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Chapter 945: New Hostel?

After a while, Jenna also came to Room 1502 by climbing through the window, and saw Luo Shan controlled by three methods.

"Were the invading monsters driven back again?" Franca asked with concern.

Jenna tersely acknowledged.

"By the time dawn breaks, they should attack again."

She then summarized the key points of what Luo Shan had said after Franca left that space.

Hearing that becoming a Shaman would cause one's own psyche to sense another space and higher realms, thereby attracting all sorts of strange creatures to invade, Franca couldn't help but mutter, "What kind of extraterrestrial demons is this…"

Jenna could understand every word Franca said, but did not grasp the specific meaning. However, she was already accustomed to Franca occasionally blurting out some strange words, especially after entering the dream city, so she did not ask further, and continued to relay the information she had gathered from Luo Shan.

As soon as she finished, the doorbell rang.

Jenna walked to the bedroom door, and cautiously, without approaching the main entrance, took out a hand mirror to reflect the view outside the peephole.

It was Anthony and only Ludwig's head visible in the image.

Jenna then opened the door, pointed to the bedroom, and said in a low voice, "The patient is inside."

Anthony had driven himself to Dechuang Garden—after a few days of observation, he had learned how to drive to some extent.

Then, he "persuaded" the patrolling property management to help with parking and card swiping, and pressed the button for the 15th floor.

As Anthony walked towards the bedroom, Ludwig's gaze fell on the paintings Luo Shan had done.

"Can I… eat them?" he licked his lips, looking at Jenna with longing.

Jenna hadn't seen the child in several days, and seeing him still the same, she felt a warm affection and smiled.

"These are just paintings."

"But they still represent a certain reality." When it came to eating, Ludwig was always mature.

Jenna thought for two seconds and replied, "Okay."

She felt that these paintings were done by Luo Shan previously, and Luo Shan's condition at the time was unknown. There might be some contamination or hints left on the paintings. If Anthony managed to help Luo Shan recover, but the patient then saw some of her old paintings and the problem resurfaced, it would be a waste of her companions' efforts.

With the permission granted, Ludwig cheered and crumpled the unframed paintings, stuffing them into his mouth.

"Will eating these give you different qualities or abilities?" Jenna asked curiously.

Ludwig replied with a muffled voice, "I can temporarily acquire them, but the duration is very short, and I don't have anyone to deal with right now.

"Eating these is mainly to increase my spirituality limit…"

Jenna nodded in understanding, then looked at the back of Ludwig devouring the paintings and asked lightly,

"How have your studies been these past few days?"

Ludwig's back suddenly stiffened for a second.

Inside the bedroom.

Anthony had learned the full situation from Franca, lit some candles, and dripped on some pure dew.

After completing all the preparations, he signaled to Franca that she could retract the Wintry Blade.

Franca, who had been holding the almost invisible triangular spike for too long, had lost a lot of body temperature, and her lips were even a little pale. Upon hearing this, she hurriedly put the weapon back into the Traveler's Bag.

Of course, she was still far from becoming an undead. The negative effects of the Wintry Blade were also suppressed to Sequence 7 in the dream.

As the Wintry Blade was put away, Luo Shan's eyeballs rolled slightly under her eyelids and slowly opened.

She quickly recalled her ordeal, her expression twisting into an extremely hideous grimace.

Then she saw a pair of deep brown eyes, like a deep lake, and the flickering yellowish candlelight reflected in them.

At the same time, she smelled a soothing aroma.

Luo Shan immediately became calm.

Seeing this, Franca clicked to enlarge the words she had previously written on a memo and showed them to Anthony.

"Do not try to guide or suppress the corruption hidden in the patient's Beyonder powers. Trying to completely eradicate them is unrealistic and very dangerous for us now.

"What you need to do is treat the patient's mental problems, resolve the personality alteration, or reduce the impact of the personality alteration.

"If the patient relapses later, we will still handle it according to the current plan, until we find a way to thoroughly solve the corruption problem or find help."

Anthony gave an almost imperceptible nod and began to communicate with Luo Shan's mental self.

Franca stood by, ready to intervene if anything went wrong with Anthony.

After Ludwig finished eating even the paintings in the bedroom, leaving only the one with the bridge, precipice, abyss, and dark forest, Anthony finally completed the treatment, extinguished the candles, and led Ludwig out of the bedroom, leaving Room 1502.

After another dozen seconds, Luo Shan's long eyelashes fluttered, and her gaze gradually recovered its normalcy.

She looked at Franca and Jenna, her expression a mix of bewilderment and as if she understood everything, and said, "I feel like I've just woken up from a long nightmare…"

"We found a professional doctor and cured the problems caused by the corruption in the potion beverage you had to some extent. Of course, this is just the end of the first treatment course, and whether there will be more courses will depend on the situation," Franca explained vaguely, retracting her long hair and releasing the invisible spider silk bindings.

"I knew you guys would help me, even if you can't cure me, you'll deal with that demon properly." Luo Shan's spirit and mind had returned to the lively state before she drank the Reporter beverage. She smiled at Franca and said, "Actually, I noticed at the time that you seemed to have become less real, but I suppressed that feeling and deliberately didn't look at you again, so that she wouldn't find out."

