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Chapter 941: Recognition

It was a human being seemingly embedded within an owl. His eyes were perfectly round, with pupils that gleamed in brown and yellow, filled with undisguised malice.

Anyone who made eye contact with those eyes would inevitably experience a jumbled mind, tense emotions, and a soul-deep fear.

The half-owl, half-human abomination flapped its wings and, with a foul stench, swooped down toward Jenna and Franca, who were lying in bed.

Its mouth opened, releasing nearly tangible sound waves.

The sound waves struck the two Demonesses, passed through them, and hit the bedsheets, dispersing in all directions.

The bed was now empty. The air conditioner panel's screen, the glass top of the bedside table, and the dark glass embedded in the wardrobe doors all flickered with a dim, eerie light.

Behind the half-owl, half-human abomination, Franca's figure sprang up, clutching an almost invisible Wintry Blade and stabbing at the target with the speed of a gust of wind.

The transparent triangular spike pierced the abomination's body with precision, freezing it in an instant as if it had encountered an icy spell.

At the bedroom door, Jenna's figure appeared, holding a mirror that reflected the enemy's now stuttering movements.

With her other hand, she ignited a silent black flame and quickly ran it across the surface of the mirror.

The half-owl, half-human abomination ignited with an evil black flame from the inside out, but due to the Wintry Blade's effects, it couldn't even let out a wail or scream.

Soon, the abomination burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

"A type of spirit creature…" Franca understood that a Demoness's black flame mainly targeted spirituality and life, making it difficult to ignite a physical entity.

She gently descended from midair, as weightless as a feather.

Jenna quickly and quietly said, "That was a Morna, the creature from Luo Shan's painting, and the invader Luo Shan has been fighting."

"Luo Shan's aggressive probe?" Franca responded without hesitation. "We need to go to Luo Shan's room now and try to subdue her as soon as possible, or we might be kicked out of the dream."

Jenna had clearly considered this as well. She nodded and said, "You head to Luo Shan's room. I'll go to that spirit-world-like space. If necessary, I'll take Luo Shan's place and guard the barrier to prevent those invaders from getting through."

She thought Luo Shan might not be in her room and could still be at the semi-transparent barrier. She was also worried that without Luo Shan's protection, the invaders might break through the defense line and cause a disaster.

Franca didn't waste time and, with a slight nod, slipped to the other side of the curtains, opened the master bedroom window, and jumped down to the 15th floor.

She didn't use the Ice Amulet to cross through the mirror world, fearing that Luo Shan, who had sensed Jenna's previous probe, might have set some traps afterward.

Franca's body was as light as a feather, yet the wind didn't push her off course. She landed precisely on Luo Shan's bedroom windowsill and pried open the window with a thin layer of frost.

Franca didn't rush in. Using the faint pre-dawn light, she quickly scanned the room.

The bed was empty, and paintings of various subjects hung everywhere.

Hiding? Franca pulled out a mirror from the Traveler's Bag.

She intended to divine the level of danger and create an illusion of herself using the mirrors inside and outside the room to see if she could lure Luo Shan into making a move.

In the spirit-world-like space shrouded by the frozen storm, Jenna's Astral Projection emerged and immediately looked toward the nearby semi-transparent barrier adjacent to the deep darkness.

Luo Shan wasn't there.

Mornas and other bizarre creatures were attacking the barrier, gradually thinning it and causing the frozen storm to show signs of disintegration.

Jenna looked around, scanning up and down, but still didn't spot Luo Shan.

She sighed inwardly and floated to the area under heavy assault by the monsters. Dangerous black flames and crystalline ice spears formed around her, shooting outward and smashing many of the invaders.

After holding the line for fifteen minutes, the monsters retreated into the depths of the darkness, their attack fully repelled.

After a while, sunlight began to filter into the area, and both the frozen storm and the wandering spirits and illusory buildings faded away.

Jenna's Astral Projection also returned to her body.

Morning had arrived.

