Don't indulge in peace. Nobles are unreliable, and brave men are unreliable. You need to fight! Fight! Fight!"

A wine bottle slammed over.

The wine bottle smashed on the adventurer's head, and the liquid inside immediately penetrated into his armor.

Then, without knowing who notified the city guard, a group of soldiers rushed in and dragged the adventurer into a mansion.

When he reappeared the next day, the armor on his body was already in tatters, with blood stains on it.

But when he returned to the bar, his tone was still firm and strong: "I'm back! Have you thought about it, fight, everyone, fight with me!"

The only response to him was a merciless ridicule.

In the eyes of this group of people, he is an alarmist lunatic.

He repeated his doomsday remarks over and over again, until he was called to the guard and taken away.

The guards seized his money and added new scratches to his armor every day, but he never gave up.

But on the third day, the situation changed slightly.

A demon suddenly appeared in the city and began to mess around.

He repelled the demon.

Although the strength of the adventurer is not very strong, UU reading www.uukanshu.com may not even be in the top 100 here.

But the perseverance of this adventurer is absolutely top-notch.

He fought the demon to the last moment with tenacious perseverance, and finally killed the demon at the cost of an arm.

Since then, people's attitudes towards him have gradually changed.

They still don't believe the news that the adventurer's demon army is coming, but they still have full respect for the adventurer who is not strong but always fights.

They will give him food, invite him to drink, and even help spread the news so that the annoying nobles will not find him.

He fought to the last minute.

When the last day came, he went up against the flow of people, rushed to the demon army alone, and died before the demon army first.

At that moment, witnessed countless psionic energy burning in the city where the adventurer was dedicated.