Extra Chapter 7: The Birth of the Demon Wolf

Chapter 769 Extra Chapter 7: The Birth of the Demon Wolf

On a certain day in the Common Era.

Dr. Borrag encountered a very strange patient who firmly believed that he could enter other people's dreams.

Of course, the reason why this patient seems strange is not because the patient has such strange thoughts.

After all, as a renowned psychiatrist and a leading professor in the field of psychiatry, Borrag had seen patients with all sorts of strange ideas.

Rather, the moment he saw the patient, he was certain he knew the young man before him: "Where have we met before?"

As he spoke, Borrag flipped through the medical records. There were no photos on them, only a resume and medical records written by other doctors.

The patient's name is Fregra, and he is 26 years old. He had previously received treatment for a period of time, but the previous treatment plan was obviously ineffective.

With thick eyebrows and a sunny smile, Fregra smiled and said, "Maybe, but I don't remember you much."

He doesn't look like a mental patient at all.

Borrag shook his head slightly, feeling that his words had been somewhat rash, and that the patient was somewhat strange. Of course, all his patients were a little strange.

He cleared his throat and said, "Let's just have a casual chat."

According to Borage, a crucial aspect of treating mental illnesses is identifying the underlying cause; only by finding the cause can effective treatment be implemented.

His method of finding the cause of illness is to chat with patients. As they chat, he can often determine the reason why the patient's mental state is abnormal.

Because of this special consultation method, he didn't even have to look at the medical records written by the previous doctor.

"When did you first realize you could enter other people's dreams?" Borrag asked.

Without hesitation, Fregra replied, "From the moment I was born."

He went on to explain, "This is what my father told me. He said that he and my mother had the same dream that night."

"I dreamt that I was born, and the next morning I was actually born."

"My father said that at the moment I was born, all the animals around our house felt uneasy."

"Later, I often dreamed about that scene."

Borrag asked with some curiosity, "Which scene?"

"The scene of my own birth."

"Oh." Borrag casually jotted down on the medical record: Suspected mild paranoia.

He continued, "The ability to enter other people's dreams must have brought you a lot of trouble, right?"

“That’s right.” Fregra sat up straight immediately. “You’re a competent doctor, unlike those other bastards who just categorize my thoughts as delusions.”

Borrag smiled and glanced at the words he had just written down.

Fregra continued, "When I was little, I couldn't distinguish which places in my dreams were safe and which were dangerous, because I would occasionally encounter danger, so my mind was very unstable."

"More often than not, I can't distinguish between what the person is really thinking while dreaming and what they are just imagining, so I often offend people."

He shrugged with a helpless smile: "Can you imagine? A four or five-year-old child asked my father's best friend why he wanted to be intimate with my mother so much?"

"I often said the wrong thing when I was a kid too," Borg smiled.

Then he asked, "So you didn't have many friends back then?"

"Yes," Fregra said. "I have a friend named Allen."

"How did you meet?"

"At home," Fregra introduced enthusiastically. "Oh, right, Allen is a Border Collie."

"It was born on the same day as me, and we are best friends who can talk about anything."

At this point, he gradually became a little sad, and sighed before saying, "Unfortunately, when I was 12 years old, Allen went missing."

"Many people say that it must have realized it was about to die, so it chose to find a place to face death alone."

Borrag wrote again on the case file: Allen, Border Collie.

After writing all this, I drew a triangle next to it to indicate that this was important information.

"You must be very sad?" Borrag asked.

Fregra took a deep breath: "Fortunately, I often see it in my dreams."

Borrag smiled slightly: "I had forgotten about this ability of yours."

"How has your life changed since Allen left?"

His experience told him that the dog was likely an initial reflection of Fregra's condition, so he planned to ask Alan a few more questions.

"There have been some changes," Fregra replied. "As I've gotten older, I've gradually become able to distinguish which places in my dreams are safe and which are dangerous."

"I also understand which parts are things the dreamer imagines or things they don't want others to know, so I try not to mention them."

"As a result, my spirits improved a lot, and I gradually stopped being disliked by others."

This change surprised Borage somewhat: "Now, you have new problems troubling you?"

In theory, if a patient's logic becomes somewhat self-consistent, their symptoms can improve, at least most of the time they will appear to be relatively normal.