Franca had already returned, her expression serious as she told Jenna, "I couldn't find Luo Shan. She either hid early or left."

"Could she have hidden inside one of the paintings?" Jenna quickly suggested a possibility.

Franca gently shook her head in response. "I checked all the paintings. None of them had any human shadows, but the sketch portrait you mentioned is missing.

"There's a painting of a bridge that stretches from the edge of a cliff near the foreground over a bottomless dark abyss to another cliff in the distance, where there's a black forest.

"I suspect Luo Shan entered the painting and escaped into the black forest via the bridge. I couldn't pursue her, and I have a strong sense of danger about that painting. It probably wasn't painted by Luo Shan herself."

Jenna was about to say something when she suddenly realized. "We haven't been kicked out of the dream!"

"Nor have we been restricted," Franca noted, having kept an eye on this matter.

She mused, "Luo Shan was corrupted by that evil god from the Fantasy Association, not controlled by the Celestial Worthy. While that evil god might assist the Celestial Worthy in some matters, it certainly has His own agenda and won't help with everything.

"Perhaps He wants us to stay in the dream to hinder the Celestial Worthy at a critical moment, so it's concealing this matter?"

"This is what Lumian meant when he said that the goals of the evil gods and the Celestial Worthy sometimes align, but sometimes they don't," Jenna agreed with a nod. She then added, "It's also possible that Luo Shan hasn't been completely corrupted and hasn't fully fallen, choosing to deal with us on her own without informing that evil god."

"Struggling and resisting…" Franca sighed before saying, "Let's wait a bit longer and see what happens."

After waiting for more than an hour, the two Demonesses saw Luo Shan leave Building 5, dressed in the standard Intis Group administrative department uniform, heading off to work as usual. It seemed as if everything that happened last night had been just a dream.

Franca and Jenna still hadn't been kicked out of the dream, nor had they faced any restrictions.

"She must have hidden in that painting with the bridge," Franca concluded, withdrawing her gaze. "I'll send a message to Lumian, letting him know what happened last night and that we might be at risk of being kicked out of the dream soon."

"Won't that get him kicked out too?" Jenna worried that contacting Lumian now might leave a hidden danger.

Franca let out a soft laugh. "Isn't there that little app Stiano gave us? The 'Information Shredder.'

"I figure WeChat messages are also information, so they should be shreddable without leaving a trace. I'll shred the message when sending it, and Lumian will shred it when receiving it.

"Although I can't be sure the Information Shredder will definitely fool the Celestial Worthy's subconscious tracking, I think it's worth a try. If it really works as we hope, we'll have more room to maneuver in certain situations."

Jenna pondered for a moment and then said, "Okay."

Franca immediately composed a WeChat message, detailing Luo Shan's probe, her and Jenna's response, and the subsequent developments, finally reminding Lumian to use the Information Shredder to delete the chat record.

At the entrance of the Tech Building.

Lumian stood in the lobby, casually reading the message from Franca.

Then he made his way to the first-floor restroom, entered the men's section, and found a stall where he activated a Bottle of Fiction.

He then brought his phone close to his mouth and whispered, "You can try more probes. Franca should also start work as early as possible and get in touch with Zhou Mingrui.

"We can't rely entirely on Luo Shan's struggle or the selfishness of that evil god from the Fantasy Association. They could change their minds in half a day or a day, so you need to gather more information before that happens to prepare for the second or third time we enter the dream."

After sending the message, Lumian waited a few seconds before pulling up the Information Shredder app and selecting the chat history with Franca and Jenna, then clicked delete.

Once he finished, he terminated the Bottle of Fiction and took the elevator to the 13th floor, where the Intis Group's security department was located.

After completing the necessary paperwork, he was led into the security department chief's office.

The office was large, almost the size of a private gym, with space for practicing boxing.

The security department chief was a foreigner with black hair and blue eyes, of medium height, and a muscular build that seemed understated but exuded power.