She? Luo Shan had already started referring to the altered personality as "she"… Hmm, that altered personality also called her that… The situation seems to be more serious than we had anticipated previously, but at least we managed to control her and provide treatment in time… Franca nodded with relief.

Jenna then asked curiously, "You could tell that eh… Luo Fu became a mirror illusion, relying on the Reporter's ability to observe, investigate, and uncover the true world, right?"

They had not fully understood the Painter pathway beforehand, and their plan almost failed.

"Yes," Luo Shan quickly nodded, looking at Franca, "Your name is Luo Fu? It's so beautiful, even nicer than my name. You're all so beautiful!"

"We all have the surname Luo, maybe we were from the same family five hundred years ago," Franca joked.

Jenna thought for a moment, looking at Luo Shan.

"Why do you go out every evening?"

"Sometimes I go to find tasty food to treat myself, sometimes I go shopping with friends, and sometimes…" At this point, Luo Shan's expression changed slightly, "Sometimes I go to a hostel that's still under renovation and hasn't opened yet. That's the latest demand of that voice. It said that after the hotel officially opens, it will bestow the Literature Enthusiast beverage on me."

Hearing that the voice demanded opening a hotel, Franca and Jenna simultaneously thought of a term: Hostel!

For that evil god of the Fantasy Association, the concept of a hostel has strong symbolic meaning? Reflected in the dream, it's wanting to open a hotel? Franca asked, "Is the money for opening the motel from you, or is there another source?"

"I put in part of it, spending all my savings. Fortunately, I had already bought this apartment before, so the remaining money wasn't much. But lately I've been seriously considering mortgaging the house to get a loan and get the hotel open as soon as possible." As she spoke, Luo Shan had a look of lingering fear on her face.

Money… opening a hotel requires money… That evil god of the Fantasy Association didn't directly give money, but made the bestowed offer it themselves… In Mr. Fool's dream city, money indeed has a strong symbolic meaning, and the evil gods have to worry about it… Franca asked thoughtfully, "You only put in part of it, who provided the rest?"

"It's people similar to me, but I haven't met them. Different people go to oversee the hotel renovation every day, not contacting each other, and they're not even on the shareholder list. I'm not on it either. The hotel is owned by someone called Anderson."

"Anderson? Anderson Hood?" Franca and Jenna asked in unison.

"How do you know?" Luo Shan was surprised.

Franca laughed. "We know a lot more than you think."

She asked for the name of the hostel, opened her phone, searched it, and then saw the name "Colorful Hostel" with Anderson Hood's name clearly listed as a shareholder.

This was too direct and conspicuous, making Franca feel that the other party was challenging or boasting about a successful prank.

This needs to be told to Lumian, let him probe Anderson… Speaking of which, he hasn't had an excuse to communicate with Anderson… The Hunter hasn't been sending messages either… Jenna took out her phone, hesitating whether to contact Lumian now.

She was afraid of waking the other party.

After a brief consideration, Jenna still chose to step out of the bedroom and use the text input method to report the information about the Colorful Hostel to Lumian.

She couldn't let the softness in her heart hinder the communication of key issues. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before dawn, and she and Franca would be kicked out of the dream!

Luo Shan followed and came to the living room.

She looked around and asked, "Where are my paintings?"

"We've taken care of them all," Jenna honestly expressed her previous concerns.

"Okay." Luo Shan nodded in agreement, then pointed to the remaining painting and said, "What about this one? It's the most dangerous!"

Seeing Franca and Jenna both looking at her, Luo Shan's expression changed a bit as she said,

"It's not a painting I did. Soon after I drank the Reporter potion, I suddenly received this painting, I don't know who sent it. I feel that the other me, in my heart, is also in the dark forest in this painting!"

"Conventional methods can't get rid of it." Jenna did not hide anything from Luo Shan.

Franca changed the subject thoughtfully. "What about the self-portrait?"

"When you deleted all the photos, it self-combusted, so I knew you had a problem," Luo Shan said, worried and curious.

Franca immediately became eager to try, pointing to the painting with elements like the dark forest, precipice, and bridge, and asked Luo Shan, "Have you tried taking a photo of this painting? Did anything unusual happen at the time?"

If she could take a photo and the abnormality wouldn't immediately manifest, they could consider using the Information Shredder to handle it!

"I couldn't, the photos would turn out blank. I even tried throwing it away, but it mysteriously came back," Luo Shan shook her head.

As expected… Franca was not too surprised by this. She pondered and said, "Can you give us this painting? We have a way to deal with it, but we'll have to wait until morning."

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    (75) Chapter 959: Weekend

    Dechuang Garden, Room 2303.

    Jenna accompanied Luo Fu as they watched TV in the living room, occasionally scrolling through their phones. Their conversation was sparse.

    Suddenly, she noticed Luo Fu turning around, her eyes shimmering as she said:

    "I'm back!"

    Jenna didn't respond immediately, as Luo Fu and Franca had very similar personalities.

    Franca immediately picked up her phone and told Jenna:

    "Hurry, hurry, send me another Information Shredder."

    Upon hearing Information Shredder, Jenna finally confirmed that Franca had returned.

    At this moment, Franca unlocked her screen and found that her WeChat had been taken over by Luo Fu again, who had re-added Jenna, Luo Shan, and several members of the administration department, but not Mr. Fool, An Ruide, or Li Lu.