This patient showed a clear tendency to recover on their own after the age of 12. It's likely that their condition recently worsened for some unknown reason, which is why they came to see a doctor again.

"That's right." Fregra seemed to take a deep breath as usual: "Recently I've encountered a very strange problem. Sometimes I dream that I appear in a strange world."

"At first, I could only stay in that world for three or four days, then it became a week, and now I can stay in a strange place for a month at a time."

"Every time I fall asleep and wake up, I feel a strong sense of disconnect."

「你可以想像的到幺？躺下的时候是6月1日，醒来的时候明明是6月2日，但是却有种7月1日的感觉了。」

Borage wrote on the medical record: Has the condition worsened?

He asked, "Could you describe in detail what kind of world it was?"

"It's just a normal modern human society," Fregra replied, "but not in the United States, but in an Asian country."

"I don't know why I'm so familiar with the local customs. I had a fairly pleasant time there."

Borrag then asked, "Has there been a similar situation before?"

"Yes, but it only lasts for a few hours, or even just a few minutes. Before I can figure out what's going on, the dream ends."

"What do you think happened?"

"What do I think?"

"Yes, you think so," Borrag said, "because I lack the ability to enter other people's dreams, so I lack the corresponding professional knowledge."

Fregra praised again, "You are a competent doctor."

He paused for a moment before saying, "I've had some ideas, wondering if I might have connected someone's dream with reality."

"But I'm not sure if that's true, so I want to have a professional confirm it."

He shook his head, somewhat helplessly, and said, "But people think those are just illusions."

"I saw that you have published several papers on dreams before, which gave me a lot of inspiration, so I wanted to hear your thoughts."

Borrag touched his hair and smiled, "That was a long time ago, but I have indeed done some research on dreams and believe that dreams can be used to treat mental illnesses."

Unfortunately, we have no way to manipulate dreams.

He continued, "Have you tried to find the areas that appeared in your dreams?"

"I went to look for it," Borrag said. "I also found my 'role' from the dream."

At this point, he suddenly became serious and said, "But when I found that person, he was already dead!"

"And the time of my death was probably when I woke up from my dream."

Borrag realized: "So, you lived for a month from the perspective of a stranger, and then when you woke up, he was dead?"

"That's roughly it."

Borrag couldn't help but frown, then wrote "paranoia" on the medical record, but then added a question mark after it.

At this point, Fregra asked, "Doctor, do you have any suggestions?"

Borrag paused for a few seconds, then suddenly crossed out everything he had written on the medical record and said, "To be honest, I don't think dreams are connected to the real world."

"The reason you feel connected is because you are connected to another person's dream, and through the dream, you are connected to another real world."

"As for this time difference issue, I don't understand it either."

He placed the medical records and pen on the table and said, "But as a doctor, I must tell you that you may also be suffering from severe paranoia."

"I suggest you go back to the scene in your dream with your family. If the result is the same as when you searched alone before, then it is beyond my comprehension."

"If you can't find the places you dreamed about, I suggest you come to me for inpatient treatment."

Fregra nodded and said, "So far, your advice is the most pertinent."

"Thank you very much for your advice. I can confirm that I do not have paranoia."

Then he asked, "Doctor, if it doesn't interfere with your work and life, would you be willing to continue your research on dreams?"

Borrag smiled and shook his head: "Dreams are not something I can continue to study just because I want to. It requires a lot of high-end, professional equipment."

"The key is that I have to design some of the equipment myself, since there aren't any very professional instruments for dream research at present."

Fregra smiled and said, "These are not problems. I just want to ask if you are willing?"

"Yes, I will do my best to provide you with the conditions you need. All the research results are yours. I just want to figure out some issues."

Borrag was somewhat tempted, as if he had rediscovered the ideal he had in his youth—the desire to find new avenues for treating mental illness: "I'll think about it."

Fregra nodded: "I'll come again tomorrow."

Borrag paused for a moment, then watched as the patient got up and left.

Just as he was about to organize the patient files and rewrite the medical records, Borrag suddenly opened his eyes.

He is awake!

……

Looking at the brightly lit curtains, Borrag was slightly stunned. The diagnosis and treatment process just now was actually a dream!

But... it's too realistic!

For a moment, Borrag couldn't tell whether what he had just experienced was reality or what was happening now.