His name was Grimm. According to the Major Arcana card holders, he had been one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse who served Emperor Roselle faithfully. He died early, before he could witness Roselle's great achievements, and this was his dream manifestation.

"Have you practiced martial arts?" Grimm asked in broken local dialect.

"Yes." Lumian nodded sincerely.

"Then let's have a sparring match," Grimm pointed to the boxing ring on the other side of the office.

Still not in his security uniform, Lumian didn't refuse. He entered the ring and waited for Grimm to approach.

Grimm took off his light suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and stood in front of Lumian.

Suddenly, he threw a punch, the wind whistling as it cut through the air.

Lumian, appearing nonchalant, seemed to have anticipated the move. He sidestepped, avoiding the punch.

Snapping his waist back, he swiftly closed in on Grimm, unleashing a barrage of attacks with his elbows, fists, knees, and toes in a relentless onslaught.

Grimm maintained a tight guard, blocking Lumian's fast but underpowered strikes without allowing them to break his defense or land on his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang! After a few dozen seconds of furious assault, Lumian suddenly stepped back, panting heavily as he raised his hand in surrender.

"I'm out of strength."

Of course, he couldn't knock out his department head on his first day at work. It wasn't just a matter of workplace etiquette—he was concerned that revealing his combat prowess would expose him as a Beyonder.

"Not bad." Grimm nodded.

He walked straight to his desk.

As he passed Lumian, he suddenly lowered his voice as if not wanting the others waiting in the office to overhear and said, "Give my regards to the Mother."

Mother… Lumian's pupils dilated.

Grimm then added in a hushed tone, "I've recognized you, Honorable Child of God."

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    Unaffiliated_Busines
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    Um, can we talk later? pressure
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    Good_Night
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    Not me getting spoiled from comments.💀
    gloom

    You people should use spoiler tag for the people like me who're not reading from comments. evil
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      Nargeon
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      real
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      Jack_Nat_Mikhail
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      Thanks for warning fellow reader
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      Unaffiliated_Busines
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      Your sacrifice and comment lead many to a brighter future hokage
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    (70) Chapter 954: Warning

    Because Franca and Luo Shan had already prepared the chicken and taro early, and wanted them to be served immediately, the three quickly enjoyed a hot and delicious meal.

    Franca had the server pour a spicy broth into a dipping bowl, then added some minced garlic, chopped green onions, and cilantro herself, finally topping it off with oyster sauce. This provided a balance of salty and fresh flavors, with a subtle sweetness that complemented the spicy taste. Franca especially liked adding this mix when eating hot pot.

    She glanced at Zhou Mingrui and noticed that he had made a similar choice.

    "Great minds think alike," Franca thought as she picked up the taro instead of the chicken first. The taro had already softened in the pressure cooker, and after dipping it into the sauce, she blew on it for about ten seconds before taking a bite. The starchy aroma and natural taste of the taro filled her mouth, combined with the spicy broth and the rich flavor of the oil, enhanced by the salty freshness and slight sweetness of the oyster sauce. It made her salivate and effectively reduced the residual heat.

    Franca ate three pieces of taro before remembering the chicken.

    She would rank this taro in the top three vegetarian hot pot ingredients, along with potato slices and asparagus.

    After quietly enjoying the meal and filling their stomachs, Luo Shan took the initiative to start various conversations, preventing the atmosphere from becoming awkward.

    With her lively and friendly nature, the three of them enjoyed a pleasant conversation, ranging from company gossip and scandals to their recent work environment and the current situation of their former colleagues.

    The handsome security guard also naturally became part of the conversation. Luo Shan expressed regret that he hadn’t been at the front door recently, preventing her from seeing him again.

    Suddenly, Zhou Mingrui asked Franca about her professional background, curious as to why she changed careers right after graduating.

    Franca talked about her real feelings while studying:

    "Working like a horse, earning little, and even risking your life. It's not until you're in your forties that you can barely earn a decent income. I felt I couldn't endure such hardships, so I changed careers. After all, how many decades do you have in your life?"

