Swallowing the Stars: Starting with the Giant of Light

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The screenwriter got excited when he saw what the writer Lian had written, and even gathered a group of people to watch it.

The story is not complicated, but it gives people a sense of immersion, and every detail makes it feel like they have actually experienced it.

Faced with everyone's compliments, Lian, the writer who had always been overlooked, felt extremely satisfied and a smug smile appeared on her face.

Afterwards, the writer Lian couldn't wait to return to his rented room, wanting to finish his paid work as soon as possible, because if he didn't have any income, he would starve to death.

Boom!

As soon as writer Lian returned home, two community workers came to knock on her door.

"Excuse me, did you have any dreams last night?" the staff member asked.

"Dream?"

The writer, Lian, shook her head blankly. "I fell asleep quickly yesterday and didn't have any dreams."

"That's good!"

The staff member nodded, recorded the writer Lian's information, and then politely left.

"What on earth was that? Almost half the city had the same dream."

"Could it be..."

The two staff members were talking to each other, their voices tinged with a hint of fear.

The writer, Lian, vaguely heard the conversation between the two staff members. She sat silently in her familiar chair, her slender body trembling slightly.

Looking at the paper on the table, writer Lian wanted to write something several times, but she couldn't bring herself to put pen to paper.

I wrote a couple of sentences, but I couldn't even stand looking at them myself, so I tore the paper up and threw it in the corner of the room.

"Damn it!"

The writer, Lian, gripped her pen tightly, her eyes gradually becoming hazy. Then, she slumped her head onto the table and fell asleep again.

Boom!

The giant caterpillar recklessly destroyed the surrounding buildings, causing countless sparks to fly.

Large numbers of residents ran frantically from their homes, their faces filled with terror, fearing that if they were even a little slow, they would be hit by flying shards of stone.

The enormous caterpillar is over sixty meters long, resembling a monster, and its casual movements can trigger a series of earthquakes and the collapse of tall buildings.

Especially since it was nighttime, many residents were in a state of semi-consciousness, and many had only just woken up when the high-rise building collapsed, but it was too late.

shhhhhh!

Finally, the fighter jets arrived in the sky. The entire street had been reduced to ruins. Faced with such a tragic situation, the fighter jets could no longer hold back and launched an attack on the city.

With a deafening roar, missiles were launched, and with each explosion, the surface of the giant caterpillar burst open, spewing out pools of strange liquid.

However, just as the caterpillar was injured, it mysteriously stopped moving, its body surface lit up, and it transformed into a silkworm pupa.

call!

The writer, Lian, straightened up and, after taking a nap, felt better than ever before.

However, the writer Lian was soon attracted by the commotion outside the rented room. She opened the window and saw a large crowd walking in fear on the street. Many of them couldn't help but show their exhaustion and fear on their faces.

"What happened?" A bad feeling rose in the writer Lian's heart, and she hurriedly opened the news.

"According to the latest results, Monster Dream has covered the xxx region..." the announcer said with a serious expression.

The target population is simply too broad; there's no way to suppress it.

Meanwhile, the crowd outside the window began to spread rumors about the end of the world and the destruction of the world.

"Gulu!"

The writer, Lian, couldn't help but swallow hard, and rushed to the company with her newly written script.

Even if the world were to end at any moment, work cannot stop.

Compared to the enthusiasm last time, the editors all wore silent expressions this time. Although they were somewhat surprised by the author Lian's work, they no longer had the same enthusiasm as yesterday.

Clearly, these people had the same dream.

After receiving unclear feedback, writer Lian walked down the street with a blank expression, holding a file folder.

Unable to get feedback from her own work, writer Lian didn't know what else she could do and could only wander aimlessly on the street.

However, compared to the originally bustling street, the street has now become chaotic, with various noises, conflicts and insults rising and falling, and even Lian was bumped a few times.

Although we haven't fully entered the apocalyptic state yet, there is indeed a sense of foreboding.

The writer, Lian, who was too lazy to deal with these things, returned to her rented room with a frustrated expression.

"pupa!"

The writer, Lian, had an unpredictable expression. From egg to caterpillar, then to pupa, the next step is complete metamorphosis.

Lian looked at the script in his hand, wanting to write an ending for it, but every time he picked up his pen, he couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation, which made him unable to put pen to paper.

"Damn it!"

The writer, Lian, could hardly contain her agitation and, unusually, started drinking.

As she downed bottle after bottle of beer, the writer Lian drifted off to sleep once more.

boom!

It was the same familiar feeling. The writer, Lian, felt as if she had transformed into a silkworm pupa, with something inside her constantly throbbing.

"coming!"

Meanwhile, seemingly well-prepared armies dispatched fighter jets, and various countries were watching this closely.

Half the world's population was also drawn into this dream.

Rumble…

As the sound of missiles being launched rang out, one sophisticated missile after another hurtled towards the silkworm pupa.

However, compared to the last time, the silkworm pupa seems to have crossed into a new dimension.

The powerful missile struck the silkworm pupa, but aside from the flash of light from the explosion, it had no effect whatsoever.

The next moment, the bomber took off, determined to drop the advanced nuclear weapon.

As for the city where the silkworm pupae were located, faced with this world-ending crisis, it could only be abandoned, and it might not even die.

A mushroom cloud, characteristic of nuclear weapons, rose, and amidst the fierce flames, a mysterious voice rang out.

Then, an incredibly beautiful butterfly, like a phoenix, soared into the sky amidst the flames.

The butterfly is very beautiful, its fluttering wings carrying a shimmering glow that is captivating.

"Continue the attack!"

As missiles launch one after another, the more beautiful the butterfly is, the more terrifying the life in the dream is at this moment.

It was as if what stood before them was not a monster, but the Grim Reaper reaping lives.

Rumble!

Missiles loaded with nuclear weapons flew toward the butterfly, but they exploded before they even got close.

The fierce flames mixed with a shimmering light, illuminating almost the entire sky.

The countries on the ground have tried every means possible, but they cannot harm this butterfly in the slightest.

As time passed, dawn broke...

"Hooah!"

The writer Lian woke up from her sleep, still holding a wine bottle in her hand, with a faint smell of alcohol on her breath.

Then, the writer Lian rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat back down in his writing chair. Just as he was about to write something, he was drawn back to the even louder noise from the outside world.

"Look outside!"

"Look outside!"

Startled, the writer Ren put down her pen, opened the curtain covering the window, and then her whole body stiffened.

Above his city, a beautiful butterfly was fluttering gracefully.

"Gulu!"

The writer, Lian, couldn't help but swallow hard, her whole body filled with panic: "Is this still a dream?"

call out!

Just then, a missile flew by, but incredibly, it passed right through the butterfly and hit the other side of the street.

boom!

The actual missile explosion rang out, directly causing cracks to appear in the glass in front of the writer, Lian.

“The things in my dream have really appeared.” The writer Lian opened her mouth, speechless for a moment.

However, something even more terrifying happened to Lian: the papers on his desk began to display text without any apparent manipulation.

"What the hell is that thing?"

Even if Lian was foolish, he understood that something bad had definitely happened to him, and the butterflies outside must be related to his dream.

However, no one paid any attention to him, and the words on the paper continued to be written.

Snapped!

Soon, the sound of a pencil tapping on the table rang out, and the words on the paper stopped appearing.

Lian picked up the paper and saw that the "script" he had written was also finished, but a punctuation mark was missing at the very end.

"Do I have a choice?"

Lian, her face pale, tremblingly picked up the pencil on the table and drew a circle at the end of the script.

The next moment, a butterfly flew out of the paper and appeared in reality.

Chapter 865 Dream Walker