Dreambuilding for All: My Dream Realm Is a Little Too Real

[Urban High Martial Arts] [Decisive and Ruthless] [One Female Lead] [Army Summoning] [Play the Pig to Eat the Tiger]

At eighteen, Lu Zhao awakened and was judged to possess the most useless F-rank "Empty Dream Physique." In his dream, there was only a gray wasteland no bigger than a palm, incapable of nurturing even a single dream-dweller. He was immediately reassigned and expelled.

No one knew that deep in his gray mist stood a blank boundary stele.

Other people spent one night in a dream and gained two days' worth of cultivation. One night in the outside world meant a month in Lu Zhao's dream realm. Others were punished by heaven for imagining things into existence, but he recorded all things as templates: old locust trees became forests, armored soldiers formed ranks, and cities rose from the ground.

The fourth Nightmare Tide tore open the sky, and billions of nightmares surged toward the city walls, leaving all the awakened in dire straits.

Lu Zhao opened his eyes. Beyond the boundary stele, spears stretched like a forest. An armored woman commander sat astride her horse, holding her spear at the ready. "Realm Lord, one million of the dream realm's people await your command. We request permission to fight."