    Zhou Mingrui nodded in understanding:

    "There’s a saying online that advises people not to study medicine, as it’s a challenging path. However, being a doctor is a late-stage profession. The older you get, the more recognized you become. I have a close friend who also changed careers right after graduating, but they took on two different jobs and couldn’t achieve what they did later in life."

    At this point, Zhou Mingrui paused slightly, frowning unconsciously before continuing:

    "But later, thanks to connections, they became an intern doctor at a hospital."

    Franca wondered, "Is there such a close friend? It's not mentioned in the records... Clearly, it's not Peng Deng, nor that female friend who likes to travel..." Lost in thought, she noticed Zhou Mingrui had shifted the conversation to medical topics.

    Franca played the role of a medical student who had changed careers three years ago, explaining the basics she still remembered. The more advanced knowledge she had mostly forgotten.

    After a barely noticeable nod from Zhou Mingrui, Luo Shan glanced at Franca and laughed:

    "Have you ever tried that new drink, the one with really good design and a really unique name?"

    Franca responded with a smile, asking instead, "Have you tried it?"

    Without waiting for their response, Franca lowered her voice:

    "Recently, I've heard an urban legend. There's a mysterious vending machine that randomly appears in different locations, selling those blind box drinks. Some of these drinks have special effects, giving the drinker abilities corresponding to the drink's name. But the ones bought cheaply in supermarkets are just ordinary drinks."

    After saying this in one breath, and seeing that nothing unusual had happened to her, Franca quietly relaxed.

    Zhou Mingrui, now back home and changed into a white t-shirt, loose pants, and white shoes, smiled and said:

    "I’ve also read such rumors online."

    Franca's eyes rested on Luo Shan’s face.

    Luo Shan bit her lip, then, in a deliberately spooky tone, said:

    "Actually, I encountered that mysterious vending machine."

    In an instant, Zhou Mingrui also looked at her. Luo Shan smiled:

    "I bought a blind box, and the drink inside was Shaman. But after drinking it, nothing happened, and I didn’t gain any abilities.

    "Honestly, when I went back to find that vending machine again, it really was gone, no longer in its original spot..."

    As she said the last sentence, Luo Shan’s voice became unusually low, making the bubbles in the hot pot seem to freeze for a second.

    Zhou Mingrui looked at her, saying nothing, seemingly unsure whether she was telling a ghost story or speaking the truth.

    Luo Shan quickly laughed and said to him:

    "Didn’t you also drink it? Later, in the company lobby, I saw a similar vending machine again. I bought a bunch and handed you a bottle of 'Instigator' drink, didn’t I?"

    "I didn’t drink it," Zhou Mingrui laughed. "Someone had previously given me a bag of dried mushrooms, saying they were great for brewing tea. I wanted to try it, so I poured the 'Instigator' drink into my cup, added the mushrooms, and then left to take care of something else. When I returned, the cup was empty.

    "At that moment, I wondered who in the office would be so gross as to drink someone else's cup of tea. Maybe the cleaning lady saw the mushrooms soaking and thought it was disgusting, so she dumped it out for me.

    "Looking back now, it was a bit strange."

    He and Luo Shan continued to weave the tale, making the urban legend seem more and more plausible.

    Franca didn’t look frightened at all. She glanced around, then lowered her voice and said:

    "Since you’re being so honest, I’ll tell the truth too. I’ve also encountered that vending machine."

    Luo Shan played along, asking, "What did you draw?"

    Franca looked at Zhou Mingrui, adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, and smiled, "Assassin."

    Zhou Mingrui quietly watched her, waiting for her to continue.

    Franca laughed and added...

    "I am a fan of Assassin's Creed. Look, my WeChat name is 'Real Hidden Blade'."