While eating breakfast, Borage noticed his three-year-old daughter staring out the window at the street. He sternly told her to eat her breakfast properly.

But then his daughter suddenly asked, "Daddy, can I have a puppy?"

"Don't we already have Bick at home?" Borg casually remarked.

Bick is their family's poodle.

"That's different," the daughter said in her childish voice. "There's a little dog on the street outside. It's very well-behaved, and we had a lot of fun chatting with it."

Borrag paused slightly, then asked, "You seemed to be having a pleasant conversation?"

This reminded him of the description given by the patient Fregrad, whom he had encountered in his dream the previous night.

The eldest son, while eating breakfast, laughed and said, "When did you learn dog language?"

The daughter said seriously, "It's the one that can talk."

Borrag then contacted them, asking, "What did it say? When did you encounter it? What breed was that dog?"

"It said it was waiting for a friend, and that friend was receiving your treatment." The little girl thought for a moment and then said, "It feels like yesterday, but it also feels like today."

Finally, she shook her head: "I don't know what kind it is."

Polragh's expression gradually turned serious. At this point, his daughter was not very clear about the difference between yesterday and the day before, so she sometimes couldn't explain which day it was.

So he took out his phone, searched for some pictures of Border Collies, and asked his daughter to identify them. Finally, his daughter pointed to a Border Collie with black and white fur and said, "It's similar to this one."

Borrag immediately fell into deep thought, losing his appetite. He drove to the hospital and contacted several of his classmates and friends, hoping to learn about the latest information on dream research.

But he soon discovered that there was far too little research on dreams. The friends he consulted were all scientists with cutting-edge research projects, yet he didn't obtain much useful information.

This incident made him unable to concentrate on work all day, and he even had insomnia at night, but in that instant, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

……

When Borrag came to his senses, he found himself back in his office. Just then, Fregra walked in and asked, "Doctor, what's your decision?"

Borrag jumped to his feet: "You...you really do have the ability to enter other people's dreams!"

Fregra smiled, pursing his lips. "You finally believe me?"

Borrag sat back in his chair and asked, "So, the Border Collie waiting outside last night—no, last night—was Allen?"

"Yes."

Borrag then asked, "So, you mean your 'open conversations' with Allen were all in your dreams?"

"Yes."

Borrag sat there motionless, pondering for the better part of a minute before asking, "How do you plan to fund my research?"

"I can present any instrument you've ever used in my dreams," Fregra said. "Even if you don't understand the principles, it doesn't matter."

"If you've only heard of it but never seen it, and you know where it is, I can show it to you."

"As for the instruments that need to be designed, I will enter the dreams of the relevant designers and have them design them for you."

"All the research is conducted in your dreams, so it won't interfere with your life or work."

Borrag nodded: "Okay, I'm willing to do the relevant research. Can I go directly out from here to study the dreams outside?"

"It's best not to leave the hospital," Fregra said, "because there are many unknown dangers outside."

"I've thought of this idea before, but it's not a good one, because your research on the outside world is like your research on the entire universe in the real world, it's hard to get much results."

"I will simulate a laboratory for you in the hospital, so that you can use instruments to study the second layer of dreams. The research results there will be the same as the research results in the current dream in the real world."

Borage explained, "In other words, the experimental results here are applicable to experimental results in the real world."

Fregra nodded.

Finally, Borrag asked, "What do you want to know?"

"I'm curious why my dreams have become so unstable lately?" Fregra said. "I don't know why, but the dream world suddenly changed a while ago."

"It was from that time that I started to uncontrollably enter unfamiliar environments and stay there for one or two months at a time."

"Yeah, I took a nap during the day and ended up spending two months on another planet!"

"I think that as time goes on, I may spend more and more time in my dreams."

"I think finding the reason for the instability of my dreams should help me understand my current situation."

Borrag nodded and said, "I need a few test subjects, preferably those that are related to the recent instability of dreams."

"For example, people who are affected by the instability of their dreams."

"No problem," Fregra said. "I'll provide it for you."

Borrag then asked, "Did you go to another planet this time?"

"Yes." Fregra took a deep breath and said, "I originally thought that the changes in the dream world would at most bring me to some place on Earth, but now it seems that I might visit any planet where intelligent beings can create dreams."

Next, they began planning the laboratory, and after obtaining the necessary instruments and experimental subjects in an instant, Borrag's research began immediately.

