The chat group was still in an uproar.
Everyone was discussing, this is a true hero.
The young ladies around this area really have it hard, they are a vulnerable group, and Liu Laoliu who offers black-market loans bullied them, this is a criminal force entrenched in our University City, so someone stood up for them!
Not me.
I did not do it.
Zhu Zhengwei thought helplessly.
He really was just an ordinary customer.
How could I possibly manage to create a New Fortune Gang, persuading them one by one? Standing up to unite the young ladies to fight against that Liu Laoliu?
"Wait a minute."
He seemed to realize something.
This wasn't just a coincidence either.
It's likely the old lady before was also troubled by this, and in the subconscious of the surrounding young ladies, they hoped someone could save them, thinking by day and dreaming by night, hence the dream of a hero descending from the heavens.
The current events were the result of various factors in reality influencing one another, making this dream not surprising.
I hadn't even entered the world of adventure, yet legends about me were already there.
Meanwhile, in the chat group.
The group was fired up, like they had been injected with adrenaline.
What student doesn't yearn for the chivalry of the martial world?
Which student hasn't read similar novels with such plots?
A heroic figure of a generation, traveling the world with a sword, with one hand embracing a brothel's lady of the night, and the other hand slaying the enemy, establishing their career, laughing with friends, enjoying and avenging with delight!
And it all happens near their University City.
Occurring around those ladies who always dress up for them, yet they don't dare approach the majority of ordinary students aiding them.
This plot clearly has the style of Hong Kong comics, it's just so satisfying.
They were still discussing, and even started on the next plot story.
"This is just about this KTV, there are many more."
"For example, Da Jiao Lane on Yunhua Road, which is different from other ordinary shops!"
"It looks like a mahjong parlor inside, but it has a significant background, yet it's fraught with danger! They say, this great person just went through hardships last night, tirelessly, and now, once again, bravely ventures into the dragon's den!"
...
Hearing this, Zhu Zhengwei started to doubt life.
The dream world is bizarre and colorful, much more exciting than reality.
You guys have a dream for each shop, and each one dreams of being evenly matched with me, narrowly escaping death, a battle of wits and courage, like a Hong Kong gangster film plot, finally subduing all of you, making you willing to submit?
Can't you have some ambition?
Why are every one of you the defeated, can't you have a dream where you beat me?
Honestly.
Zhu Zhengwei thought he was already low-key enough.
Meticulously planning, carefully making calculations, planning every step, considering himself a reincarnation of the young Zhuge Liang.
He specifically went to find young ladies in this line of work most suitable to avoid detection, finding just a small three hundred people, and what was the result?
The entire University City knows about me.....
In that case.
I might as well just randomly go to a café, restaurant, or library, and hypnotize 300 of them there on the spot, the ripple caused might not be as big as it is now.
Frustrating.
Reality doesn't follow his script at all.
"By the way, what does this great person look like?"
"The exact appearance isn't clear, wearing a mask."
"But supposedly, he has a mighty physique, perfect proportions, and a pair of very beautiful, deep eyes like black gems, with a tear mole at the corner of the eye."
"Holy crap, he's handsome too, is there no justice?"
Everyone listened and felt their imaginations run wild.
Zhu Zhengwei drank a cup of tea.
He considered himself a model student, working part-time with a few dorm mates to earn a little money, never expecting to encounter such a level of dark underground forces?
But thinking it over, it makes sense.
Ordinary shops are fine, did not expect some of these special custom shops have sinister backgrounds, and these black industries are quite complicated, with deep waters like loans and gambling.
He really had been too wild, clearly going around sleeping with people, yet inexplicably got rumored to be gate-crashing businesses.
Of course, his actions might have affected certain people's interests, indeed crashing the place.
"However, I've figured it out, this 'hypnosis' ability actually has such a function? It seems to be a life-saving tool, if someone tries to pick a fight in the future, wanting to challenge me, in a fight, I just make them sleep and continue the random plot in the dream... I'll just run in reality." Taking a deep breath, Zhu Zhengwei also couldn't be bothered with the two excited guys' discussions nearby.
They're now excitedly saying they've gone to the shop entrance to eavesdrop and secretly apprentice.
But he knows their timid nature, it's just talk.
"But I really shouldn't appear recently."
...
...
Dreaming of Bamboo Scenic Village, farmhouses.
