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Chapter 885: The Corrupted Cannon Gun
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    When are the new chapters? and I'm not talking about the ones in the comments.
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    (16) Chapter 900: History

    An abandoned old castle outside.

    The “Magician” Lady brought Lumian and waited for a while, then followed the intuition reminder, took a step forward, entered somewhere inside, and stopped at a bright red door.

    Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, this Major Arcana card holder knocked three times continuously.

    After a few seconds, a relaxed voice came from inside:

    “Come in.”

    Following these words, the bright red door slowly opened backward.

    Lumian immediately saw heavy curtains, sunlight struggling to shine through their gaps, bringing floating dust particles to parts of the room.

    Not affected by the sunlight on the other side, a black coffin was quietly displayed, instead of the usual bed.

    Opposite the coffin, close to the sunlight, the desk was piled with letters.

    At this moment, a man in a loose robe was sitting in front of the desk. He had just put down a black fountain pen, folding the letter paper filled with words.

    This man stood up, walked towards the door, facing away from the sunlight.

    Lumian, thanks to the “Demoness” pathway, could clearly see the man's appearance in the darkness:

    Around forty years old, medium build, ancient bronze skin, no beard, black hair, and eyes, with soft facial features and an indescribable melancholy in his eyes, a mole below his right ear that could only be seen upon close inspection...

    “Good afternoon, Mr. Azik.” The “Magician” Lady respectfully greeted this man.

    Lumian followed suit and said something similar. They spoke in ancient Feisak language.

    The middle-aged man called Azik suddenly looked confused, as if he received a large amount of information from his subconscious in the spirit world.

    He nodded gently and said softly:

    “Thank you for your help so I could wake up early, and my soul has received a certain degree of healing.”

    “It’s mainly this young friend who contributed.” The “Magician” Lady pointed to Lumian beside her.

    She then introduced to Lumian:

    “This is Mr. Azik. Ings, the fourth son of ‘Death,’ a former ruler of the Balam Empire.”

    The son of ‘Death,’ a former ruler of the Balam Empire... Lumian suddenly recalled parts of the “Fool” Church Holy Scriptures:

    “The Angel of Death has been with my Lord the longest, being the ruler of the Underworld...”

    Could this person be the “Angel of Death” next to the Fool? Lumian greeted him again.

    “A ‘Demoness.’” Azik glanced at Lumian and nodded gently, “You carry the aura of the source of the River Styx.”

    The “Angel of Death” connected to the river on the other side of the two worlds is the source of the River Styx? Lumian was startled:

    “That is the seal of the ‘Mystic.’”

    “Mystic...” Azik muttered softly, seemingly unfamiliar with this entity.

    The “Magician” Lady smiled and changed the topic:

    “Mr. Azik, we came to visit you today mainly to inquire about some matters.”

    Azik looked at the hallway outside the door:

    “Let’s take a walk in the old fortress, talking as we go. This place holds significant memories of a period of my life.”

    “Alright.” The “Magician” Lady made way.

    Lumian and she followed behind the suspected “Angel of Death” Mr. Azik, through the hallway, along the stairs, step by step upward.

    Along the way, the old wall-mounted lamps lit up one by one, burning with dim and cold white flames.

    Lumian saw some paintings hanging on both sides of the hallway, some featuring Azik himself, but with more lifelike expressions, even a smile at the corner of his mouth, and some of a beautiful lady teasing wild deer with a few children.

    Azik’s gaze slowly swept over these paintings, occasionally stopping, waiting for a long while before saying to the “Magician” Lady and Lumian:

    “What do you want to ask?”

    The “Magician” Lady, wearing a dark purple wizard’s robe today, asked directly:

    “Mr. Azik, do you know why the ‘Primordial Demoness’ sought your father, the fourth ‘Death,’ for cooperation after the ‘War of the Four Emperors’? Did you notice any problems with the ‘Primordial Demoness’?”

    Hearing this question, Lumian was first surprised, then realized:

    Right, this person experienced the events at the end of the fourth era firsthand, who else to ask if not him?

    He is indeed an ancient Angel who has lived for over a thousand years...

    The “Magician” Lady should be similar, but my intuition tells me she is still very young...

    Azik recalled for a few seconds and said:

    “The ‘War of the Four Emperors’ ended more than a hundred years before the start of the ‘White Calamity.’ The ‘Primordial Demoness’ came in the middle period. We don’t know the specifics of her exchanges with my father. I only know that she declared to us that she wanted to avenge the ‘Blood Emperor,’ to make all seven gods of the Northern Continent fall, and to bring the sealed divine corpse of the ‘Blood Emperor’ from underground Trier to the surface.”

    “Is this true love? Two against seven, both wanting to avenge the ‘Blood Emperor.’

    “No, if the ‘Primordial Demoness’ had achieved her goal back then, it would mean the special world in the mirror would no longer be sealed, revealing all its problems. But now, the Demoness Sect seems to have no such intentions, even planning to nail the coffin tighter, preventing those ‘Mirror People’ from achieving their goals...”

    "Also, giving 'Blood Emperor' the final blow was not really 'Black or Night Emperors', but that 'Death God', right? 'Red Priest' unique attribute also fell into the hands of 'Death God', and there is also 'Lady of the Spring Samaritan' in the underground Trier..." Lumian was deeply puzzled but did not interrupt Mr. Azik's lecture.

    Azik said:

    "Without a doubt, the 'Primordial Demoness' is the most enchanting female in this world. Every creature that sees Her will inevitably be captivated by Her, including me, my siblings, and even the undead creatures of the Underworld. Even our father could not completely escape being attracted to some extent."

    "The undead creatures are also attracted by the 'Primordial Demoness'? This is beyond the concept and authority of charm..." The 'Magician' lady remarked. "Did your father, the fourth 'Death God', ultimately decide to forcibly accommodate the unique attribute of 'Red Priest' because he was captivated by the 'Primordial Demoness'?"

    While reading the '0-01' Sealed Document, Lumian had some understanding of the connection between the 'Death God' and the unique attribute of the 'Red Priest', but it was the first time he clearly touched upon the essence of the matter.

    He thought of Azik's slight shake of the head and said, "The 'Primordial Demoness's' incitement was one of the reasons, but I feel it wasn't the main one. Otherwise, my father wouldn't have done that after several decades."

    The 'Magician' lady hummed and repeated the previous question:

    "Did you notice anything unusual about the 'Primordial Demoness'?"

