You're Still Not Running in My Dream? Emperor Armor, Combine!

When Lin Yue was sent flying by a truck, he thought he was as good as dead. But when he opened his eyes, a monster’s claw was buried in his chest, and a huge, featureless maw was snapping at him. The good news: he was still alive. The bad news: he had transmigrated to a world where deadly games could randomly begin every day. If you died there, you died in the real world, too. The worse news: he was an ordinary person who wasn’t even an “Awakened.” The worst news: the monster had already sunk its teeth into his face. At death’s door, Lin Yue instinctively reached out A knife appeared out of thin air in his palm. He froze for a second, then sliced the monster’s head off. Staring at the corpse on the ground, then at the knife in his hand, Lin Yue fell into thought. “So... I can make anything appear in my dreams?” Three months later. While Awakened all over the world were still struggling to cultivate their pitiful reserves of mental power, Lin Yue had already pulled out an Emperor Armor Summoner. “Emperor Armor, ” “Transform!” As the S-rank nightmare’s Boss stared at the golden figure before it, there was only one question in its mind, assuming it had one: “Isn’t this damn thing against the rules?” When the final Boss of an SSS-rank nightmare saw the figure before it holding up a Divine Light Stick, it had even more questions: “Why can he turn into a giant of light, too? Who made the rules for this dream? Can somebody do something about this?” Lin Yue stood before the Boss and smiled faintly. “In my dream, you don’t run. You’re this 👍. If I can’t kill you, then I’m 👎.”