I Use Illusions to Control the Whole World - Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: The Illness of Limitless Mental Power Growth

After getting out of bed, Su Mu sat at his desk. Crimson blood dripped from his nostrils onto the clean white pages of his notebook. The splattered patterns had an oddly beautiful aesthetic.

His cheeks were flushed with a sickly red hue, and the intense headache made his body tremble involuntarily—yet he was smiling, as if he had found some amusing prey.

He picked up his pen and quickly scribbled in the blood-stained notebook:

“Seven days! I have only seven days left to live!

The 368th time I’ve awakened from a dream, and my mental power has once again increased. Just as I previously guessed, every time I dream, my mental power grows.

This growth isn’t a fixed +1, +1, +1… It’s a percentage increase!

Exactly how much mental power increases with each dream can’t be quantified with data. I currently don’t have a standard for measuring mental power values, but based on my estimates, the increase should be about one percent.”

He paused, then added one final line to conclude his thoughts:

“Summary of Dream Hypothesis Point 4:

Dreams have the ability to restore and enhance mental power. Even if all mental power is depleted while awake, a single dream can fully restore it—and even increase the total amount by one percent! (This increase occurs regardless of whether mental power is consumed or not.)”

He stopped writing and flipped through his earlier dream hypothesis notes.

Point 1: As long as I fall asleep, I will dream. After waking, the total amount of mental power always increases. This can only be prevented by staying awake.

Point 2: Activities in dreams that consume energy and stir emotions—like reading and studying, experiencing fear, indulging in pleasure, or destroying the dream world—can effectively deplete mental power.

Point 3: The body is a container; mental power is the water. Once mental power exceeds what the body can hold, severe physical damage occurs. Symptoms include headaches, tinnitus, nosebleeds, weakness in limbs, muscle atrophy, etc.

Snap!

Su Mu shut the notebook. He had a clear understanding of his current condition—in simple terms, he was sick. He had contracted a strange illness that caused his mental power to grow infinitely. His body could no longer bear it, and he had only seven days left to live.

The cure was simple in theory: strengthen the body so it could handle the growing mental power. But the problem was, with his current state, conventional methods of exercise were useless. It was like forcing a critically ill patient to perform intense workouts—it wouldn’t help; it would only hasten death.

Right now, his only option was to burn a massive amount of mental power each day to ease the burden on his body.

To put it in simple terms: his body was like a bladder, and mental power was like urine. Every day, Su Mu’s bladder was on the verge of bursting. In that state, even walking was difficult. Only by relieving the pressure—expelling the urine—could he return to normal. But after a night’s sleep, the bladder would be full again, with even more than before.

This explained why he sought out twelve beautiful women in his dreams, studied books, and blew up the dream world—he was essentially… relieving himself of mental power.

Now, after waking again, his mental power was full—and had grown even stronger.

Feeling the splitting pain in his head, Su Mu slumped over his desk. His chest heaved violently, and cold sweat soaked his forehead.

At the same time, a sleek and luxurious black sedan came to a stop in front of the old apartment building.

Pedestrians turned their heads at the sight of the car. In District Thirteen, such high-end vehicles were rarely seen.

But once the people inside stepped out, the onlookers quickly changed expressions and averted their eyes, not daring to look again.

Two burly men in black suits stepped out. Coiled around their necks were tattoos of black vipers. They scanned the area with cold, predatory eyes, making the surrounding pedestrians instinctively look away.

The aura of brutality around them was undeniable. Calling them fierce as devils wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

However, what truly frightened the onlookers wasn’t just their intimidating presence—but the black viper tattoos on their necks. Everyone in District Thirteen knew exactly what those tattoos meant.

The Viper Gang.

The most notorious gang in District Thirteen. Known for being ruthless and cruel. Anyone targeted by the Viper Gang rarely lived to see the next day.

The two gang members ignored the fearful stares around them. They pulled a wheelchair out of the car and strode into the dilapidated apartment building.

Only after they disappeared from sight did the pedestrians dare to breathe again, whispering in hushed tones.

“Why would the Viper Gang come here?”

“Someone must’ve borrowed loan shark money—they’ve come to collect,” someone said in fear. “Did you see that wheelchair? They’re probably here to break someone’s legs.”

“Foolish… no matter how desperate you are, you should never borrow from the Viper Gang. That’s asking to die.”

“Maybe they really had no other choice. Times are tough now… sigh.”

“Let’s go. Watching the Viper Gang in action isn’t something we can afford. You don’t want to get splashed with blood.”

The crowd scattered in all directions, hurrying away from the scene.

Moments later, Su Mu’s apartment door opened. The two black-suited men, pushing the wheelchair, stepped boldly inside.

Their sharp eyes scanned the room, eventually locking onto Su Mu’s bedroom. The door was ajar. The two exchanged glances, then headed straight in.

Su Mu, his headache slightly eased, turned around at the sound. Standing at the doorway were two menacing figures, like fierce temple guardians.

“Boss!”

The two black-suited men shouted fanatically.

Su Mu frowned slightly. “How many times have I told you? Don’t use gang lingo. Address me by title.”

The two immediately panicked and quickly corrected themselves. “Yes, Chief!”

Only then did Su Mu nod with satisfaction. He picked up a pair of amber-tinted glasses from the desk and put them on. His deep, mysterious eyes became partly hidden behind the lenses, adding another layer of mystique to his vampire-like appearance.

Then this mysterious nobleman tried to stand—but just halfway up, a wave of dizziness hit him, and he collapsed back onto the chair.

The two black-suited men stood still like statues.

With no expression, Su Mu said, “Help me up.”

At his command, the two men hurried over and gently lifted him into the wheelchair.

Moments later, Su Mu sat in the wheelchair, and the two black-suited men carried him into the car.