    Azik passed through a painting, gently gliding his finger over it:

    "Every time I encountered the 'Primordial Demoness', I was enchanted, so how could I notice any problems with Her existence?

    "If there really was something abnormal, it would be that there were a few times when Her enchantment was slightly weaker than usual. That must be because She was deliberately restraining Her charm."

    As a 'Demoness', Lumian knew that the natural charm of a 'Demoness' and the deliberate restraint of it would indeed present two different states, but after the incident with the fake 'Black Demoness', he suspected there might be another possibility.

    The 'Magician' lady thought for a moment and changed the subject:

    "Mr. Azik, do you know about the Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace's corpse deep in the Underworld?"

    Azik tilted his head to look at the two ladies:

    "My father felt that destroying the Ancient God's corpse was too wasteful. He believed it could still be of greater use, such as helping my father better and more completely control the Underworld, or giving the 'Death God' stronger power.

    "The extraordinary beings of the Death domain will never reject a powerful corpse that can be controlled."

    Before the 'Magician' lady could ask further, Mr. Azik added:

    "My father also mentioned that the Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace's corpse hides some secrets."

    "Secrets?" The 'Magician' lady asked curiously. Azik took a step forward and said:

    "He didn't tell me the specific situation, only that the event where the 'Ancient Sun God' killed the Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace at the end of the second epoch was fake. Well, to be more precise, the process was correct, but the result was wrong. The Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace was only seriously injured by the 'Ancient Sun God' and did not die on the spot. It fled to the southern continent and went into hiding."

    "Right, if the 'Ancient Sun God' had truly killed the Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace, that divine corpse would very unlikely be obtained by the 'Death God' and appear in the Underworld, unless it was arranged by Him," the 'Magician' lady agreed.

    Azik continued:

    "Similarly, the Giant King Aurmir didn't die on the spot either. It's suspected that he escaped, transferring his power to his eldest son before his death, who later became the 'God of War', Badheil."

    What does this have to do with Omebella? Hmm, the two Ancient Gods who weren't killed on the spot by the 'Ancient Sun God' seem to be related to Omebella, one whose corpse laid eggs and was incubating Omebella, and the other who was Omebella's husband... Lumian glanced at the 'Magician' lady and, after getting her approval, asked:

    "Mr. Azik, what is the connection between the Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace and the Omebella?"

    Azik shook his head:

    "I was born in the fourth epoch, and my knowledge of the second epoch's history comes from what my father occasionally mentioned."

    At this point, he smiled and said to Lumian: "Speaking of which, I should give you a reward."

    As he gently lifted his right hand, a large amount of white bones erupted from the ground, forming a giant skeleton.

    That skeleton respectfully handed a bright, shiny Ruen gold coin to Mr. Azik.

    Azik took the coin and handed it to Lumian:

    "Is it okay to use this as a reward?"

    "Thank you." Lumian sincerely thanked him, accepting the gold coin imbued with the aura of 'The Fool'.
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      AnomanderRake
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      Bro...

      You're a gem.
      You deserve a place by The Fool side.

      Peak Chapter!
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      Godric
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      Thx bro
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      Kiber
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      ГОСПОДИН АЗИК ВЕРНУЛСЯ ЕЕЕЕЕ joy

      Сегодня будет 901 или завтра? wet
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        Максим Довбняк
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        901-902 tomorrow
        Two chapters a day: the first at about 9-10 am, the second at 2-3 pm
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          astront1553
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          welldone Good! thanks for posting the chapters!
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      Tимофей Кыркелан
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      Adam intended to create a LoTM out of Amon. With His help, the various strange states of Omebella would serve as a good foundation to deal with MGoD.
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      TempestUknow
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      the final blow was not really 'Minh Hoàng', but that 'Death God', right?
      is that a missed translation
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        Максим Довбняк
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        A difficult question, who does this mean:

        "Minh Hoàng" can be translated to English as "Bright Emperor" or "Brilliant Emperor." It is often used as a name, where "Minh" means "bright" or "intelligent," and "Hoàng" means "emperor" or "king."

        It seems to me that this is a translation problem on the Vietnamese site, I’ve been seeing this a lot lately (for example, Omebella was Opera xd)) I think they mean either the Black Emperor or the Night Emperor
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    Tимофей Кыркелан
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    A pure female demoness will hear the will of the Primordial. The Primordial Demoness is afraid of Him. Klein will wake up before Jenna gets ready to become Series 3. She will be able to cross the three paths of the River of Eternal Darkness.
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      Kiber
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      Хм, никогда не задумывался об Этой проблеме с изначальным, reader
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    (15) Chapter 899: Hunting in the Dream
    Lumian saw the shadow of that female bear and immediately relied on his intuition to identify it as the Tapir of the Black Dream.

    He promptly drew the "Sword of Courage" and, under the red moonlight of the dreamscape, leapt from the cliff's summit. The cloak and hood he wore flipped upward, revealing his long black hair and exquisite, deep blue eyes.

    Boom!

    A dazzling flash of green flames pinned the silhouette of the wild bear to the ground, blasting it into pieces.

    The fragments of the shadow swiftly reassembled in the distance, taking the form of a vein-like structure.

    This was not a true dreamscape; most damage could not affect the body directly, nor could it cause death. At most, it could harm the spirit, turning someone into a vegetable!

    The bear-like Tapir of the Black Dream turned towards Lumian and let out a low growl.

    With this growl, the scene around Lumian changed. The primeval forest at the bottom of the cliff transformed into a meadow under a blue sky and white clouds, near the village of Cordu.

    Lumian returned to the old tavern, where a bottle of absinthe, shimmering with dreamlike green hues, was displayed in front of him. The tavern was filled with familiar faces: Guillaume and Pierre.

    They were exchanging crude jokes and cursing the villagers from other settlements.

    The familiar scent of alcohol hit Lumian's nose. Through the window of the old tavern, he saw Aurore's house. She, in a light blue dress, with heavy blonde hair, sat on the roof, hugging her knees, and gazing at the sky.

    One of the Tapir of the Black Dream's abilities was to trap its target in a nostalgic, beautiful scene by absorbing joy and happiness.

    Seeing Lumian stand motionless with the huge black sword, the Tapir of the Black Dream rushed towards him, aiming to consume all his positive emotions.

    Just then, it sensed something burning behind it and instinctively turned around.

    It saw another Lumian, with invisible flames of fury burning in his eyes and a sword engulfed in black flames.

