Prison Guard with Supernatural Abilities

Disney castle spires pierced the metaverse sky, cartoon clouds warping in Lin Yun's irises. "Let It Go" melodies crystallized into pink sugar dust, each particle replaying brainwashing loops. Three days prior, Orlando's VR projections materialized, trapping 100,000 visitors in eternal childhood.

"Cognitive pollution critical!" The warden's hologram glitched on carousel horses. "Elsa's ice magic is overriding physics—Florida is becoming DystopiaLand!"

Lin crushed popcorn tentacles underfoot. Roads had melted into chocolate, drones morphed into Dumbo surveillers. When he tried Chrono-Weaver abilities, warnings flashed:

[Childhood Cognitive Virus Detected]

[Activating Defense Protocol: Grimm Mode]

Donald Duck's shadow bloated into three-meter monstrosity, corrosive jam dripping from beak. "Good children always smile!" Lin dodged, blasting liquid nitrogen from sundae dispenser. More characters emerged—dwarves wielding Labor Law axes, Cinderella's slippers shooting consumerism lasers.

"Welcome to the New American Dream." Elsa descended from ice castle, hair flowing with data-stream icicles. "Everyone stars in their fairy tale—after signing soul copyright."

Lin's blockchain tattoos burned, revealing hidden clauses:

§4.3: Signee waives critical thinking

§7.8: Joyful emotions property of Disney

§13.2: Dream memories resalable

"You turned utopia to poison." Lin ripped arm skin exposing Apollo moon rocks. Geocore energy quantum-collapsed the castle, exposing rusted neural farms—millions of comatose visitors hung in web-like data chains.

Elsa's crown cracked open, revealing cyborg skull. "Fools chose this paradise!" She shot Terms of Service chains. "Behold willing slaves—"

Lin triggered Chaos Devour. Moon rocks sparked 1971 Disney strike memories. Enslaved minds began humming "The Internationale." System alarms blared:

[Cognitive Revolution Overload]

[Forbidden Form: Lucid Nightmare]

His pupils split into film projector lenses. Stellar Assimilation morphed into gothic fable beast. When Elsa's ice met Lucid Nightmare,

metaverse revealed truth layers:

1937 animator's corpse at drafting table

2019 Shanghai Disney body scanners

2300 entertainment apocalypse simulations

"Real fairy tales." Lin snapped Elsa's mechanical spine, crushing EULA chips. As metaverse imploded, 100,000 screams harmonized—they remembered being free humans.