    Seeing this, Franca quickly checked her WeChat wallet.

    Her expression suddenly froze:

    "My money... it's all gone!"

    Jenna's eyes widened as she hurried over, discovering that Franca's WeChat wallet balance was "0.00 yuan."

    "Could it be that deleting all the data on your phone also wiped out the money in your online wallet?" Franca anxiously re-downloaded a banking app, took a moment to log in, and checked her remaining balance.

    She let out a long sigh of relief and patted her chest:

    "Thank goodness, the main account is still there. I was scared to death."

    After calming down, she explained to Jenna, "The money in my bank account is still there!"

    Jenna glanced at the balance in her bank account and, after some thought, asked:

    "How much money did you originally have in your WeChat wallet?"

    "138 yuan," Franca replied smoothly. "And there were over 300 yuan in my Alipay account."

    Franca checked her Alipay account, which Luo Fu had already re-downloaded, and found that there was still over 100 yuan left.

    "Sigh..." Franca checked her transaction records and finally confirmed that this remaining 100 yuan had been transferred from her bank account after Luo Fu took over, some of it spent on food delivery. The previous 300 yuan had indeed disappeared.

    Jenna laughed and clutched her chest:

    "You act like you've lost a fortune, yet it's just 500 yuan. The way you were panicking, you made me scared too."

    Franca had made 60,000 yuan by selling some items, half of which she had already transferred to Lumian and Anthony.

    "Don't say unlucky things. 500 yuan is a lot. We could buy so much with that at the wholesale market!"

    Franca thought for a moment and said, "I should transfer some to Lumian and Anthony. Everyone should have some, just in case everything gets wiped out again. I realized that this is like a game—if you're kicked out of the Dreamscape, you might lose your items or money. Plus, there's no guarantee you'll get them back. Hmm, you can't put all your eggs in one basket."

    "The money is in your bank account but not on your phone?" Jenna pondered. "Maybe it's because you only cleared your phone data, not your bank account information? The missing money might be due to the Information Shredder issue."

    Franca slowly nodded:

    "This little software is really powerful. I suspect it connects to some sort of central server, wiping out all the pre-existing data. That’s the only way it could handle mystical photos without our chat records being traced back."

    As she spoke, Franca frowned slightly:

    "I asked Madam Magician and Madam Judgment. They know every high-ranking member of the Steam Church, but none of them are named Stiano."

    "Anthony was certain at the time—Stiano must be closely connected to the Steam Church," Jenna also showed a puzzled expression.

    "They seem to have a suspect. They said they would confirm it and let us know through the Star Dream Provisions Store," Franca suddenly looked around, pointing to the ceiling, and whispered, "Could it be “Him”? Only “He” could make software this powerful. Plus, “He” can truly enter our consciousness."

    "Maybe..." Jenna's voice also lowered.

    As a native of Trier, she had been educated in religion from a young age and had a deep reverence for the divine.

    She now wondered if she might have encountered the deity she once worshiped, "The Eternal Blazing Sun," within this Dreamscape.

    And if "The Eternal Blazing Sun" had entered, what form would he take in the Dreamscape?

    After a brief silence, Franca re-added Lumian and the others, completed the distribution of funds—she and Jenna kept 90,000 yuan, while Lumian and Anthony held 90,000 yuan.

    Then, she and Jenna discussed their experiences of being ejected from the Dreamscape and the details they noticed upon returning to reality.

    She didn’t compile these observations into a message for Lumian, intending to find an opportunity to meet in person tomorrow and talk face-to-face.

    This was because she feared that if sensitive information was sent out, it might trigger something abnormal before it could be erased by the Information Shredder.

    Madam Judgement advised her to lay low and be cautious in the coming days.

    They chatted until dawn. Franca stretched:

    "Thank goodness Luo Fu didn't go on a spending spree. Otherwise, I'd be heartbroken."

    "Alright, let's wash up and go to bed. We have to work early tomorrow. Hmm, maybe you can check if Hall Film Company is hiring lately. Apply if they are—it's in line with your expertise!"

    Jenna smiled, her lips curling up: "Did you forget that tomorrow is Sunday?"

    "Right." Franca was momentarily stunned. "Going back and forth between the Dreamscape and reality has confused me. Originally, Luo Fu was supposed to have today off, but because the group had an important guest and issue, she had to work an extra day... Hmm, tomorrow I have to send Ludwig to cram school again."

    ***

    In a rented room at Xinhong District.

    Lumian wasn’t monitoring Ludwig’s studies. After receiving Franca's gift and deleting the transfer details, he continued searching on his phone for information related to the Intis Group and "guests."

    "What are you looking for? Need help?" Anthony asked from across the table.

    "Not yet," Lumian replied without looking up. "I'm gathering information on Zaratulstra, but I can't search directly under that name."

    Before Anthony could ask further, Lumian added:

    "I want to know where Zaratulstra is staying and their upcoming schedule."

    "Are you planning to..." Anthony sharply caught on to Lumian's thoughts.

    Lumian looked up, a bright smile on his face:

    "Yes, take him out.

