My different world is game mode

"Two gentlemen, you are from the outside world, right?"

"Many new guests are here today. This is a rare opportunity. You must come to the Horner Theater to enjoy the wonderful performances of our actors!"

The scene in front of Lindsay and Arazon had just stabilized.

What greeted him was a warm greeting.

This is a beautiful girl about twenty years old. There is a wooden box hanging on her waist. When the top lid of the wooden box is opened, you can see that there are all tickets for theater performances inside.

A salesperson hawking tickets?

Realizing the identity of the other party, Lindsay looked around at the same time.

The stars and moon in this world hang high, and the lights in the city are brilliant. Although they are exactly the same as the City of Thousand Sails in reality, there is no colorful light caused by the chaos of the source.

Even after Lindsay looked towards the city, the huge stone statue one thousand meters high was still standing here.

This is a complete reflection of the real world.

Only in terms of people and things, a completely different gap is shown.

"Sir, sir!"

"Come to our place and take a look at the performances in our theater..."

boom--! ! !

The saleswoman is still recommending enthusiastically.

But at this time, there was a roar in the distant city, as if a bomb had been detonated there.

Immediately, the powerful source of energy erupted.

Large areas of the city collapsed, and sea water poured in and gushed out.

——Are there awakened people fighting there?

Lindsay immediately became alert, and he was ready to respond and take Arazon away from the dangerous area.

"Arazon, we..."

Just as Lindsay spoke, the shattered city and surging seawater came to an abrupt halt.

Time and space in that area seemed to be frozen.

All the objects turned back along the broken trajectory, returning to their original appearance as if going back in time. Only the violent source of matter was still proving the explosion just now.

The girl selling tickets spoke:

"You two, don't worry, our world is very safe."

"All environments are anchored by your world. This is a world that advocates performance and art!"

The girl winked playfully:

"How about it, do you want to come to our theater?"

Alazon looked at Lindsay:

"Lindsay?"

Lindsay took to heart the reminder she got before she came.

Everything in this world is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and extremely dangerous.

The first thing they need to do is to find out the information and get out of this ignorant situation:

"Miss, we have just entered this world from the outside, and we don't know yet what currency is used here."

"Currency?" The girl selling tickets turned her head and smiled, "To buy tickets, you just need to use your own inspiration. We don't use outside currencies here."

"..."

Using the artist's inspiration when creating his work as the currency of buying and selling?

Lindsay and Arazon looked at each other.

What will be the consequences if this kind of thing is really sold?

They were unsure of the situation, but their instincts also made it clear that this was not an acceptable deal.

"Miss, we also plan to take a stroll in the city first."

"Let's go watch the show again when we have the chance."

Lindsay declined immediately.

The girl selling tickets didn't bother her, and turned around and walked elsewhere.

Visible to the naked eye, other residents in the city quickly bought tickets from her.

Is this how this world works?

Lindsay remembered this scene deeply, and then moved to the location in her memory:

"Anyway, let's go to the Finbull Theater first."

"Even if Wala Wala is not there, we can still find her movement track."

Arasorn was still lamenting what had just happened:

"Just buying a ticket means consuming your own inspiration."

"Ah--"

"I have always heard that the world created by artists is completely different from reality. Today I really saw it. It is indeed so special that it is difficult to evaluate."

As the two moved forward, they noticed the situation around them.

After walking two streets away, Lindsay discovered something very special.

"Arazon, did you notice?"

“There are no street shops selling food.”

In the real Blue Zone of the City of Thousand Sails.

Because theaters and performance venues occupy almost all building facilities.

Therefore, in order to meet people's daily needs, there are many roadside stalls selling all kinds of snacks.

In this psychedelic dream world, the corresponding stalls are still set up on the street.

But the owners occupying the stalls were replaced by performers. Some performed some close-up magic tricks, and some did simple singing and painting demonstrations. There was nothing related to food at all.

Alazon's tone was strange:

"Don't tell me that people in this world don't need to eat."

Lindsay shook her head and said:

"The rules of this world are completely set by the creator, maybe that's it?"

During the discussion, the two people soon came to the Fimbull Theater.

This place is as grand as the real world, and its specific uses are the same as reality.

After entering the hall, Lindsay immediately noticed a person.

——Mrs. Salah.

The first time he and Wala Wala came to the theater, the other party showed complete disgust and even made fun of them.

This guy was also dragged into a psychedelic dream?

"Mrs. Salah, you..."

Lindsay stepped forward to say hello and ask about the situation.

But what he didn't expect was that the lady in front of him would show a very warm attitude towards him, and she would welcome him:

"Two gentlemen, you must have come in from the outside world, right?"

"Our theater welcomes all kinds of people to enjoy performances. If you have any favorite plays, you can tell me and I will take you there right away!"

"..."

Lindsay felt a chill in her heart.

He carefully looked at Mrs. Salah in front of him and found that she seemed to be younger than the real one?

There are two possibilities.

First, this psychedelic dream world reflects the characters in reality.

Second, Salah is the Salah in reality. But after she was accidentally dragged into this world, she didn't know what happened, and she became like a local aborigine in front of her.

Lindsay directly activates the detection skill.

[Human women - ordinary human women without essence, obese. 】

Lindsay was relieved.

The current situation is the less bad news among the bad.

The real Salah of the Fimbre Theater is an awakened person, but the person in front of him does not possess the Sefirah.

Unless this psychedelic dream world can deprive people of their identity as awakened beings.

Otherwise, this Salah will most likely be a replica of a local character.

"We have something we want to do here, so I won't bother you to entertain us."

Lindsay said goodbye to Salah and took Arazon to the underground floor.

Psychedelic dreams are completely consistent with reality.

Lindsay was already familiar with this route. As soon as he arrived at the corresponding location on the basement floor, he saw the room whose door he had opened.

"Walawala, will you be here..."

Lindsay was a little worried. He turned on the map skill...

"Dad, are you here to save mom?"

Suddenly, a child who looked like five or six years old rushed over from the side, hugged Lindsay's thigh and shouted:

"Come with me quickly, mom, she is in danger!"