    The Lumian who had been immersed in the nostalgic Cordu scene quickly disappeared, leaving only a mirror.

    Lumian raised the burning "Sword of Courage" and sliced the Tapir of the Black Dream into two.

    Knowing that the life in Cordu could never be restored, his longing for its beauty intensified his rage and inner pain.

    In a small explosion, the suppressed and rampant black flames clung to the pieces of the Tapir of the Black Dream, continuously burning them until they became much paler.

    The Tapir's shadow reformed dozens of meters away, but it was significantly weaker. Lumian's "Flame of Destruction" had truly hurt the part of its consciousness connected to this dreamscape.

    The eyes of the spiritual creature filled with fear. It stood upright, its pupils turning blood-red.

    It attempted to use the dreamscape to transform into the scariest figure imaginable to frighten its opponent and create an opportunity to escape back to the spiritual realm.

    In an instant, the Tapir's body expanded to an abnormal size, exuding extreme madness, cruelty, bloodthirst, and arrogance.

    It also created nearly invisible flames.

    A second later, the Tapir of the Black Dream let out a scream of extreme fear and pain.

    It was being burned by its own invisible flames, overwhelmed by the terrifying aura it had mimicked, almost losing itself.

    Seeing this, Lumian was momentarily stunned, then he smirked and said:

    "Do you think you can mimic the image that scares me the most?"

    "The Blood Emperor? Do you think you can imitate him?"

    Mimicking a True God means facing inevitable backlash!

    The Tapir of the Black Dream rolled in pain within the dream, unable to extinguish the invisible flames burning it.

    It struggled to escape the dreamscape, and Lumian didn't stop it. Instead, he activated the black mark on his right shoulder and followed it to the spiritual realm.

    The owner of the dreamscape, Kaiweier, saw the girl who bore the red moon kill the bear-like shadowy monster twice, igniting it completely, and his fear gradually diminished.

    He gazed blankly at her elegant and clean profile, at her slightly upturned light red lips, at her beautiful face so different from the massive sword she wielded, feeling as if he were dreaming.

    No, this truly was a dream.

    Lumian chased the Tapir to a location in the spiritual realm, where its real body was already burning intensely. Its painful cries caused the surrounding strange creatures to flee.

    Lumian calmly watched, flicking the binding flames and the raging black flames onto the Tapir, causing it to burn further.

    In just a few seconds, the spiritual creature was almost entirely consumed, turning into dark powder.

    Lumian opened his palm to catch the powder.

    In a rented apartment in the L’Observatoire district, Ludwig, dressed in formal children's clothing with a small bow, poured nearly 100 ml of Lanti Proof into a glass, adding the Tapir's powder, lemon juice, ice cubes, and a type of sugar liquor.

    The glass now held a golden liquid with intertwined green and black hues, looking quite appealing.

    "Wow, this makes me want to drink," Franca exclaimed with anticipation.

    She sat close to Lumian, while Jenna was on his other side.

    Ludwig suddenly grabbed the glass of "cocktail" and hid it behind him.

    He firmly said, "Only two people can drink this!"

    "You and Anthony should drink it," Lumian decided.

    Franca was disappointed, while Ludwig was delighted. He took the glass, poured half the "cocktail," and handed it to Anthony:

    "This mix is called 'Dream Color.' It takes effect one minute after drinking."

    Anthony adjusted his state and drank the "Dream Color."

    It was both bitter and sweet, both fiery and soft, burning his throat, mouth, and stomach, yet bringing a mesmerizing feeling.

    This is indeed a dream scene.

    While waiting for the "Dream Color" to take effect, Anthony coordinated the potion.

    Taking advantage of the opportunity, Franca said to Lumian and Jenna:

    "The Emperor's Party leader is a man called Louis. He claims to have Gustave family blood and is a descendant of Emperor Roselle.

    "According to Nicea's intelligence, the core members of the Emperor's Party felt that on that day, right after the vortex event, Louis Gustave became somewhat strange, more mysterious, and more dignified.

    "He secretly plans something that only a few of his confidants in the entire Emperor's Party know about.

    "Nicea has shown a desire for self-expression and revenge on society, voluntarily asking to contact one of Louis Gustave's confidants. I plan to invite 007 over there to cooperate a bit, to create an opportunity for her. . ."

    Louis in Trier is a common name, just like Pierre, Guillaume, and others.

    Lumian gently nodded, not yet saying anything when Anthony had already finished coordinating the potion, drinking the dark liquid with grayish-white light.

    The taste of the "Dream Walker" is similar to the "Dream Color", complex and chaotic, containing many things.

    Lumian and the others didn't continue to speak, focusing on Anthony to guard against any unexpected events.

    They saw their teammate's face sometimes showing gray-white scales, sometimes becoming bloodless, as if his soul had left his body, his eyes empty and spiritless, having lost his consciousness.

    After a while, Anthony's eyes first became dark, then brightened with light.

    "Success." Anthony rarely showed emotion and said, "That feeling of looking down at the world, looking down at everyone in the dream is truly mesmerizing. I almost didn't want to wake up."

    After expressing his feelings, he restrained his emotions and briefly spoke about the abilities brought by the "Dream Walker" potion:

    "I can visually see the appearance of the spiritual world, see the collective subconscious sea, and guide the target step by step to reveal their innermost secrets through the transformation of the dream scene...

    "I can also borrow the ability to 'repair' the dream scene, subtly influencing the target to do something they originally wouldn't, which is equivalent to a more gentle, more hidden, and less easily detected form of high-level hypnosis, but it takes a relatively long time to complete. . . .

    "I can now directly enter the dream scene, hide within the dream, and can jump from one dream to another, but the distance between the two dreams cannot exceed five hundred meters. . . . .

    "A type of usage that takes advantage of the environment and distance constraints for transmission." Lumian simply evaluated.

    Anthony lightly nodded:

    "It's called dream transference, and for me, it consumes very little spirituality."

    Lumian smiled, stood up, and said:

    "Now, every member of our team is on the top 5 list."

    A few days later, Anthony regularly went to work at the "Green Clinic."

    By noon, the nurse brought in a patient.

    It was Kaiweier, a young man aspiring to politics, currently serving the National Workers' Union as a staff member.

    "Dr. Reid, I've been much better lately, I haven't had any nightmares for a few days." Kaiweier said joyfully to Anthony.

    He still trusted Anthony very much, as this psychologist had indeed improved his situation before.