    As she spoke, she picked up her phone, showing the WeChat name to Zhou Mingrui, then continued:

    "I am extremely satisfied with the name of that drink. I imagine myself becoming an assassin, able to perfectly complete the Leap of Faith and hide in the shadows without being noticed."

    Franca deliberately described the transformations and abilities brought by the Assassin potion, wanting Zhou Mingrui to believe that she had truly consumed the Assassin drink or was exceptionally knowledgeable about matters related to Assassins.

    As she described it, her heart involuntarily started beating faster, and she became tense, feeling as though she was about to be kicked out of the Dreamscape.

    Zhou Mingrui tactically sipped some iced soybean milk and ate a piece of taro.

    After putting down his chopsticks, he smiled at Franca and Luo Shan and said:

    "That’s also my dream." Franca took the opportunity to remind him:

    "Then you should be careful. I read in some rumors that there is a big problem with the Assassin drink that comes after. Yes, it’s like leveling up in a game, after drinking up to a certain level, something terrifying happens."

    "What terrifying thing?" Luo Shan asked curiously.

    Franca shook her head: "I don’t know.

    "I only heard that after the Assassin drink comes the Instigator drink, and the problem arises after the Instigator drink..." Her voice grew increasingly quieter.

    Zhou Mingrui ended the topic:

    "Alright, alright, if we keep making up things, this will eventually turn into a full-fledged urban legend."

    "Indeed," Franca laughed, indicating that the earlier content was just something she made up on the spot. Luo Shan did the same.

    The three of them chatted about other things, and by the time the sky was completely dark, they had each eaten to their heart's content.

    After bidding farewell to Luo Shan and Franca, Zhou Mingrui headed down the road.

    The smile on his face gradually faded, and various thoughts began to emerge in his mind:

    "Did they not seem to be probing me but rather hinting, reminding me...

    "Is there really a big problem with the Assassin drink that comes afterward?

    "It’s also possible that because I deliberately chose a crowded location, they couldn’t find an opportunity to use their abilities to affect me...

    "I'll observe for a while and see if any unexpected events or attacks occur...

    "If I can confirm their intentions or goodwill, then maybe I can find a chance to talk for real...

    "If avoiding the issue doesn’t solve the problem, then I’ll just face it..."

    While thinking, Zhou Mingrui turned into a small alley, stepping into the shadows.

    Elsewhere, Franca and Luo Shan were heading to the nearest store.

    An hour later, Franca planned to stay in a place with a lot of people and good lighting.

    As soon as she left the vicinity of the "Ichuan Grilled Chicken", after walking several dozen steps along the roadside, Franca suddenly felt dizzy.

    A second later, she felt like a deep-sea fish being fished out of the ocean, struggling to breathe but unable to take in even a trace of air, and her head and body began to swell strangely, like a weak balloon being constantly inflated.

    She painfully clutched her neck, trying to pull her trachea out of her flesh to connect it directly to the air.

    Her legs started to give out, her body collapsing to the ground, and her thoughts gradually froze, losing contact with her Mirror Substitute.

    "Has the Celestial Worthy noticed me?" A thought flashed through Franca's mind.

    Sitting in the gray car seat across the street, Lumian quietly watched Franca's face turn extremely red, her lips darken to a blue-black hue, and her slender neck leave bloodstains on her pale skin.

    Luo Shan stood beside her, looking confused and panicked. The passenger-seat Lumian remained motionless, still silently watching.

    He saw Franca fall halfway to the ground, struggling to open her handbag, painstakingly taking out her phone and unlocking the screen.

    On the screen was a pre-prepared interface, and placed next to the phone were makeup items, several mirrors, and a small black bag.

    In Lumian's view, Franca's eyes bulged, her expression twisted in pain as she used her thumb to press down on the phone screen.

    Then, she completely collapsed, dropping the bag.

    The items inside the handbag scattered out, and the small black bag mysteriously disappeared.

