Chapter 1 Blue Star 2.0 Update Complete

"Qin Chuan!"

"Qin Chuan, wake up quickly!"

Qin Chuan, who had been sound asleep at his desk, felt a large hand tightly grasping his shoulder and shaking him vigorously, shattering the half-formed dream he was having.

The last bit of clarity made him realize that he was currently in his homeroom teacher's class.

Qin Chuan suddenly sat up, instinctively straightened his posture, opened the textbook he had been using as a pillow to a random page, and pretended to read.

As he had done in similar emergencies in the past, he should first check the position of the homeroom teacher, then confirm the current situation with his deskmate, Xiao Pang, who had woken him up.

But as he stared at the textbook in front of him, Qin Chuan's movements suddenly froze.

Why couldn't he recognize any of the characters in the book?

Oh, the book was upside down.

No, that's not the problem!

"Blue Star 2.0 update completed, new Dream World portal added, players over one year old can enter Dream World through sleep, portal opening time from 0:00 to 8:00 daily."

"Portal opening time ended, Dream World timeline paused, will resume normal after next portal opening time."

"Players who die in Dream World will automatically be ejected, next entry into Dream World will reset and appear at a random spawn point."

"Next Blue Star update time: in 2 days."

Texts had appeared before his eyes, overlapping with the text in the textbook in his field of vision, but as he shifted his gaze, the textbook's text moved while these did not.

These texts seemed eerily projected directly onto his retina.

"You see it too, right?" Xiao Pang shook Qin Chuan's shoulder vigorously, interrupting his thoughts, his expression mixed with excitement and fear, "Those texts."

"Do you see them too?" Qin Chuan couldn't help but turn to look at Xiao Pang, the text overlapping with Xiao Pang's acne-covered face.

"Everyone in the class saw them!" Xiao Pang whispered, then paused, "Do you think what it says is true?"

Qin Chuan didn't have time to answer Xiao Pang's latter question, having already swept his gaze across the classroom, stacked with high textbooks that blocked the view, upon hearing the first part.

He then belatedly realized that the homeroom teacher was no longer in the classroom, the classroom was in chaos, the students panic-stricken and noisy.

The sudden appearance of the text and the vast amount of information it contained had a significant impact on the inexperienced high school seniors.

"I feel like my time to rise has come!" Xiao Pang trembled all over, but his expression was extremely excited, "This Dream World must be related to transcendent powers, maybe it's another form of Spiritual Energy recovery."

"Read fewer novels," Qin Chuan glanced at Xiao Pang, carefully rereading the texts that appeared before him, trying to extract every key piece of information.

The term "update" is commonly seen in games or applications, appearing here gave Qin Chuan an ominously thoughtful feeling, but the content that followed was more important.

The core of all content was "Dream World."

According to the text, as long as you sleep between midnight and eight o'clock, you would enter this world.

Once eight o'clock struck, Dream World would pause, waiting for the next entry time to continue, and those who had entered Dream World would presumably return to reality, right?

If you died in Dream World, you would return to reality, capable of re-entering, but it would reset, appearing at a random spawn point...

This was indeed good news, at least it wouldn't affect reality.

While Qin Chuan was pondering this, hurried footsteps approached from outside, and soon a figure rushed into the classroom.

The homeroom teacher, who had left the classroom earlier, had returned.

"Everyone, quiet down," he shouted, then quickly turned on the classroom's multimedia equipment, connected to the internet and logged onto the official website, opening a live broadcast.

Soon, a familiar presenter's voice came through.

"We interrupt with urgent news."

"For unknown reasons, abnormal texts have appeared in the line of sight of humans worldwide, in different languages and time zones depending on the country, but all the texts have the same meaning and absolute times, this condition has not been found in other species."

"The government has established an emergency affairs committee to fully investigate this matter."

"Currently, apart from affecting vision, no other negative effects on people have been found. Residents are asked to remain calm and contact their local police station at the first sign of any abnormalities."

The broadcast cut off abruptly there, and the homeroom teacher tapped on the blackboard, "You've all seen the news, don't panic, try to pretend those words don't exist."

"Due to the unexpected situation, school is canceled for today, and there will be no morning reading tomorrow."

"Everyone go home quickly, and be careful on the road."

After saying that, he hurried out of the classroom.

The temporary cancellation of classes due to the upcoming college entrance exams also alleviated some of the students' panic.

The classroom filled with the rustling sound of packing up backpacks as students quickly left the room in small groups to go home.

At that moment, uncertain and anxious, they just wanted to reunite with their families as soon as possible.

"I understand why today is a holiday," Xiao Pang scratched his head, his face filled with surprise, "but why cancel tomorrow's morning reading?"

"Because morning reading starts at 7:30," Qin Chuan quickly packed his bag without looking up, "the Dream World portal isn't closed yet."

The next moment, he walked out of the classroom carrying his backpack, leaving a bewildered Xiao Pang behind.

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"Can these words disappear?"

Leaning back against the headboard, Qin Chuan casually flicked at the air in front of him, just as he had tried countless times before, his hand passing directly through the text without causing any disturbance.

A day had passed, and he had somewhat gotten used to the existence of these texts.

He had read and reread the content of the texts countless times, now knowing it by heart.

Glancing at his small, shabby rented room, where he lived alone, Qin Chuan silently put down a recently gathered fantasy novel about the recovery of Spiritual Energy.

It was quite interesting the first time.

Looking at the thoroughly darkened sky outside the window, Qin Chuan murmured, "It's getting late, time to sleep," then turned off the bedside lamp.

The rented room plunged into darkness.

As Qin Chuan drifted off to sleep, the old but precise clock on the wall methodically moved its hands until the hour, minute, and second hands all pointed to "12".

A faint light flashed in the dark rented room.

It seemed like nothing had changed, yet it seemed like everything had changed.