After figuring out the nature of this place, Wen Wen knew exactly how to destroy this dream.
All he had to do was make it impossible for this dream to remain as Dilia’s personal hell.
So, he wanted Dilia to personally destroy the "environmental purity" of this place!
After observing for a long while, waiting until the surrounding natives were at their fewest, Wen Wen opened his eyes.
The only thing binding him was a straw rope around his neck—enough to restrain a weak girl like Dilia, but utterly useless against Wen Wen.
He was still wearing his containment officer uniform, and hidden in the collar was a sharp razor blade. Wen Wen retrieved it and easily cut through both his and Dilia’s ropes.
Of course, this immediately drew the attention of the natives. Several of them rushed toward Wen Wen with weapons in hand.
Grabbing Dilia’s arm, Wen Wen pulled her along as he sprinted deep into the forest.
Two natives blocked their path. A cold glint flashed in Wen Wen’s eyes as he slashed one’s throat with the razor in his left hand. With his right, he delivered a sharp upward strike to the other’s nose, driving the nasal bone straight into the brain—killing him instantly.
Earlier, Wen Wen had been captured only because he didn’t understand the situation here, not because he was actually helpless against their blow darts.
The two of them weaved swiftly through the forest, quickly shaking off their pursuers.
The natives’ obsession with environmental protection made their pursuit laughably inefficient. As long as Wen Wen chose paths that damaged vegetation, they couldn’t follow.
After running for a while and confirming they wouldn’t be caught anytime soon, Wen Wen pulled out a wooden stick, a dry log, and some sun-brittle grass.
He had picked these up while escaping. Now, he was going to use them to start a fire by friction.
Even before becoming a superhuman, Wen Wen had undergone specialized wilderness survival training. Starting a fire was child’s play for him.
In this dream world, fire didn’t exist—because to the natives, the act of burning was itself environmental pollution.
Wen Wen was certain that creating fire would shake the very foundation of this dream.
Using the razor, he carved the stick and log into the right shapes, placing them over a nest of dry grass. Then, with his hands on the stick, he began rapidly rubbing it back and forth.
Soon, smoke rose from the log, and the friction-generated dust sparked. When the time was right, Wen Wen lifted the log and stick, gently blowing on the dry grass beneath. Thick smoke billowed before flames finally erupted.
His technique looked simple, but replicating it would be difficult for most people—at the very least, they couldn’t match Wen Wen’s speed.
Next, Wen Wen took two more sticks and used the razor to scrape resin from nearby trees, coating the tips with pungent tree oil.
Lighting one stick, he handed it to Dilia.
*"Now, it’s your turn to perform."*
*"My… performance? What should I do?"* Dilia stared at him blankly.
Wen Wen grinned like a devil. *"You must hate environmentalism to your core right now. Follow your heart—do whatever you want."*
Dilia fell silent for over ten seconds. Then, she walked up to the tree Wen Wen had scraped for resin and pressed the torch against it.
As flames engulfed the tree, a "pure" smile spread across her face—her first genuine smile in over a year of being trapped in this nightmare.
Holding the torch, she began wandering through the forest, setting fire to everything in sight. This was her catharsis, her rebellion against the hellish life she’d endured.
Watching her back, Wen Wen rubbed his nose. *If I really rescue her, am I unleashing an "Environmental Destruction Demon King" upon the world?*
This girl had a tendency to fixate on extremes. Who knew what she might do once freed?
*"Got it! I’ll send her to a nice mental hospital. What a philanthropist I am."*
Dilia had no idea what Wen Wen was thinking—and wouldn’t have cared even if she did. Right now, she was lost in the ecstasy of destruction.
The natives, still busy repairing the vegetation damaged during Wen Wen’s escape, froze in shock at the sight of flames and smoke.
As NPCs of this dream, fire was the most terrifying concept in their existence. They had no idea how to react.
After a chaotic ten minutes, all the natives suddenly stopped. As one, they turned toward the fire, raised their weapons, and charged.
A higher consciousness had taken control of their minds. Their orders were clear: kill Dilia first, then extinguish the flames before she could resurrect.
But between them and Dilia stood a man with a sinister grin—one who knew this forest better than they did.
Even without supernatural abilities, Wen Wen could defeat a martial arts master bare-handed. Coupled with his utterly inhuman combat experience, fighting these natives was as easy as an adult man beating up a kindergarten class.
After dealing with all the small fry, Wen Wen paused, staring at a muscular man over two meters tall with granite-like muscles—a fighter roughly one-and-a-half times a martial arts master’s level.
At his current strength, Wen Wen would need to put in some effort to take this guy down. The difficulty was about on par with an adult man fighting a kindergarten teacher…
Wen Wen clasped his fists in a mock salute.
*"I am Wen Wen of Lugang. I shall now attempt to cut through your center line."*
The brute was stunned. *Center line?*
Did that mean this guy was aiming for his joints?
Heh. Good luck trying—
*THWACK!*
Wen Wen’s foot slammed straight into the man’s groin. Since the native only wore leaves, the kick landed with full force.
The brute crumpled to his knees, eyes wide with disbelief, before Wen Wen pummeled his nose with a dozen punches, knocking him out cold.
*"I told you I was attacking your center line, and you still didn’t guard it? Are all you natives this overconfident?"*
To Wen Wen, the "center line" wasn’t the joints—it was the literal center of the human body… aka a man’s weakest point.
With all pursuers dealt with, Wen Wen happily watched Dilia’s performance. The forest burned steadily, with only a handful of birds and beasts fleeing in panic.
These animals existed solely to enforce Dilia’s "environmental" suffering, so their numbers were sparse.
As the flames spread, the dream world grew increasingly unstable. Dilia’s expression twisted into something monstrous—eerily similar to Wen Wen’s own grin. It was the kind of face that could scare a timid person into fainting.