    "This is your own victory, you've overcome that phase." Anthony didn't overly congratulate him.

    Kaiweier touched a golden sun pendant, hesitated for a moment, and said:

    "My situation improved four days ago. That night, I had another nightmare, and in the dream, a girl descended under the giant Red Moon and saved me.

    "She was the most beautiful and elegant girl I've ever seen, but my memory of that dream scene is becoming increasingly vague. Mr. Reid, can you think of a way for me to remember her forever, not to forget her? Or, let me draw her? Maybe there's a beautiful girl like her in reality. . . ."

    Anthony looked at Kaiweier, considering:

    "I'm very sorry, I cannot help you with this. Becoming obsessed with the dream scene will lead you to another extreme. As your psychologist, I cannot push you towards the Abyss. I must tell you, that is an illusion you cannot touch."

    Kaiweier was silent for a while, then sighed in disappointment:

    "Alright."

    Khu l’Observatoire, left side of the street.

    Alone in his room at the inn, Lumian stood by the window, contemplating recent events:

    "The Blue Boat's avenger's treasure. But 'The Hanged Man' only agreed to let me explore once. . .

    "Go to Bansy Port to find the possible problematic place, using candles made from corpse oil. ."

    As Lumian thought of this, he instinctively leaned slightly, seeing the "Magician" lady appear with starlight.

    This Major Arcana holder smiled and said:

    "Your reward should be available today, let me take you to a place."
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      In a rented apartment in the L’Observatoire district, Lumian, dressed in formal children's clothing with a small bow, poured nearly 100 ml of Lanti Proof into a glass, adding the Tapir's powder, lemon juice, ice cubes, and a type of sugar liquor.


      I think it's Ludwig, not Lumian
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        Максим Довбняк
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        Thanks, fixed it.
        Strange translation failure by GPT chat, but quite funny)
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    (14) Chapter 898: Choosing "Cooking Ingredients"
    Dressed in formal children's attire, Ludwig looked at the freshly cleaned "Altar" and regretfully licked his lips:

    "If we had caught that human-headed bird earlier, we could have stewed it with the fat duck. This might have given us the ability to control our fear in dreams and possibly wake up from them through fear.

    "Moreover..."

    The seven or eight-year-old boy began listing on his fingers step by step:

    "Grilling the gray-spotted beast dry can prevent getting lost in most dreams for seven days.

    "Black Dream Tapir, a creature from the Spiritual Realm, feeds on human emotions of joy, happiness, delight, and desires in dreams. Drinking wine made from its leftover dust can prevent one from being enchanted by beautiful dreams and unwilling to wake up. Moreover, every time you drink that wine, you can distinguish between reality and dreams for the next ten days.

    "The King of Nightmares, a Celestial-level creature ruling the Four Snake Planets of the Y star system, grants permanent dream clarity when you eat its liver."

    Ludwig spoke more hungrily as he went on, and couldn't help but ask his now female godmother for some biscuits to fill his stomach.

    After he finished reminiscing about those ingredients, Anthony thoughtfully said:

    "Maybe, I encountered a Black Dream Tapir."

    Seeing Lumian looking at him, Anthony elaborated:

    "Some time ago, I met a patient in my clinic who had three consecutive nightmares. He was mentally exhausted, emotionally numb, and extremely pessimistic.

    "I tried regular psychological therapy and even used extraordinary abilities like hypnosis to solve the problem, but they only kept him from having nightmares for two or three days before reverting to the original state.

    "I couldn't figure out why it failed before, but now I suspect he was targeted by a Black Dream Tapir."

    "Psychological clinic?" Lumian nodded and casually asked.

    Anthony explained briefly:

    "To join the ‘Psychology Alchemists' I need to fully integrate into the circle of psychologists. I've now officially become a practicing psychotherapist."

    Lumian responded with a thoughtful hum:

    "The higher the rank of the new members, the less likely they are to be trusted by mysterious organizations. Ranks 9 to 7 are manageable within the scope of wilderness extraordinaries and achievable by ordinary people. Rank 6 is difficult, and Rank 5 involves rituals. Pure wilderness extraordinaries rarely reach this level. Aren't you worried that becoming a 'Dreamwalker' now will affect your future chances of joining the ‘Psychology Alchemists'?"

    Anthony smiled calmly:

    "I got the 'Dreamwalker' potion formula and corresponding materials from a member of the ‘Psychology Alchemists' funded mainly by the 'Lady of Justice.'"

    "Oh, I see..." Lumian then asked Ludwig, "What level of power does the Black Dream Tapir have?"

    "Strong with weak divinity, roughly equivalent to Rank 7," Ludwig answered with anticipation.

    "Going to the Spiritual Realm to find the human-headed bird or the Black Dream Tapir isn't something we can do unless we enlist the help of the 'Sorceress' or the 'Holy Angel' who oversees the Spiritual Realm," Lumian told Anthony. "Do you have a way to let me enter that patient's dream? I want to confirm if it's a Black Dream Tapir and see if there's a chance to capture it."

    "I bought two dream-entering charms from the 'Psychology Alchemists' and the 'Lady Justice' also gave me one," Anthony replied honestly.

    Lumian smiled, pulling up his cloak to cover his face:

    "Then tonight, we'll pay a 'visit' to that patient."

    Suppressing the disappointment brought by Lumian's covered beautiful face, Anthony nodded gently and followed Ludwig and Lumian, heading towards the ground.

    After walking dozens of meters, Ludwig glanced at Lumian and said:

    "Mother..."

    He naturally felt that if the godmother had turned female, he should change the address.

    Mother... Lumian's heart skipped a beat, and he sternly said:

    "You'd better call me godmother."

    "Yes, godmother." Ludwig obediently replied, "I've had a bad feeling recently."

    "A bad feeling?" Lumian pondered and asked, "Is it related to yourself or all of us?"

    "Just me," Ludwig answered honestly.

    Lumian nodded lightly and smiled:

    "I probably know what it is. It's not a big problem, just endure it, and it will pass.

    "When the time comes, you'll have a chance to collect different parts of the body of the half-god who blessed you."

    Ludwig's eyes immediately brightened, forgetting his bad premonition:

    "Alright, godmother!"

    ***
    In the La Maison d'Opéra district, on Black Hat Street, in a room with curtains drawn.

    Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Nicea admired herself:

    With a fair and clean face, naturally wavy brown hair draped over her shoulders, deep brown eyes with a touch of clarity, red glossy lips slightly parted, revealing rows of white teeth, a curvy figure of moderate height, just right...