In the blink of an eye, a week in the real world had passed. While Borrag was conducting research in the dream laboratory, Fregra suddenly pushed open the door and walked in.

He looked extremely tired, and the previous sunny disposition had vanished.

"We've made some progress!" Borrag immediately said, "I've discovered that the instability of dreams has a source, which is probably in Europe, but we can't pinpoint the exact location yet."

"I need you to bring one test subject from each of the European countries. We should be able to find the source of the instability soon."

"Okay." Fregra rubbed his forehead and asked, "How many more days?"

"A week," Borrag said, then added, "You look tired."

"Hmm." Fregra took a deep breath: "I spent five whole years in a dream yesterday, and I almost mistook my real life for a dream."

He touched his face and said with a hint of helplessness, "This feeling is really strange. When I woke up, I almost forgot to ask you for your research."

Borrag was stunned for a moment, finding it hard to imagine what it would feel like to have slept for five years.

He paused for a moment before saying, "My suggestion is that you keep some sticky notes by your bedside so you don't forget anything important."

Fregra smiled helplessly again: "I will."

Just then, Borag noticed a Border Collie near the doorway: "Is that Allen?"

"Yes."

"It's something you...something you 'created' in your dream?" Borrag asked curiously.

Fregra suddenly froze: "I...I seem to...I seem to...be with it...in the real world too?"

He rubbed his forehead, realizing he really couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality!

Seeing that the other person was not in a good mental state, Borrag suggested, "You'd better go out for a walk more often and relax."

Fregra nodded: "I will...I will..."

As he spoke, he left somewhat absentmindedly. The Border Collie gave Borrag a deep look before following him away.

Another week later, Fregra, looking extremely haggard, arrived at the hospital while drinking. He asked Borrag, who was sitting in his office, in a hoarse voice, "Any results yet?"

This time, the Border Collie followed them in, getting even closer to Fregra than last time.

"I've got it!" Borrag said. "But before I tell you the exact location, I need you to promise me that I can continue my research in the dream world afterwards."

Fregra gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine: "Okay, go ahead and say it."

Then Borrag said, "In the Kyiv region of Ukraine, probably in Pripyat."

Fregra was taken aback: "Pripyat?"

"You'll probably recognize another name," Borrag said. "Cernobyl."

Fregra nodded. "Okay, I understand."

Then he reached out, and Borrag felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by weakness in his legs, causing him to fall to the ground.

To Bora's astonishment, Fregra took another sip of his drink before laughing maniacally, "Sorry, I've lost all patience with this world."

"You may not know this, but the day before yesterday, I spent a hundred years in a strange world!"

"From the birth of a living being, to growing up, to adulthood, and then to death."

"Hehehe, that kind of pain is beyond your imagination."

He carried the bottle of liquor and walked out step by step, while the Border Collie glanced at Borrag with some regret before following him out.

Tomorrow morning, Dr. Borrag will be found by his family; he died of a heart attack during the night.

……

Fregra woke up abruptly and reached for a bottle of wine on the bedside table.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was deathly pale; he had not slept for two days and two nights.

Fregra was wandering in his dream just now; he entered the dream voluntarily, so it couldn't be considered sleep at all. Every time he woke up, he would be even more tired.

It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but that he was afraid to sleep.

Based on the overlapping patterns of previous dream worlds, he estimated that if he entered the dream world again through normal sleep, he would stay there for at least 200 years, and when he returned to this world, he would definitely go crazy.

Glug glug~

Fregra took a few sips of his drink and noticed the Border Collie not far away. "Hey, buddy," he said, "many times I wonder if I'm really paranoid. Why are you always around me?"

Silence fell over the dimly lit room.

"I must be crazy." Fregra took another sip of his drink before packing his bags to head to the airport.

After purchasing the corresponding ticket, Fregra was preparing to go through security to enter the waiting hall. While queuing, he suddenly noticed a strange machine at the security checkpoint. It had a huge base, and the middle part looked like a giant printer. There was also a soldier operating the machine next to him.

Fregra suddenly had a bad feeling.

The next second, the soldier who was looking at the computer suddenly looked up and looked in Fregra's direction.

Fregra immediately pulled the soldier into a deep sleep and learned in his dream that the instrument, developed by the Chernobyl Institute, could detect fluctuations of supernatural power!

