Wizard: I have an inventory

Ryan stood in the center of the dilapidated camp, looking at a group of excited survivors.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and the air twisted instantly.

Ryan's low voice echoed in the void, with a hint of irresistible power, "Now, I will get your real answer."

"Which world are you from?" Ryan's voice was low and full of oppression.

Their voices were low and slow, controlled by some invisible force.

"We... come from Green Star." One of them finally spoke, "It's a world without magic. We were just ordinary humans until we were swallowed by the dream world... We..."

"Green Star?" Ryan's heart moved, and he frowned slightly. He was not familiar with this name, but for a low-level world without magic, it was nothing special from other similar worlds. Ryan's doubts rose again.

He stretched out his hand to signal them to continue.

"Yes," another person said hoarsely, "there were no magic and supernatural powers in our original world. We could only survive by relying on technology and strength.

But the disaster came too suddenly. The dream world swallowed up the Green Star, and our civilization was almost destroyed.

In order to stay awake in the dream world, we must regularly inject the cerebrospinal fluid of the dream worm, otherwise we will be assimilated into the dream world and lose ourselves."

They thought that other camps might have developed better ways to resist the erosion of dreams, so they were more enthusiastic about Ryan.

Ryan listened to their answers, and his thoughts surged in his heart. He looked at the body structure of these survivors again, and his fine magic perception allowed him to easily detect the strange changes in their bodies.

The infected parts of the body have undergone malignant changes.

Ryan raised his eyebrows slightly and made a decision in an instant.

He took out a bottle of advanced healing potion from his space ring and gently dripped it into the mouth of one of them.

The moment the potion entered the body, the survivor seemed to be in some pain and his body began to tremble violently, but soon, the potion's healing effect began to show, his complexion gradually recovered, and his injuries healed quickly.

Ryan spoke again and asked, "Tell me, where is the location of the other large camp?"

"In the north... a large camp."

Ryan did not stay for long, waved his hand and pointed, deepening the power of the illusion.

The illusion twisted, and the survivor's body began to blur. The last ray of pressure he felt was Ryan's departing back.

In an instant, all the illusions dissipated, and everything around returned to normal.

Everyone in the camp forgot Ryan's existence.

Ryan flew in the deep night sky, and the flapping of his blood wings brought a storm. His eyes were sharp, and he keenly captured the weak fluctuations in the north, as if an unknown force was surging slightly in the darkness.

His eyes were fixed on the unknown place, and his heart silently calculated the distance and direction. This was the location of the large camp he had inferred based on the clues of the previous survivors.

Ryan knew that he had to be careful, not only to find the target quickly, but also to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

He summoned dense blood bats, and blood-red clouds enveloped Ryan. The blood bats buzzed, scattered like a rain of arrows, and flew away.

Ryan's perception was magnified by the blood bats, and hundreds of red eyes scanned all directions. Finally, under the cover of a huge rock, he found the target.

He jumped lightly and turned into a blood light and flew over.

The moment he entered the camp, Ryan's eyes quickly swept over. Hundreds of camp members were busy, some were setting up tents, some were studying maps, and some were guarding the surrounding passages.

The whole camp seemed a bit messy, but full of vitality. Ryan keenly captured that almost everyone's eyes were full of enthusiasm, even if they were wrapped in only rotten animal skins and leaves.

He didn't waste any words and directly launched the illusion. With Ryan's low spell, the surrounding air solidified instantly, the light was distorted, and all the camp members fell into a deep illusion.

However, Ryan was not completely satisfied. His eyes passed through the blurred illusion and suddenly stopped on an elderly man.

The old man had a straight back and wore a shabby but neat robe, which made him look particularly different. His eyes were extremely calm, as if he was not affected by any illusion, and he remained alert, with a sharp light in his eyes.

Ryan's heart moved. This person was obviously not an ordinary person. His mental power was strong, and he seemed to have an extraordinary resistance to illusions.

"Interesting." Ryan murmured in a low voice, and he slightly increased the strength of the illusion.

"Quick, I want to wake up and continue to protect the Rock Turtle Tribe..." The old man muttered to himself, his hands trembling slightly, as if he realized that he was about to fall into an unknown predicament.

A hint of coldness flashed in Ryan's eyes, and he did not hesitate to increase the power of the illusion.

In an instant, the scene of the entire camp was like a broken mirror, with cracks spreading rapidly, and all the scenes and characters began to overlap until they were completely integrated into the illusion.

The expression on the old man's face also began to blur, and the cold light in his eyes gradually disappeared, like an eroded stone sculpture.

"You can't escape either." Ryan said softly, his voice without a trace of emotion.

The old man's body gradually bent, and his knees seemed unable to support him, until finally he fell to the ground and fell into Ryan's exquisite illusion.

Ryan withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. He knew that in this illusion, these people would never be able to escape and all the secrets would be exposed.

Ryan stood beside the old man with a deep look in his eyes. The old man in the illusion was pale, and it was obvious that he could no longer resist Ryan's illusion.

His breathing was rapid and his forehead was full of sweat, but under Ryan's suppression, he still managed to stay awake.

Ryan bent down slightly, looked down at the old man, and said coldly: "Your world has also been swallowed by dreams, tell me everything."

The old man coughed a few times, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but soon, he seemed to realize that under Ryan's control, he had no hope of escape. His eyes lost some luster, and he began to tell his story slowly:

"We have no name in the world. The Rock Turtle Tribe...is all we rely on." The old man's voice was a little hoarse, "We were a tribe that lived in symbiosis with nature, and we have guarded a special creature for generations - the rock turtle.

They are the patron saints of our tribe, large enough to even be our home.

Each rock turtle can carry our population. They are patient, tenacious, and almost invincible."

Ryan stared at the old man, and his heart was slightly shaken. Rock turtle? A behemoth that can be used to carry the tribe? Does this tribe have some kind of powerful contract?

The old man continued: "Our erosion with the dream world was not conspicuous at the beginning. At first, it was just a terrible nightmare that invaded our dreams and distorted our perception of the world.

We failed to react in time, and we didn't realize the seriousness of the matter until the dream began to erode our bodies and minds."

He paused, as if recalling those painful days, with endless regret in his eyes. "

In order to fight against the erosion of dreams, our people have paid a great price. Those who are corrupted by dreams will become empty shells without souls."

Ryan's eyes gradually became cold, and he understood how these people survived under the erosion of dreams. He looked at the old man thoughtfully: "How do you stay awake?"

The old man endured the pain and continued: "At first, we regularly injected the cerebrospinal fluid of dream worms. This fluid can temporarily keep our brains awake and avoid the erosion of dreams.

It provides us with some weak resistance, but it also makes us weaker and weaker, almost hopeless."

Ryan was not surprised by this situation after hearing this. Under the powerful oppression of the dream world, many creatures have to find strange ways to resist this erosion.

Injecting the cerebrospinal fluid of dream worms is just a pathetic means of connecting oneself with a part of the dream world.