    A few seconds later, Lumian, who had been sitting in the car across the street, slowly stood up, looked at the empty-eyed Franca, and calmly said to Anthony:

    "Meeting with Zhou Mingrui at night and reminding him of the existence of supernatural powers will lead to being swiftly kicked out of the Dreamscape."
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      Shuhmen
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      Great paronaidalic Klein's thoughts!
      Nostalgic Lotm 1 vibes
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      Error404
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      And here I thought they gonna do No Kick Run.
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      We lost Franca.
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        Maybe she can enter again with some restrictions
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      Warspoon
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      Может ли небесный достойный обитать прямо в Клейне по ночам?
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      Livario
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      Franca was kicked out when Klein can't see that. I have some ideas why:
      1)CV afraid that Klein hide and He can't find him quickly
      2)If Klein will be afraid happen something unpredictable (For example Klein wake up or he understand that he got into confrontation between two sides)
      3) CV need some time to kick out ( That the most unlikely)
      4) CV would like to see if someone also work with Franka
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      Someone had previously given me a bag of dried mushrooms, saying they were great for brewing tea.


      Mushrooms for brewing tea... But Frank is a real drug dealer, if you think about it. eyetwit
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    (69) Chapter 953: Art Studio

    The streets in all directions near Yangdu are famous scenic spots and belong to an old part of the city. The eastern residential area, Cam Tu, has been around for a long time, with no building exceeding six floors, and they don't have elevators.

    Lumian followed behind Anderson, sneaking to the building closest to the residential area entrance.

    As they ascended the stairs, Lumian couldn't help but lift his right hand to pinch his nose.

    The place was filled with a strong mix of smells. Anderson turned his body slightly and smiled:

    "The whole building is under renovation."

    His nose was somehow stuffed with two wads of white paper.

    "Why is the entire building under renovation?" Lumian didn't hide his curiosity.

    Anderson glanced at him, smiling as he replied:

    "This old neighborhood has aged, most of the major enterprises have moved out, choosing to rent out the vacant rooms. Someone rented all the rooms in this building, intending to..."

    At this point, Anderson paused, his smile becoming clear in the dim hallway, and his voice deepened:

    "They plan to open a hostel."

    "A painting studio, right? That person is you, isn't it?" Lumian, who was somewhat mentally prepared for this, frowned slightly and asked:

    "Isn't there still a painting room in this building? How can you say all the rooms are rented?"

    Anderson firmly gripped the white paper in his nose:

    "Isn't it possible that the person who opened the painting studio is the one who rented the remaining rooms?

    "They intend to open a hostel adjacent to a scenic spot, hidden in the residential area, with art as the main theme."

    Lumian, still pinching his nose, pretended to realize something and said:

    "Oh, I see."

    Amidst the overpowering scent of the renovation, the two continued their conversation without slowing down and quickly reached the top floor, which was the sixth.

    Both apartments on this floor had their doors wide open. On the wall opposite the top of the stairs was a vividly colored graffiti with four words at its core:

    "Mute Art Studio."

    "This name is very... unique," Lumian sincerely commented.

    By this point, the smell of the renovation had faded.

    Anderson removed the white paper from his nose and seriously explained:

    "Painting is done with your hands, not your mouth. Silence in the painting room represents the expectation from the students: Focus, quietness, and dedication."

    "That's a good explanation," Lumian clapped his hands.

    Anderson didn't take it as flattery, smiling as he said:

    "This isn't a forced explanation, it's what the painting studio owner said."

    "My sister once taught me dialectics, believing that even bad writing can be interpreted positively. Do you agree?" Lumian asked with a smile.

    Anderson nodded slightly:

    "If you believe it, then it's true."

    He led Lumian to the left door.

    Lumian wasn't in a hurry to enter, he stood at the entrance, observing the spacious living room.

    It was clear that some renovations had been done. Several paintings hung on the walls:

    One showed a piece of darkness, with just a hint of golden-red Dawn in the distance. Another depicted a stormy sea with intense Waves, there were also shadowy figures walking on a vast plain like Pilgrims, and another showed a terrifying Monster emerging from the depths of the ocean, along with Pirates rescuing themselves on a ship.