    "There’s no reason to always be on the defensive, dealing with the Celestial Worthy's moves and breaking them down. We can be proactive too—sneak in, assassinate, eliminate, and neutralize threats before they fully manifest.

    "Right now, we're all Sequence 7. It's not impossible to win. Based on our battle with the resurrected female corpse, as long as we don't let the enemy escape, aren't monitored, and leave no witnesses, the Celestial Worthy can't pinpoint us."

    Anthony nodded, indicating that Lumian's plan had no logical flaws.

    He just reminded him:

    "Even when suppressed to Sequence 7, that person is still essentially an angel. They’ll surely have some mystical, unique, and strange abilities, and they’re likely skilled in using substitutes. They won't be easy to kill. Plus, there might be other Celestial Worthy followers around them."

    "I know." Lumian smiled and nodded, "Even if the Extraordinary abilities of Zaratulstra are only at the level of Sequence 7, they are still incredibly strange and extremely terrifying. We must consider this before taking any action."

    After gathering some intelligence on Zaratulstra, Lumian used the Information Shredder to erase search records and began organizing his notes with pen, paper, and his brain.

    After repeatedly reviewing the organized information for a long time, he planned to accompany Ludwig to the next session at the cram school tomorrow and then find an opportunity to pursue a clue.

    Next, he took out a newly version and, for who knows how many times, carefully examined the information about each character in the Dream and their interactions with the team, as well as their initial findings from contacting these characters.

    ***

    The following day, at the Dream Tutoring Classes.

    Lumian slowly escorted Ludwig to the entrance of the elementary English class.

    Anderson glanced at him and greeted:

    "Do you want to join in the elementary class?"

    "No need, I prefer to learn painting." Lumian simply replied, pushing Ludwig toward Anderson.

    Anderson didn't continue the conversation with him, instead pulling Ludwig back into the classroom.

    Lumian sat across, patiently waiting as he had before.

    Not long after, he spotted Zhou Mingrui.

    Zhou Mingrui was wearing a white T-shirt with a design, looking much more relaxed than when he was at work.

    Zhou Mingrui was not surprised to see him here, having mentally prepared beforehand, and lightly nodded as a greeting.

    Lumian didn't engage in conversation, only politely acknowledging him.

    The more interactions, the less close they became, reducing the target's vigilance.

    Moreover, Franca's previous night's probing had been quite effective, successfully causing Zhou Mingrui to become wary of the Assassin drink, which would give Lumian time to digest heavy news like this.

    From this perspective, Franca being kicked out of the Dream this time was extremely valuable.

    After watching Zhou Mingrui turn into the classroom, Lumian retracted his gaze and started playing on his phone.

    At this moment, he suddenly had a premonition, raised his head, and looked toward the cram school's reception area.

    He saw the Principal Edwina in a white long dress, accompanying an elderly man.

    Behind them were several staff members of the Dream Tutoring Classes and some unfamiliar faces that Lumian hadn't seen before.

    Lumian's gaze fell on the elderly man, noticing that he was dressed in formal black attire, his hair was completely white, and his face bore long, thick white beard. His deep blue eyes were so dark that they almost lacked any light.

    Lumian squinted slightly; he had seen a portrait of this elderly man before:

    Zaratulstra!

    He's here at the Dream Tutoring Classes again? Lumian silently stood up and, like the others, retreated to avoid this group of people.

    Edwina stopped with Zaratulstra at the entrance of the Business English class, introducing the situation accordingly.

    Zaratulstra's gaze followed, looking toward the students.

    By this time, Lumian had retreated deep into the corridor, standing next to the fire alarm, and glanced up to check the surveillance cameras that could cover this area.

    He used the corner of his eye to keep an eye on Zaratulstra, ready to take out the surveillance cameras if Zaratulstra made any suspicious moves or wanted to speak with Zhou Mingrui. Then, he would trigger the fire alarm, causing chaos and forcing everyone to rush outside the Dream Tutoring Classes.

    During this process, he would play the role of a panicked parent, blocking Zaratulstra's actions with Ludwig.
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      Peplum
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      I don't know about you, but whenever I read Zaratulstra, I can't help but think of "Thus spoke Zarathustra"
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        vijay
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        I literally have the book on my desk and see it everytime I heard zarathustra 💀
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      WebnovelSlave
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      back from the dead, will the former sequence 1, dog of the mysteries, zarathul-stra, regain "His" lost aura? Or will he fail, even affecting loki with his unprecedented aura loss. Is it gonna be a W or an L, stay tuned folks, but first enjoy a commercial brought to you by Amon, "Monocles are the pinnacle of fashion, people these days just don't understand.... Don't believe me? Ask your Mom, your Sister, your Dog, your Dad,l I'm sure they'll agree..."
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      "I asked Madam Magician and Madam Judgment. They know every high-ranking member of the Steam Church, but none of them are named Stiano."


      God of Steam or an Angel from the Mystery Pryer Pathway.
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    (74) Chapter 958: Inside and Outside the Dream

    Once again, it was that Zaratulstra. Was his visit to the Dream Tutoring Classes similar to Zhou Mingrui’s, or did he have another purpose? Lumian pulled Ludwig out of the seating area while waiting for the staff to open the door to the game room. He smiled and asked Anderson:

    "Have you chatted with him?"