    This is an attractive young lady.

    Nicea looked at herself passionately, her right hand falling on her rosy lips, then slowly moving downwards, heading towards her bosom.

    She didn't expect that the "Demoness" would bestow her extraordinary powers through such a method. When she indulged and reveled in the abilities brought by the "Assassin" potion, committing many crimes, her fate was already sealed.

    She was forced to drink the "Demoness" potion, becoming a woman. This sharply contrasted with her over twenty years of identifying as male, causing a fierce internal conflict.

    She now seemed to be split into two people: one angry, suffering, wanting to take revenge on those "Demonesses" and the world; the other filled with irresistible charm, unable to find flaws in her body, and unlike her past self, delighting in conquering and loving her current self, even wanting to drink more potent potions to become even more perfect and charming.

    Suddenly, Nicea, guided by her instinct, lowered her hand from her chest, quickly turned around, and looked towards an armchair near the window.

    Someone was sitting there without her noticing.

    That person had their hands on the armrests, comfortably leaning back in the chair. The long, dark brown hair tied in a ponytail was vaguely visible, and the eyebrows under the sunlight brought out a heroic beauty, seemingly piercing into the hearts of those who saw her. The clear eyes, deep with emotions and thoughts, made one want to explore them with all their passion.

    Her straight and elegant nose, rosy lips, smooth, slender neck, and the blouse with lace flowers that accentuated her figure, made Nicea suddenly feel an urge to submit and kiss the back of her hand.

    "So beautiful... Just as beautiful as the previous 'Demonesses' I've seen, but with a different aura, more attractive and detailed." Nicea greedily gazed at the beauty in front of her, without questioning who she was, nor preparing for any defensive actions.

    This was the newly promoted "Demoness"... Sitting on the armchair, Franca silently shook her head.

    Since Nicea admired her reflection in the mirror, Franca had already infiltrated the room, but Nicea was so captivated by her beauty that she didn't notice at all, almost performing an overly provocative act.

    In the past, when Franca drank the "Demoness" potion, she too was amazed by her own beauty, feeling that this was exactly the woman she had always dreamed of. Fortunately, her personality was very bright and cheerful, and being a transmigrator who had already changed bodies once, she didn't reject her current female form, considering it as someone else. So she was only somewhat narcissistic, not to the point of truly loving her female self.

    After joining the Tarot Society and getting to know Jenna and Lumian, Franca's issues in this regard faded even more. However, she thought, with such beauty, how could she not appreciate herself?

    Despite sitting while Nicea stood, Franca still smiled with a condescending attitude:

    "I don't know if the 'Black Demoness' told you, but for a long period from now on, you will be under my command."

    "Ms. Clarisse mentioned you, you are Ms. Franca?" Nicea's eyes were still roaming over Franca's body, wanting to tear off her clothes and beg for her favor, but she glanced at her own chest and felt a wave of sorrow.

    She currently didn't have that ability...

    "Your vigilance is not high enough. If I were an enemy, you would have died many times over." Franca's red lips parted as she spoke, "The mirror substitute is very important, but you cannot completely rely on it."

    Nicea's heart jumped in shock, followed by a cold sweat all over her body:

    "Yes, Ms. Franca."

    Franca revealed a slight smile, causing Nicea's eyes to brighten:

    "Give me the core members' information of the Emperor's Party." Nicea unconsciously nodded:

    "Alright."

    She quickly walked towards the safe inside the room.

    ***

    In the administrative area, Olivo Street.

    Kaiweier, wearing cotton pajamas, held a glass of red wine, sitting by the bed, reluctant to lie down and sleep for a long time.

    He knew it would be another long period of torment and endless pain.

    Eventually, he couldn't resist his tiredness and sleepiness, drinking the glass of red wine before falling asleep.

    In a muddled dream, Kaiweier ran in fear, nearly collapsing, with a giant monster chasing him.

    Ahead was a slope; he couldn't stop in time and fell straight down.

    If it were a normal dream, Kaiweier would have either woken up from the fall or switched scenes, but not this time. He crashed to the ground, experiencing indescribable pain as he saw his body shattered, scattered everywhere.

    He let out a sharp, agonized scream.

    At this moment, a bear-like figure emerged from the darkness, licking up the scattered brains, which left Kaiweier stunned and in even greater pain and fear.

    Suddenly, he saw a red moon in the sky, and a slender figure with a huge black sword descended from the heavens.

    The figure's hood flipped up, revealing long black hair illuminated by the red moonlight, like a dream, as if it pierced into the moon itself.
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    (13) Chapter 897: "Black Demoness" Peculiarities

    Lumian didn't completely rely on his intuition. After meticulously searching the area behind the mirror, he found nothing.

    "Could this be the 'Black Demoness' 'Person in the Mirror'?" Franca asked skeptically.

    "The 'Black Demoness' 'Person in the Mirror' shouldn't be this weak," Lumian shook his head.

    The two attempted to use "Magic Mirror Divination" but didn't get any useful hints.

    "Do you want to try asking the most accurate divination result?" Franca hesitantly suggested, unable to hide her concern and reluctance.

    Lumian thought for a moment and said, "Let's consult with madam 'Magician' when we get back and see what they think of this option."

    Perhaps madam 'Magician' could learn from the spirit world what exactly the deceased 'Black Demoness' was.

    Franca breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at the mirror's exit with some fear, "Just now, the 'Black Demoness' being immune to the petrifying gaze was terrifying. It was right in front of her, but she acted as if she couldn't see it, at least pretend a bit!"

    Even knowing my reason wouldn't convince you, didn't I still perform until the end?

    Lumian pondered for a while and said, "Maybe she really didn't notice."

    "You... you are even better at telling scary stories than I am!" Franca shivered.

    "Maybe the 'Black Demoness's' death resulted in the real 'Black Demoness' having a deficiency in senses or intuition, unable to detect the corresponding signs in a short time," Lumian speculated.

    Franca thoughtfully nodded, "In other words, the 'Black Demoness' you killed is a part of the real 'Black Demoness', separated for some unknown reason?"

    "If we could master all the mystical knowledge related to the 'Unaging Demoness', we might get the answer to this question," Lumian agreed.

    "Not necessarily," Franca countered as her thoughts leapt, "Maybe this isn't a characteristic of the 'Unaging Demoness', but of the 'Black Demoness' herself. Didn't you say her status and role in the Demoness sect didn't quite match?"