    The "Pirates" painting suddenly reminded Lumian of the recent book "The Great Adventurer." He noticed that the shadowy figures had vines growing from their heads, bearing watermelon-like fruits, and the deck was covered in milky white liquid.

    Is this recalling Gehrman Sparrow's experience? Lumian thought, his eyes lingering on the giant leech-like creature with teeth in its suckers for a couple of seconds.

    Anderson then went to the drawing table in the middle of the living room and turned around.

    Lumian looked around, his steps slow and steady as he entered and asked, "Where is the owner of the painting studio?"

    Anderson raised his right hand and pointed at himself.

    "You're the owner of the painting studio?" Lumian asked in surprise.

    Anderson nodded slightly.

    Lumian suddenly smiled:

    "Why aren't you speaking? Did you suddenly lose your voice? Are you mute now?"

    Anderson, dressed in a black t-shirt, signed something with his hands.

    Lumian watched for a long time, unable to understand what he was trying to convey. He thoughtfully remarked:

    "I wonder if there's a small software for translating sign language."

    Anderson picked up a brush, grabbed a sheet of white paper, and wrote something in dark red.

    Unlike Lumian, Anderson could write in the common language of the Dream City.

    Lumian focused his attention, reading the sentence written on the white paper:

    "In the painting room, it's best not to speak. Pretend you're mute."

    Lumian raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, he saw Anderson's expression turn gloomy as he added another sentence in dark red paint:

    "What you just said."

    Lumian suddenly felt a cold chill on the back of his neck, as if a gust of cold wind had blown past.

    He didn't turn around, pretending not to feel anything.

    Anderson then wrote another sentence, the dark red paint seeming to glow even more vividly:

    "Do you know this person?"

    After writing, he turned the drawing board around, revealing the picture on it to Lumian.

    The picture depicted a tall woman with a slightly thin face, light blue and clear eyes, beautiful and imposing features, and a strange sharpness in her expression.

    This was Lumian himself.

    It was his female form!

    Lumian's smile faded as he answered Anderson's question:

    "I don't recognize her."

    Following the sound of his voice, something cold and damp suddenly stuck to his back.

    Lumian quickly spun around and grabbed it with one hand, his palm igniting a blazing scarlet flame.

    The flames compressed layer by layer, and he saw what was attacking him.

    It was the "Monster" from the painting, a giant Leech. Its soft, translucent body crawled out of the painting, with its suction cups enlarged to the maximum, capable of biting off an adult's head.

    Seeing the densely packed, blood-stained sharp teeth, Lumian directly slapped the scarlet flame sphere in his hand onto it.

    Boom!

    The flame sphere exploded in an instant, engulfing the sea monster that had crawled out of the painting.

    A wave of flames swept quickly in all directions, threatening to ignite every painting, every canvas, and every person in the room!

    At that moment, from the "Storm" painting, a deep blue sea erupted, splashing into the room, extinguishing all the flames.

    Lumian's figure vanished on the spot, reappearing behind the mute Anderson.

    His eyes had turned completely jet-black, reflecting a trace of paleness.

    Lumian clenched his right fist and punched forward, hitting the mute Anderson in the back.

    This punch carried a thunderous roar, tearing through Anderson's flesh and piercing his body, hitting the painting and canvas that depicted Lumian in a feminine form.

    The mute Anderson's body suddenly shattered, rapidly thinning out, turning into a giant, hollow human-shaped painting.

    This human-shaped painting, connected to the painting of Lumian in a feminine form, was set ablaze by the scarlet flames. Within seconds, it turned completely into black and light ashes.

    As mute Anderson reverted to the painting, the deep blue sea that had flooded the room and the horde of sea monsters vying to escape disappeared, leaving only the still paintings.