    Anderson, hands in his pockets, smiled and replied:

    "He said he wants to deeply influence someone and eliminate some people."

    Does he mean deeply influencing Zhou Mingrui? And who does he want to eliminate? Why did Zaratulstra discuss this with Anderson?

    One of his main reasons for coming to the Dream Tutoring Classes was to find Anderson, the representative of the “Fantasy Association,” the mute Anderson? Is this a symbol of cooperation between the Celestial Worthy and the Fantasy Association’s Evil God? Lumian walked toward the now-open gate and casually asked:

    "Someone like Danitz?"

    What he wanted to ask was whether Zaratulstra intended to eliminate a Dreamscape figure like the Oracle Danitz or someone like him, an outsider.

    Anderson, thumbs down, moved towards the stairs leading down from the gate:

    "At the time, I couldn’t figure out why he would target Danitz first. What role could Danitz possibly play? Maybe he just got lucky, the first to be cut down."

    Given that everyone was being suppressed at level 7, luck indeed plays a crucial role. From Anderson’s tone, did Zaratulstra and the mute Anderson work together to kill the Oracle?

    If mute Anderson participated, it means he had the chance to secretly disrupt and influence the unfolding events. That’s why the Oracle’s body was discovered by us early, rather than being taken to the morgue of the hospital as planned and "resurrected"?

    Lumian nodded thoughtfully.

    He felt that Anderson might have used the mute Dreamscape figure to disrupt Zaratulstra’s plans, leading to the elimination of Danitz but failing to utilize the Oracle’s body.

    —Lumian is currently uncertain whether Zaratulstra is more Zaratul or more Loki, so he directly uses the Dreamscape name to represent him.

    Damn, it was Anderson’s doing. No wonder he reported it to the authorities first... This also explains why we encountered the Oracle’s death—it wasn’t a coincidence... Lumian muttered to himself, passing by Anthony without retrieving his phone, as Anderson did as well.

    Taking advantage of the rare moment when there were very few people playing in the small square, he looked at the large advertisement on the store screen and asked casually:

    "What do you want to do with the Colorful Hostel?"

    "As soon as I arrived, someone stuffed money into my hands, gave me a fake hostel to manage, wouldn’t you want it? Faced with a sugar-coated bullet, you eat the sugar coating, throw away the bullet, isn’t that the most normal choice?" Anderson smiled back.

    "But sometimes, the sugar coating may be poisoned, or you may not have time to throw the bullet back, and you still can’t stop someone from forcing a child into your belly, can you?"

    "Great Mother," the temporary Child of God, Lumian, expressed his feelings.

    Anderson shivered for a second, then smiled:

    "If they really put it in, you don’t want it, but you’ll have to. If you keep fighting, you might end up nurturing a father-son or parent-child relationship."

    Lumian changed the question:

    "What do the people behind those who gave you money and stuffed the tavern want to do?"

    Anderson tilted his head and looked at him, smiling:

    "Isn’t that why I came to find you all?"

    Lumian’s thoughts quickly shifted, vaguely understanding the meaning behind Anderson’s words:

    One of the objectives of the Fantasy Association’s Evil God is to drag down the Celestial Worthy and maintain Dreamscape’s balance. Anderson seized this key point, which is why he actively contacted their group and spoke so frankly.

    Anderson once again looked ahead and headed towards the food area behind the stores:

    "Before this, I saw a saying online, quite amusing.

    "It said - I'm afraid my brother is suffering, and I'm even more afraid that my brother is driving a Land Rover."

    "Quite interesting." Lumian felt that Anderson didn’t need to be so obvious with his hints—he could understand perfectly well. Anderson continued:

    "A tavern, of course, will have guests, coming from different places."

    At this point, he suddenly pointed to a shop sign and said:

    "Complex as painting is, it is already news, also a door leading to the illusory world. If you could establish a perfect and real order in the world within the painting, would it not also become like a real world?"

    What is he hinting at? Suggesting that the Fantasy Association’s Evil God might have a purpose? Lacking key information, Lumian could only roughly grasp what Anderson was saying, unable to fully understand the true meaning behind the words.

    Starting from the knowledge he currently holds, Lumian feels that the Fantasy Association’s Evil God also seeks to occupy more paths, like the "Great Mother," "Tree of Desire," and has set sights on the path of the "Mystery Pryer" and the "Apprentice," representing the concept of "doors," representing otherworldly dimensions and space itself, as well as the paths of the "Lawyer" and the "Arbiter" which could allow the world within the painting to establish a true order.

    As Lumian pondered, Anderson pointed to another shop, smiling:

    "I’m just saying the world has loopholes; look over there."

    Lumian looked and saw a small shop named "Loen Delicacies," primarily selling sweet iced tea and Loen pancakes.

    "How can Loen have delicacies? That’s definitely a loophole." Anderson mocked.

    Lumian nodded: "Indeed."

    On this, the two Intis nationals easily reached a consensus.

    Meanwhile, Ludwig cried out: "I want to eat!"

    ***

    In the Maison d'Opéra district, on Black Hat Street, in an apartment.

    "Witch" Niceea sat before the dressing table, carefully reapplying her eyebrows and makeup in the gas lamp light.

    Suddenly, behind her, near the chair by the window, a figure appeared.