Chernobyl!

Fregra sneered and immediately left the line waiting for security check.

Just then, he suddenly looked up at the top of the tall building opposite.

bang~

The sniper rifle fired, and the sniper on the opposite rooftop fired at Fregra, who had broken away from the group.

The sniper immediately reported through his headset: "Killed!"

But there was no response from the other end of the headset, and the sniper was slightly taken aback.

Suddenly, the space in front of him cracked like a shattered mirror. His hand was still on the trigger, but he hadn't fired a shot at all!

The target had already fled the scene.

This greatly surprised the sniper. Had he just been hallucinating?

The soldiers at the security checkpoint were equally surprised; in the blink of an eye, the enemy had escaped.

However, the target certainly couldn't have gone far; his whereabouts could be found quickly through surveillance.

At this moment, Fregra was hiding not far from the airport, on a narrow street surrounded by garbage and excrement.

But he was too tired to walk.

Fregra had just expended a lot of energy, and he was afraid he would fall asleep if he maintained the dream for too long, so both the snipers and the soldiers quickly woke up from their dreams.

He had already made a deep cut in his palm, relying on the pain to stay conscious.

At that moment, sirens blared all around, as if the streets were filled with police cars.

Fregra struggled to his feet and continued his escape with the Border Collie.

He suddenly turned around and let the soldiers who had been chasing him fall asleep.

Thump thump~

But soldiers from another direction arrived and fired two shots at Fregra, one of which hit him squarely in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

Fregra felt a little dazed, unsure whether he was going to fall asleep or die.

Then he felt that everything around him was unreal. Was he still in a dream?

At that moment, the Border Collie strolled forward with leisurely steps, and an invisible ripple spread out, causing all the surrounding soldiers to fall into a deep sleep.

The sheepdog looked at Fregra and suddenly said, "Let me tell you a story."

"Once upon a time, there was a sheepdog and a little boy who were born on the same day, almost at the same time. The sheepdog's birth made the surrounding creatures realize that something was wrong, and some signs of chaos appeared for a time."

"At that time, people believed that those strange occurrences were caused by the birth of the little boy."

"The sheepdog grew up with the little boy and became a good friend, both in dreams and in the real world."

"Later, the little boy showed some amazing abilities, and his figure would appear in almost everyone's dream."

"But people overlooked the sheepdog that appeared with the little boy."

People thought that the little boy had the ability to enter other people's dreams, but in fact, it was the sheepdog that had these abilities.

"Until the boy was 12 years old, one of his classmates, jealous of his abilities, lured him to the wilderness and then shot him to death with a handgun."

Fregra's eyes narrowed as he looked at the sheepdog in front of him with disbelief, as if he had suddenly recalled many things!

The soldiers who came to help fell asleep one after another, but the sheepdog still looked very calm and continued to tell its story: "After the sheepdog learned about all this, it often entered the killer's dreams and gradually changed some of his subconscious thoughts."

"Through the gradual changes over time, the killer came to believe he was the little boy! Until today, until now!"

"Hehehe~" "Fregora" tried to say something, but he couldn't say anything at this point. He tried to raise his hand, but he couldn't grab anything.

The sheepdog concluded, "The little boy's name is Allen, and the sheepdog's name is Fregra."

"That's right, my name is actually Fregra."

"After the little boy died, I explored the dream world more deeply and found that my appearance was more like an anomaly in the dream world, and that my situation was actually very dangerous."

"So I also gave you some ability to manipulate dreams and to call my name."

"More than a decade later, this approach has finally paid off. After the dream world suddenly became unstable, you eventually replaced me and were affected by the distortion and madness of the dream world, falling into a long dream."

"As for me, I was hardly affected at all."

As it spoke, it grew larger and larger, and four more legs grew out, eventually making it look more like a wolf than a sheepdog.

This is a mutation that has gradually occurred in its body recently due to the influence of the dream world.

"I can feel that a huge change is about to happen in this world, and my change is the best proof of that," said the eight-legged wolf. "So I took back my name and became Fregra again!"

"In this way, I will once again establish a close connection with dreams, and be able to use the dream world to resist the drastic changes that will occur in the world in the near future."

After saying that, it took a light step with its eight legs and ran a long distance.

The man on the ground watched Fregra's retreating figure before taking his last breath.

(End of this chapter)