    Lumian scanned the room and noticed that the "Monster" from the painting was indeed missing its giant "Leech", and the studio floor was covered with water stains and half-burnt paper scraps.

    The place became eerily quiet, with no signs of life except for Lumian.

    Lumian immediately searched through the two rooms that made up the studio but found nothing unusual.

    The paintings no longer had a strange aura, nor did they feel mysterious.

    He left the place, descending the stairs, and saw groups of residents scattered around the apartment building, looking around.

    They had heard the explosion earlier but couldn't find the source and didn't discover any damage to the apartment building. They could only assume it was caused by a fighter jet flying overhead at high speed.

    Lumian walked past them and returned to the apartment entrance, where his eyes suddenly caught a figure.

    The figure had blonde hair and blue eyes, wore a white shirt and black trousers, with both hands in his pockets, as if watching the excitement.

    Anderson! Anderson Hood!

    Noticing Lumian, Anderson asked in surprise:

    "You're here already, and inside the apartment?"

    Lumian smiled and replied, "I'm used to getting here early."

    Anderson chuckled and said, "Same here."

    As Lumian approached him, he smiled and asked:

    "Did you have fun earlier?"

    "Extremely fun," Lumian replied with a meaningful smile. "I'd like to do it again."

    Anderson Hood nodded lightly.

    He was about to speak but suddenly looked around.

    "Let's save it for next time," Anderson said, withdrawing his gaze and smiling. "Keep in touch via WeChat."

    He raised his right hand holding his phone.

    He didn't mention anything about the studio, nor did he ask if Lumian's friend was interested in joining the class. Lumian also didn't bring up the topic and waved his hand, saying:

    "Then I'll head out first."

    "See you," Anderson waved back.

    Lumian walked past the test prep instructor and headed towards the road.

    A gray car drove up and stopped in front of him.

    Lumian opened the car door, got in, and said to Anthony, who was in the driver's seat:

    "Take me to Worker’s Road."

    Anthony nodded slightly and drove the car onto the road.

    Franca, Luo Shan, Zhou Mingrui had planned to have dinner tonight on Worker’s Road, where there was a restaurant known for its enticing chicken hot pot.

    The car cruised along, and from the back seat, a chewing sound could be heard continuously.

    ***

    On Worker’s Road, inside the restaurant "Yichuan Roasted Chicken," which specialized in chicken hot pot.

    Franca and Luo Shan had arrived a bit early, chose a spot near the window, and ordered the chicken but hadn't ordered anything else.

    The two of them ordered a bottle of iced soy milk, not at all bothered by Zhou Mingrui’s choice of this noisy, unrefined place to eat.

    The important thing was whether the food was delicious!

    At about 6:50 PM, Zhou Mingrui, dressed in black, arrived.

    "Over here, over here!" Luo Shan waved happily.

    Zhou Mingrui navigated around the other tables and sat down beside them, saying:

    "There was a bit more work to do just before leaving."

    "We agreed on seven o'clock," Luo Shan said casually, then pointed to Franca, saying, "This is my neighbor and colleague, Luo Fu."

    Zhou Mingrui glanced at Franca and smiled, saying:

    "We’ve met before. Let's order."

    Franca looked outside as the sky turned darker, feeling a bit uneasy.
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      Максим Довбняк
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      Chapter 952 in comments to chapter 939.
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        TempestUknow
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        Mute art studio is the official name
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      Abraham Bethel (Mr door)
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      mute based on sequence 6 of the dreamless pathway not silent
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        Error404
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        I thought it was Anderson from Utopia 22
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      Somehow, Mute fits the Hunter pathways pretty well. Though, they tend to taunt and provoke people a lot, give a lot of seemingly important information, the most important things are never said out loud with hunters...
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        Error404
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        Knowing Hunters, they will speak those "important" Things using loudspeaker in public so everyone can hear it, at the same time they will be concealing some crucial parts, waiting for bunch of losers to take the bait.
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    Right, he's one of the ones who were corrupted
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