    It was Franca, relaxed.

    Franca silently watched Niceea, without making a sound.

    After chatting with Madam Magician and Madam Judgement about why she was expelled from Dreamscape and the issues with the Vice-President of the Hospital, she rested for a day. Before returning to Dreamscape, she purposely came to check on her subordinate, asking if she had made any progress recently.

    "Cannot just finish the task and completely disappear, not caring, like a missing superior!"

    After a few seconds, Niceea finally noticed and discreetly adjusted the mirror.

    Seeing it was her direct leader, she quietly exhaled and turned to say:

    "Good evening, madam."

    "Good evening. How have things been going recently?" Franca did not directly ask about the matter of the Emperor Party.

    — She had not yet contacted "007" because "007" was currently undergoing special training and seemed to have a chance to become Saint.

    Niceea's expression changed several times, showing some struggle and pain, but also a hint of resignation as she said:

    "I have become Groues's mistress."

    Groues was one of the trusted aides of Louis Gustave, the leader of the Emperor Party.

    This development is quite fast, considering you only recently became a "Witch"... Franca did not ask Niceea how she felt about it, but calmly asked:

    "Did Groues say anything?"

    Seeing that she was not being asked about the cunning process or actual experience of becoming a mistress, Niceea's internal turmoil, shame, and embarrassment lessened somewhat.

    She recalled and said:

    "He said Louis has been somewhat troubled recently, appearing extremely irritable, and the reason seems to be that he can't get in touch with an important person."

    "Which important person?" Franca inquired.

    "Groues doesn't know either, he just confirmed that there is such an important person who gives Louis a lot of confidence," Niceea shook her head.

    Unable to contact the Emperor Roselle in the mirror? Franca suddenly had this thought.

    She gently nodded and said:

    "Find a way to figure out who that important person is, and also keep an eye on the real movements of the Emperor Party."

    After speaking, her figure quickly faded and disappeared from the seat.

    Niceea quietly watched this lady leave, raised her right hand, and slowly caressed her face down to her lips.

    Franca directly returned to that luxurious villa and did not go to report to the "Black Demoness" that she had completely digested the "Afflictions" potion.

    Before considering whether the Witch Sect would reward her with the "Despair" potion under the condition that she had not yet established new merits, even if they would, she had no intention of holding the ceremony now, so she didn't bother to rush it.

    After dinner, near midnight, Franca stood up and headed towards her room.

    The slightly short Madam Judgement walked her to her room while advising:

    "The second time you return to the Dreamscape, operate under the same identity as before. The current experience should not differ much from the first time, but by the third time, we noticed that some attempts that would not originally eject you from the Dreamscape would now result in being expelled, possibly marked by Celestial Worthy.

    "So now, you should pay close attention to whether there are any subtle changes compared to the last time, to determine if the attention started from the second entry or the third. Also, do not engage in overly aggressive exploration in the coming days; you were just expelled, so you need to wait a while."

    "Yes, I will be careful," Franca remembered that the documents mentioned these aspects.

    Going upstairs and reaching the entrance, Madam Judgement added:

    "There are many things we cannot give you to bring into the dream because we have used them in the dream, and they have also been marked.

    "If you want to earn money, one way is to have someone go to Hall Corporation under Hall Group to accept an invitation. Although Miss Justice cannot re-enter the dream, as a Dream Weaver and member of Major Arcana, she can still influence the Dreamscape somewhat."

    "Understood," Franca responded with a smile, "Thank you."

    She then entered the room, lay back on the bed, and held the lucky gold coin in her hand.

    She tried it yesterday; if she didn't place the lucky gold coin beside her, she would just have normal sleep and dreams, occasionally flashing fragments of the Dream City, like scenes witnessed from Luo Fu.

    Franca closed her eyes and regulated her breathing.
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      Lumian looked and saw a small shop named "Ruen Delicacies," primarily selling sweet iced tea and Dipsy pancakes.

      "How can Ruen have delicacies? That’s definitely a loophole." Anderson mocked.

      Ruen should be Loen
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      we can finally meet modern day audrey blushed
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      there is another chapter can you put it
      and thanks
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        Максим Довбняк
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        Wow, thanks. Cuttlefish delights us this weekend. I'll post it in 30 minutes, need time for translation and editing
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      Hall Group... Can they guess Audrey's real identity?
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    Money… opening a hotel requires money… That evil god of the Fantasy Association didn't directly give money, but made the bestowed offer it themselves… In Mr. Fool's dream city, money indeed has a strong symbolic meaning, and the evil gods have to worry about it…

    Mr fool made all the od have financial difficulty and experience the feeling of having to count every penny. Who can match this? Truly a great existence. Praise Mrfool.
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    In Mr. Fool's dream city, money indeed has a strong symbolic meaning, and the evil gods have to worry about it…

    I mean it's understandable oru2x .
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    (73) Chapter 957: A Special Ability Once Obtained

    "A name that leaves a deep impression on you":

    "Hi. Do you want to play again?"

    "I hope it will be more spectacular than last night." Lumian brought his phone closer to his mouth and responded using voice input.

    Nearby, Old Ha looked at him with eyes full of envy and longing:

    The young people’s life is really colorful...