Zhu Zhengwei sat at his desk, his expression calm as he held the pencil that once scarred his eye. He reorganized his thoughts while writing his future goals.
Currently, there are two minor objectives.
1. Increase the number of servers.
2. Develop the civilization of the Dream World.
To be honest, expanding the number of servers and developing the "intranet" on campus is quite simple.
After all, in the collective dormitory, everyone basically goes to bed on time. Being among them, the bubbles grind one miner at a time.
These young people let him freely take what he needed.
However, students are ultimately too homogeneous.
The students rest at fixed times, causing the "Rational World" to only be available at night.
"Originally, I wanted to develop day shifts, so I ventured outside of campus to look for outdoor servers, which ended up causing such a fuss, a lesson to be learned."
He wrote calmly, organizing his logical plan,
"However, despite the great turmoil, I somehow connected to a strange line, forming the sprout of an intelligence network organization. The clientele of the brothel is diverse, so naturally, there's an intelligence network. Maybe it can be utilized in the future?"
"But risk and opportunity coexist."
He was quite self-aware.
This is a group of genuine members of society, involved in evil and black industries. As a student, he couldn't handle it now, nor did he possess true power.
He had relived twenty years, yet all he did was use time to train his body, with little experience. There was no need to get entangled with them; he could completely choose to wait a while longer.
"In short, it's best to settle for now. Although the noise was loud, this wave of server harvesting is already enough! Due to their work, most of them sleep during the day and open at night, compensating for my lack of mining machines during the day."
Now, the harvest is significant, formally forming a twenty-four-hour online server.
He thought to himself,
"It's ready to embark on the right track."
"A world built upon human dreams has been fully constructed."
"It has begun its perpetual day and night cycles, self-sustaining, self-operating. What kind of splendid blossoms will it produce?"
Zhu Zhengwei had read too many science fiction books, even those depicting scenes of human civilization in hundreds of years, compelling aspirations within him from the grandeur of it all.
However, compared to the scale of civilization's history, a human's short life is but a mere drop in the ocean.
Even Einstein, Tesla, those once-great giants of their eras, passed away with the sands of time, ultimately reduced to dust and bones.
This is reality.
A professor Zhu Zhengwei knew often said, "I exercise not to live longer, but to see how marvelous the following decades will become."
The universe is vast, and humanity's scale is insignificant.
That is destiny, no matter how brilliant the future world becomes, what does it matter to you? You're just witnessing a tiny ripple within it.
But things are different now; he constructed a "world" using servers, mining machines, and blockchain of the mind, mining an entire civilizational map.
There, time flies by, a fleeting dream enough to extrapolate a civilization's future millennia ahead.
Zhu Zhengwei reached out with a finger.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
The bubbles collected from the vicinity outside the campus were formally unfolded one by one.
"The anchors for the Dream have been thrown down for them. It's time to reel in those somewhat tumultuous fish into my world."
Zhu Zhengwei composed himself, as he faced the sun and picked up Stephen Hawking's 1988 book, "A Brief History of Time" from the shelf, reading with patience, his expression genteel,
"The scale of time, hmm?"
In this world, time flies, but he can basically confirm that he can live long in this world, experiencing one long era after another...
How will the civilization of the dream's local network world develop?
"Second brother, I can't understand some books, so I'm here to ask." The third brother suddenly said outside the door.
"Coming." Zhu Zhengwei slowly got up, yet there seemed to be an invisible sound at his ear, like water splashing into the water's surface.
Ding!
"Welcome to 'Society'"
"Beta version 0.1"
"Current expansion pack: Miner Birth."
"Current online login numbers: 309 people."
...
This is the necessary anchor for dreams.
This is an essential medium to bring people into the dream.
As for those third-batch server ladies who don't like games?
They also need to be unified under the dream anchor.
It must be standardized.
The brainwashing in front of everyone every day will also make this anchor's effect increasingly potent, synchronizing with others.
At this point, a large number of third-batch servers entered, these newborns ushered into this world, bringing prosperity and growth.
The birth of these baby girls, Zhu Zhengwei ignored.
No matter who you are, no matter the debasement of your reality or the virtue and wickedness of your character, everyone has the right to a new life. The world's myriad things are always balanced and equal, and no one can deprive another of their innate right to mine.