    "That's a possibility," Lumian agreed with Franca's theory. "Regardless, whether it's you, me, or Jenna, if we want to go further on the 'Demoness' path, these secrets need to be understood and mastered. That's why we can't bypass the Demoness sect and must interact with them."

    But I want to become a 'Hunter' in the future... Hmm, the list at rank 4 should be the 'Despair Demoness', and at rank 3, we might leave the Demoness sect. However, the 'Immortal Demoness' sounds very appealing – eternal youth, hard to kill, adept at resurrection, practically eternal life... Switching paths at rank 2? But becoming an Angel is incredibly difficult; among the Major Arcana, I only know madam 'Magician'... Franca began to deliberate and struggle internally.

    She glanced at Lumian and suddenly laughed, "I just resisted the 'Black Demoness's' 'Charm'!"

    Her eyebrows and eyes seemed to say, "Praise me quickly."

    Lumian glanced at her, "I remember when I first met you, you were mature, dignified, charismatic, and bold, a reliable sister, and now..."

    "Bah, a reliable brother," Franca instinctively corrected, "Everyone is different with strangers and with those they can entrust their lives to. Can handling daily trivialities be the same as dealing with sudden crises? That would be exhausting."

    She proudly continued, "This is the rank 3 'Unaging Demoness'. Although she didn't directly use 'Charm', just her beauty, high-rank Demoness charisma, and constantly changing aura were enough that few men could refuse her. But I did it!"

    Lumian headed back towards the dark exit, casually remarking, "Being able to refuse is a good thing. Although becoming the 'Black Demoness's' lover could let you enjoy the high-rank Demoness's body and the 'Joy' she brings, it would also make you gradually obsessed, eventually unable to extricate yourself, twisted and depraved, abandoning everything you once valued."

    "Right," Franca replied absentmindedly, scratching her head, "But that's not the point! The point is, do you know why I could refuse the 'Black Demoness's' offer?"

    "Thinking of Jenna at that moment?" Lumian pondered and asked.

    Franca nodded with satisfaction, saying in a tone that suggested only a brother would understand, "Exactly!"

    Lumian didn't ask for details and continued forward, preparing to return to the real world.

    At this moment, Franca suddenly had a flash of inspiration and impulsively added, "And I also thought of you..."

    As soon as she finished, the 'Affliction Demoness' stiffened as if struck by lightning.

    Damn, why did I say that?

    Franca suddenly wanted to find a hole to crawl into, and at the same time, she quickly reviewed her recent state to determine whether it was premeditated or just a spur-of-the-moment impulse.

    Seeing Lumian stop and his expression becoming somewhat complex, Franca finally confirmed that the recent impulse was a hint from her intuition, urging her to act on it and give it a try.

    As Jenna had mentioned before, she wanted Lumian to clearly understand that he was someone who could still be valued, liked, and needed.

    Having said that, Franca decided to continue. She looked at the dazed Lumian and deliberately spoke in a firm tone:

    "I don’t know why I thought of you at that moment. I thought we were just in a purely physical relationship. Maybe it's because you were in the guest bedroom watching."

    This made Lumian unconsciously respond with an "Ah," as if he wanted to refute.

    He didn't say anything similar but instead asked in a slightly lower voice:

    "What were you thinking about me?"

    Damn it, are you really asking? Big brother, who can actually say those things out loud! Franca internally cursed while smiling and evaluating Lumian:

    "For some reason, after you came into contact with Omebella's sealed remains, you seemed to become a bit more attractive. You could even be compared to the top three on the “Black Demoness' list. Hmm, you exude one of their kinds of aura."

    Normally, beauty and attractiveness can't be quantitatively compared, but in the 'Demoness' pathway, they can. Those higher on the list generally possess more feminine charm and are more beautiful, unless the lower-ranked 'Demoness' was already extremely beautiful or had enhanced their looks through other means, such as using 'Wild Rumors' or being exposed to extreme beauty contamination. Lumian met both conditions.

    Before Lumian could respond, Franca deliberately sighed:

    "At that time, I should have remembered someone as charming as you, who can be compared to the 'Black Demoness,' but instead, I oddly thought of the initial you, who always liked to talk tough, like a little brother. Maybe it's because I didn’t want to perform badly in front of a brother."

    After a few seconds, Lumian glanced at Franca:

    "Maybe Jenna and I have also become your anchor points."

    Hey, don't explain it so seriously like it's from a textbook. Franca muttered and then asked:

    "Will the 'Black Demoness' allow me to contact the core members of the Emperor's Party without any hidden dangers?"

    "I thought she would instruct me to handle matters related to the mirror world, uh, the previous tasks of investigating the 'People in the Mirror,' but she didn’t retract them."

    "The Emperor's Party's new scheme might be related to the special mirror world," Lumian said calmly.

    "Ah?" Franca looked confused.

    How is that connected?

    Lumian explained briefly:

    "Did you forget who the leader of the 'People in the Mirror' is?"

    "In the mirror, Emperor Russel... the Emperor's Party... I understand!" Franca suddenly realized.

    She immediately assessed Lumian from head to toe: "Why do I feel like you've become smarter?"

    "This is the result of the 'Demoness' pathway combined with the 'Hunter' pathway." Lumian slightly smiled and said, "Previously, I used to collect clues, study details, and deduce conclusions through 'Plotter' abilities. Now, I first get some inspiration and ideas, then analyze the possibilities using 'Plotter' abilities. This saves a lot of time, just like earlier when the 'Black Demoness' mentioned the Emperor's Party worshipping Emperor Russel and wanting to restore the empire. I naturally associated it with the mirror Emperor Russel and then started to connect both parties."

    "That makes me want to switch pathways..." Franca muttered as she followed Lumian back to the gray-white apartment 702.

    She took out 300 Felkin from the 'Traveler's Backpack' and placed them under a small 'stone.'

    This was compensation for the landlord.

    After finishing this, Franca looked at the mirror with a hint of grayish-white and said in a lost tone:

    "The 'Ice Amulet' and 'Mirror Traverse' abilities are used up, and the 'Black Demoness' hasn't given me another one..."

    "You'll have a new one soon, although it might only be usable five or six times." Lumian casually said.

    "What?" Franca looked at her companion in confusion, "Where will the new amulet come from?"

    Lumian pointed at himself: "From me.

    "Did you forget I'm a 'Desperate Demoness' and can create similar amulets by praying to myself?"