    No wonder he's 22 years old with a 7-year-old kid... Unfortunately, I don’t dare...

    Very quickly, Anderson responded to Lumian:

    "Pick a place where we can discuss some secrets."

    "Alright." Lumian didn't refuse.

    "The time is set for 6 PM, I prefer sunlight." Anderson sent an "OK" emoji.

    Similarly, Lumian replied, "No problem," before the former Fog Sea's strongest hunter used words to ask:

    "Your WeChat name is 'Fool', are you suggesting that you think you’re not smart enough?"

    Lumian chuckled and said:

    "I really like the Tarot cards, I find the 'Fool' card really cool, so I call myself 'Fool' as a kind of imitation."

    "Sometimes, people like to use noble reasons to hide their own issues. This is a phrase I’ve come to like recently, I give it to you as well." Anderson replied, sending a "Bye-bye" emoji. Lumian did not respond.

    After resting for a while, he and Old Ha once again patrolled the building.

    On the tenth floor, while patrolling within the Intis internal group, Lumian saw Zhou Mingrui coming out of a public restroom.

    As their eyes met, Lumian gently nodded, acknowledging him.

    Zhou Mingrui hadn't encountered him for the past two days, and since security patrols on the floors were routine work, there was no sign of alertness or suspicion, and he nodded back.

    After a brief encounter, Lumian naturally checked the surroundings for potential fire hazards.

    He didn't intend to use this opportunity to remind Zhou Mingrui about the existence of supernatural forces during the day; firstly, they hadn't reached a level where they could talk openly, and even if he hinted strongly, the other party might not be willing to listen. Secondly, he needed to wait for Franca to be expelled from the Dreamscape to determine whether any abnormalities afterward were residual effects from the reminder or were caused by today's exploration.

    Zhou Mingrui, seeing that the security guard, Li Ming, didn't exhibit any strange behavior or say anything odd, felt his suspicions diminish a bit.

    At 6 PM, the sunlight still shone brightly on the small square in front of the store, illuminating the playground equipment for children.

    A transparent crystal cylinder contained six slowly rotating seats.

    In the middle of the cylinder, various colored balls were continuously being sprayed out, flying in all directions. Ludwig held a fishing net to catch them.

    Lumian sat beside him, like a true parent, while Anderson sat next to them.

    Anderson, who didn’t have children, was sitting there leisurely, occasionally lifting the net to catch a ball, without any embarrassment or awkwardness for being an adult in a children’s playground without kids.

    At this moment, aside from the three of them, there was no one else around, everyone had gone home for dinner.

    "This place is very isolated, no one to disturb or eavesdrop, and I’ve checked the equipment, no problems." Lumian smiled at Anderson. "I initially thought about choosing the carousel, but it’s not private enough for discussing secrets."

    As they spoke, they followed the seats, rotating around the central cylinder.

    "This effectively compensates for my lost childhood." Anderson glanced at Ludwig, then looked at Lumian and said, "Do you ever feel like this world isn’t real, that many people are like puppets in a theater, seemingly normal at first, but some details scare you?"

    "Why are you talking to me, to my girlfriend, about such things?" Lumian didn’t answer but asked in return.

    The girlfriend was Jenna.

    Anderson smiled knowingly and said:

    "Because I feel you are very real, more real than the people around us."

    Lumian smiled back:

    "Yes, when I'm free, I sometimes feel like this world isn’t real, like it's a gigantic Dreamscape. It seems like we’re making our own choices, but in reality, we're being subtly influenced and guided by the subconscious of the dreamer, and when they wake up, everything will disappear like bubbles."

    As the music accompanying the ocean balls played, Anderson’s smile deepened:

    "This activity has a time limit, we can't stay here forever.

    "Have you heard of the term 'Divine Artifact Territory'?"

    Is this a mutual identity confirmation? Lumian glanced at the crystal cylinder outside, smiled, and answered Anderson’s question:

    "I've heard of it."

    Outside this children's playground equipment, Anthony was holding Lumian and Anderson’s phones, waiting there.

    Anderson sighed with a smile:

    "Communicating with you is indeed easier than with someone else.

    "Some people, their brains might as well be growing in their gloves."

    Anderson continued:

    "I once ventured into the 'Divine Artifact Territory,' encountered some dangerous things, and it caused some changes in me:

    "In sufficiently peculiar Dreamscapes, if I receive a strong enough stimulus, I’ll break free from the dream state and maintain a certain level of lucidity in the Dreamscape."

    So that's why you realized the Dreamscape City isn’t real? Lumian didn’t ask Anderson further but maintained silence.

    He still wasn’t clear on the relationship between the Colorful Hostel and Anderson.

    Anderson laughed and said:

    "That adventure was extremely thrilling, but unfortunately, I can’t write it down in a book, after all, I'm not the protagonist.

    "In recent years, I often dream about living in a large modern city, which makes me look forward to sleeping.

    "In that dream, sometimes I'm a language teacher, sometimes I'm an unsuccessful painter, they should be the same person, just in different life states.

    "Later, the painter became deaf and mute, and his painting skills underwent a qualitative change.

    "I was stimulated and woke up in the Dreamscape, gaining some clarity.

    "I discovered that someone was giving me money, helping me open a studio, open a tavern; wicked knowledge, how could I refuse such a good thing? How could I turn down their kindness?"

    In other words, Anderson’s Dreamscape persona was influenced by some reason and he became a true Painter, which in turn stimulated the real Anderson, allowing his consciousness to enter the Dreamscape through his peculiarities? So, the Dreamscape persona of Anderson split: sometimes being the test prep teacher Anderson, the former Fog Sea’s strongest hunter, and sometimes being the deaf-mute painter Anderson. Test prep teacher Anderson contacted us after realizing we were outsiders? Lumian nodded in understanding.

    "This is quite similar to Luo Shan's situation, except in reality, Luo Shan doesn't have the specific aspect of Dreamscape, no way to reach it on her own, and no means to counteract the forces or resist the corruption of the Evil God.

    'So, how's my story? Pretty interesting, right? Any comments?' Anderson suddenly shifted the conversation.

    Lumian's hand, hidden under the table, clenched:

    'What happens next in the story? In reality, if Anderson doesn’t actively enter the Dreamscape, the deaf-mute Anderson in the dream shouldn't affect him.'

    Anderson spread his hands wide and laughed:

    'Can you be 100% sure it won’t affect him?'

    'No,' Lumian answered straightforwardly.

    Anderson nodded lightly, with the affectionate look of a scholar toward a less knowledgeable child:

    'Moreover, that Dreamscape is extremely intriguing and fun. As humans, it offers an alternative form of entertainment.

    'I once told Danitz in the dream to be careful at night not to turn into a deaf-mute me, but unfortunately, he didn’t understand my hint. If I could make something to disguise as Edwina, he would be even more proactive in engaging his mind, pondering over what I said.'

    'Did you paint the deaf-mute artist? Do you also have the skill to draw after your transformation?' Lumian asked, recalling last night’s events.

    Luo Shan had also drawn another "self," and after Franca helped to destroy it, her condition improved significantly.

    Is Anderson adjusting my "state" by lending me a hand?

    Anderson clicked his tongue and said:

    'Isn't the body you use during the day the same as the one at night?'

    'The body changes are consistent,' Lumian pondered and asked:

    'In the Dreamscape, an artist should not be able to draw something real on paper, right? There are too many obstacles.'

    All abilities should be suppressed to the seventh level at most, yet last night, Anderson could move freely around the residence and even talk before entering the art room.

    Anderson laughed:

    'The Dreamscape always has some peculiarities and exceptions. If the dream owner has a symbolic flaw, then their Dreamscape will naturally have some holes. This is how a part of their symbol manifests in the Dreamscape, unless they are fully conscious and controlling it; otherwise, there's no way to prevent it.

    'Deaf-mute Anderson originally doesn’t exist, it’s just another state of mine. But he hides in the dream owner’s thoughts and recognition, so once I draw him, he doesn’t need to be invaded from the outside; he can become real, though he can't leave the art room and is extremely weak.'

    'Did Mr. Fool ever meet a deaf-mute Anderson or imagine Anderson becoming deaf and mute?' Lumian lightly stroked his chin and said:

    'Was it you who led me into the art room?' Anderson’s smile clearly revealed:

    'Of course, after entering the art room, while you were looking at those paintings, I took the opportunity to leave through a prepared painting and activated the deaf-mute Anderson painting.

    'That was my art room, equivalent to the Hunter’s home field, so there were definitely additional arrangements.

    'I then changed my clothes, and you didn’t recognize me?'

    'Why did you change your clothes?' Lumian asked inquisitively.

    Anderson smiled again: 'Just for fun.'

    This is Anderson's style. Does every successful Hunter have a mischievous streak? Lumian agreed with Anderson’s explanation, thinking that if it were him, he might have done the same.

    Anderson glanced at the time, noticing the end of the entertainment session:

    'Now it's my turn to ask questions, right?

    'What are you guys here for?'

    This didn't seem like a question, more like a confirmation.

    'To awaken the dream owner in the best, most human state,' Lumian replied simply.

    Anderson suddenly smiled:

    'A few days ago, a foreigner came to visit the cram school. He seemed just as real as you.'

    'What’s his name?' Lumian asked, outwardly calm.

    At this moment, the sea ball stopped erupting, and the rotating seats slowed down until they stopped completely.

    Anderson stood up and smiled: “Zaratulstra”.
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      Заратул меня бесил и в 1 книге и теперь во 2. Видимо ему мало досталось тогда, раз опять вылез и нарывается 😠
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      Ждём как каракатица снова опустит заратула
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      I've just went in a realization that many authorities are present in this dream.
      Daytime - Sun
      Information and Technology - Paragon, White Tower
      The Dream itself - Visionary and Darkness
      Mushu Hospital - Mother and Abyss
      Uber - Amon
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        Spectator_d
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        About Amon - it was witty.
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          purple_emperor
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          Hostel - Trivago
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      Так и думал Андерсон из утопии здесь замешан
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        Spectator_d
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        The Spirit Worm is lost. Life is hard these days, part of you can escape and you won't even notice.
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    Chapters 955-956 in comments to chapter 943.
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      Bipin123
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      Thanks for the info.
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      Ken
      Ken
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      CF dropped an extra chapter
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        Максим Довбняк
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        Oh, thanks, I'll send it soon
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