    "Right." Franca was momentarily confused by Lumian's tone and expression earlier.

    Who could resist a beautiful girl saying such things and making such gestures!

    After Lumian opened the door and left, Franca suddenly realized:

    This guy's mood seems a bit better; he can even occasionally answer my questions in a relatively light tone!

    Heh heh... Franca quickly followed, her steps appearing lighter.

    At night, under the ground of Trier, in a certain empty quarry.

    Lumian and Ludwig watched as Anthony successfully summoned a bird-headed entity in the name of 'Mr. Fool,' but couldn't gain its approval to form a contract.

    —This bird-headed entity from the Spirit World is part of the promotion ritual for 'Dream Walker,' ranked 5 on the 'Visionary' pathway.

    "If you summoned it through normal means, I could force it to form a contract with you." Lumian casually said as he saw Anthony dispel the 'Wall of Spirituality' and step out.

    But now it was summoned in the name of 'Mr. Fool,' so both parties were in a peaceful state for communication.

    Anthony nodded lightly:

    "Normally, I wouldn't be able to summon it. It wouldn't respond.

    "I plan to pray to 'Mr. Fool' again next month, hoping to get His Angel's protection. This is another method provided by 'Lady Justice,' but such prayers should be made after a considerable interval."

    "Next month... In a few days, we should enter 'Mr. Fool's' dream. Having a 'Dream Walker' would be much better..." Lumian's eyes flickered as he looked at Ludwig beside him, "Is there any ingredient that can help Anthony stay awake in the dream? Even if it's just for a short time."

    Chapter 897: "Black Demoness" Peculiarities (End of the Month Ticket)

    Lumian didn't completely rely on his intuition. After meticulously searching the area behind the mirror, he found nothing.

    "Could this be the 'Black Demoness' 'Person in the Mirror'?" Franca asked skeptically.

    "The 'Black Demoness' 'Person in the Mirror' shouldn't be this weak," Lumian shook his head.

    The two attempted to use "Magic Mirror Divination" but didn't get any useful hints.

    "Do you want to try asking the most accurate divination result?" Franca hesitantly suggested, unable to hide her concern and reluctance.

    Lumian thought for a moment and said, "Let's consult with madam 'Magician' when we get back and see what they think of this option."

    Perhaps madam 'Magician' could learn from the spirit world what exactly the deceased 'Black Demoness' was.

    Franca breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at the mirror's exit with some fear, "Just now, the 'Black Demoness' being immune to the petrifying gaze was terrifying. It was right in front of her, but she acted as if she couldn't see it, at least pretend a bit!"

    Even knowing my reason wouldn't convince you, didn't I still perform until the end?

    Lumian pondered for a while and said, "Maybe she really didn't notice."

    "You... you are even better at telling scary stories than I am!" Franca shivered.

    "Maybe the 'Black Demoness's' death resulted in the real 'Black Demoness' having a deficiency in senses or intuition, unable to detect the corresponding signs in a short time," Lumian speculated.

    Franca thoughtfully nodded, "In other words, the 'Black Demoness' you killed is a part of the real 'Black Demoness', separated for some unknown reason?"

    "If we could master all the mystical knowledge related to the 'Unaging Demoness', we might get the answer to this question," Lumian agreed.

    "Not necessarily," Franca countered as her thoughts leapt, "Maybe this isn't a characteristic of the 'Unaging Demoness', but of the 'Black Demoness' herself. Didn't you say her status and role in the Demoness sect didn't quite match?"

    "That's a possibility," Lumian agreed with Franca's theory. "Regardless, whether it's you, me, or Jenna, if we want to go further on the 'Demoness' path, these secrets need to be understood and mastered. That's why we can't bypass the Demoness sect and must interact with them."

    But I want to become a 'Hunter' in the future... Hmm, the list at rank 4 should be the 'Despair Demoness', and at rank 3, we might leave the Demoness sect. However, the 'Immortal Demoness' sounds very appealing – eternal youth, hard to kill, adept at resurrection, practically eternal life... Switching paths at rank 2? But becoming an Angel is incredibly difficult; among the Major Arcana, I only know madam 'Magician'... Franca began to deliberate and struggle internally.

    She glanced at Lumian and suddenly laughed, "I just resisted the 'Black Demoness's' 'Charm'!"

    Her eyebrows and eyes seemed to say, "Praise me quickly."

    Lumian glanced at her, "I remember when I first met you, you were mature, dignified, charismatic, and bold, a reliable sister, and now..."

    "Bah, a reliable brother," Franca instinctively corrected, "Everyone is different with strangers and with those they can entrust their lives to. Can handling daily trivialities be the same as dealing with sudden crises? That would be exhausting."

    She proudly continued, "This is the rank 3 'Unaging Demoness'. Although she didn't directly use 'Charm', just her beauty, high-rank Demoness charisma, and constantly changing aura were enough that few men could refuse her. But I did it!"

    Lumian headed back towards the dark exit, casually remarking, "Being able to refuse is a good thing. Although becoming the 'Black Demoness's' lover could let you enjoy the high-rank Demoness's body and the 'Joy' she brings, it would also make you gradually obsessed, eventually unable to extricate yourself, twisted and depraved, abandoning everything you once valued."

    "Right," Franca replied absentmindedly, scratching her head, "But that's not the point! The point is, do you know why I could refuse the 'Black Demoness's' offer?"

    "Thinking of Jenna at that moment?" Lumian pondered and asked.

    Franca nodded with satisfaction, saying in a tone that suggested only a brother would understand, "Exactly!"

    Lumian didn't ask for details and continued forward, preparing to return to the real world.

    At this moment, Franca suddenly had a flash of inspiration and impulsively added, "And I also thought of you..."

    As soon as she finished, the 'Affliction Demoness' stiffened as if struck by lightning.

    Damn, why did I say that?

    Franca suddenly wanted to find a hole to crawl into, and at the same time, she quickly reviewed her recent state to determine whether it was premeditated or just a spur-of-the-moment impulse.

    Seeing Lumian stop and his expression becoming somewhat complex, Franca finally confirmed that the recent impulse was a hint from her intuition, urging her to act on it and give it a try.

    As Jenna had mentioned before, she wanted Lumian to clearly understand that he was someone who could still be valued, liked, and needed.

    Having said that, Franca decided to continue. She looked at the dazed Lumian and deliberately spoke in a firm tone:

    "I don’t know why I thought of you at that moment. I thought we were just in a purely physical relationship. Maybe it's because you were in the guest bedroom watching."

    This made Lumian unconsciously respond with an "Ah," as if he wanted to refute.

    He didn't say anything similar but instead asked in a slightly lower voice:

    "What were you thinking about me?"

    Damn it, are you really asking? Big brother, who can actually say those things out loud! Franca internally cursed while smiling and evaluating Lumian:

    "For some reason, after you came into contact with Omebella's sealed remains, you seemed to become a bit more attractive. You could even be compared to the top three on the “Black Demoness' list. Hmm, you exude one of their kinds of aura."

    Normally, beauty and attractiveness can't be quantitatively compared, but in the 'Demoness' pathway, they can. Those higher on the list generally possess more feminine charm and are more beautiful, unless the lower-ranked 'Demoness' was already extremely beautiful or had enhanced their looks through other means, such as using 'Wild Rumors' or being exposed to extreme beauty contamination. Lumian met both conditions.

    Before Lumian could respond, Franca deliberately sighed:

    "At that time, I should have remembered someone as charming as you, who can be compared to the 'Black Demoness,' but instead, I oddly thought of the initial you, who always liked to talk tough, like a little brother. Maybe it's because I didn’t want to perform badly in front of a brother."

    After a few seconds, Lumian glanced at Franca:

    "Maybe Jenna and I have also become your anchor points."

    Hey, don't explain it so seriously like it's from a textbook. Franca muttered and then asked:

    "Will the 'Black Demoness' allow me to contact the core members of the Emperor's Party without any hidden dangers?"

    "I thought she would instruct me to handle matters related to the mirror world, uh, the previous tasks of investigating the 'People in the Mirror,' but she didn’t retract them."

    "The Emperor's Party's new scheme might be related to the special mirror world," Lumian said calmly.

    "Ah?" Franca looked confused.

    How is that connected?

    Lumian explained briefly:

    "Did you forget who the leader of the 'People in the Mirror' is?"

    "In the mirror, Emperor Russel... the Emperor's Party... I understand!" Franca suddenly realized.

    She immediately assessed Lumian from head to toe: "Why do I feel like you've become smarter?"

    "This is the result of the 'Demoness' pathway combined with the 'Hunter' pathway." Lumian slightly smiled and said, "Previously, I used to collect clues, study details, and deduce conclusions through 'Plotter' abilities. Now, I first get some inspiration and ideas, then analyze the possibilities using 'Plotter' abilities. This saves a lot of time, just like earlier when the 'Black Demoness' mentioned the Emperor's Party worshipping Emperor Russel and wanting to restore the empire. I naturally associated it with the mirror Emperor Russel and then started to connect both parties."

    "That makes me want to switch pathways..." Franca muttered as she followed Lumian back to the gray-white apartment 702.

    She took out 300 Felkin from the 'Traveler's Backpack' and placed them under a small 'stone.'

    This was compensation for the landlord.

    After finishing this, Franca looked at the mirror with a hint of grayish-white and said in a lost tone:

    "The 'Ice Amulet' and 'Mirror Traverse' abilities are used up, and the 'Black Demoness' hasn't given me another one..."

    "You'll have a new one soon, although it might only be usable five or six times." Lumian casually said.

    "What?" Franca looked at her companion in confusion, "Where will the new amulet come from?"

    Lumian pointed at himself: "From me.

    "Did you forget I'm a 'Desperate Demoness' and can create similar amulets by praying to myself?"

    "Right." Franca was momentarily confused by Lumian's tone and expression earlier.

    Who could resist a beautiful girl saying such things and making such gestures!

    After Lumian opened the door and left, Franca suddenly realized:

    This guy's mood seems a bit better; he can even occasionally answer my questions in a relatively light tone!

    Heh heh... Franca quickly followed, her steps appearing lighter.

    At night, under the ground of Trier, in a certain empty quarry.

    Lumian and Ludwig watched as Anthony successfully summoned a bird-headed entity in the name of 'Mr. Fool,' but couldn't gain its approval to form a contract.

    —This bird-headed entity from the Spirit World is part of the promotion ritual for 'Dream Walker,' ranked 5 on the 'Visionary' pathway.

    "If you summoned it through normal means, I could force it to form a contract with you." Lumian casually said as he saw Anthony dispel the 'Wall of Spirituality' and step out.

    But now it was summoned in the name of 'Mr. Fool,' so both parties were in a peaceful state for communication.

    Anthony nodded lightly:

    "Normally, I wouldn't be able to summon it. It wouldn't respond.

    "I plan to pray to 'Mr. Fool' again next month, hoping to get His Angel's protection. This is another method provided by 'Lady Justice,' but such prayers should be made after a considerable interval."

    "Next month... In a few days, we should enter 'Mr. Fool's' dream. Having a 'Dream Walker' would be much better..." Lumian's eyes flickered as he looked at Ludwig beside him, "Is there any ingredient that can help Anthony stay awake in the dream? Even if it's just for a short time."
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      Previous chapters in the comments to chapter 883
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      I believe more that Adam gave a psychological hint to Franca. Lumian's role in Adam's plan is not over yet. HE can separate the 2 characteristics of the Author and create an Angel King who, along with Lumian, will enter Klein's dream.
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    "If I were to use Impregnating Bullets with the Sure Hit effect, how would the enemy deal with that?


    didn’t bernadette have a fetus in her when she visited roselle’s museleum? and then she just like ripped it out or it fell out or sm
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      mausoleum
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      High level people have many ways to avoid this effect, Amon can just turn those fetus into another Amon.
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        is this the infinite amon glitch
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          I don't want to see a fetus bringing about a monocle to their right eye lshock lshock
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    "Yeah, when will Mr. Fool wake up?" Franca echoed with a sigh.

    Hopefully this volume will answer it. Could this be the last vol.? eyetwit
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      Cuttlefish said that around halfway he will wake up, so even if it's this volume, there's still things to do.
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        This volume is Dream Weaver, guess who's dream this is?
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          we have a f**king ADAM!! god of spectator pathway who accomodated hanged man and about to fight EBS , TYRANT and KNOWLEDGE and u dare ask whose dream................wait are u amon by any chance......................ha!! not any more🧐🧐
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            That's something author asked in author note... I posted it in previous chapter.
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              I am aware!!
              ......jk..I wanted to troll u..
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          Жду не дождусь реакции Франки на мир Сна Кляйна)))
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