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Chapter 992: The Unknowing Questioner

Luo Shan sat in a café near the police station, monitoring Franca and Jenna's whereabouts using a white pigeon she had temporarily modified.

She had drawn her own mark on the pigeon, as well as a hidden miniature camera. By wearing sunglasses with a receiving device drawn on them, she could obtain the corresponding signal. At the same time, she could use the connection between a Painter and a painting to drive the corresponding mark, thereby directing the pigeon.

Of course, this had to be maintained within a certain distance.

After seeing Franca and Jenna come out of Star Dream Provisions Store, Luo Shan quickly had the white pigeon follow them.

As she followed, she found that the two targets were approaching the police station area, which was where she was.

Luo Shan's heart skipped a beat.

Fortunately, her anxiety didn't last too long. Franca and Jenna only came to this street and didn't actually walk to the café door.

Phew… Just as Luo Shan breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Franca and Jenna, who were already five or six steps away from the café, disappear into thin air simultaneously.

Wh— Luo Shan's pupils suddenly dilated.

The next second, two people sat down opposite her.

One was Luo Fu, the other was Jian Na.

Luo Shan's movements froze instantly, as if she had turned into a statue.

"Were you monitoring us?" Jenna asked in a friendly manner.

Franca put the two mirrors in her hand on the coffee table, creating a Mirror Maze.

"I-I wanted to see what you were really doing, if you were deceiving me, if you were bad people." Luo Shan's voice gradually rose.

It's still the aftereffects of the talk about the dreamscape… I wonder if the Mirror Maze can deceive a Reporter's ability to explore the truth? Probably not… How to guard against this kind of prying in the future? Communicate important things via phone and delete chat records afterwards using the Information Shredder? No, except for me, Lumian, Jenna, Anthony and Ludwig don't speak Chinese, phone communication is done through voice conversion, which can also be heard… The Bottle of Fiction probably can't isolate it either, unless it's the Realm of Mysteries… Can we only communicate in places far away from a Reporter in the future? Franca thought of many things in an instant.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and looked at Luo Shan.

"You can follow us openly if you want, you can watch from the side if you want to see, it's just that some things will be more dangerous, we may not even be able to protect ourselves well. Um, if we're going to face this kind of thing, we'll tell you in advance, and you can weigh whether you want to follow or not."

Luo Shan didn't expect Franca and others to be so honest, and was momentarily speechless.

Franca took the opportunity to say, "We're going to a place next to confirm whether certain people have become more fake. Do you want to go?"

Confirm if they've become more fake? Luo Shan suddenly felt a bit scared, but she didn't want to deceive herself forever and not uncover the answer.

After a moment's hesitation, she said, "I'll go."

Franca laughed. "It's good that you have the ability to explore the truth, you can intuitively help us confirm, without us having to devise dangerous plans."

She didn't know yet if Lumian's Eye of Calamity could discover the problems with Huang Jiajia, Ai Nana and others, so she planned to use a Reporter's ability.

This way, they might even discover the aspects in which the fake people were fake, and thus obtain key evidence that could be reported to the police.

Moreover, Jenna had previously told Franca that since Luo Shan already knew the current world was a dream and was in a state of unwillingness to believe, full of doubt but unable to completely deceive herself, they shouldn't delay, lest she did something stupid because of it, or her mental state became problematic and was exploited by that evil god of the Fantasy Association.

Jenna felt that, having already chosen to be honest and truthful, they should continue this style. On the one hand, stabilize Luo Shan's mental and emotional state through psychological treatment, and on the other hand, let Luo Shan face the truth step by step under their control, confirm the facts, and not let her imagine, try, or do things blindly, which could likely bring greater disaster.

In other words, when problems had already appeared and couldn't be avoided, it was better to place them under one's own control and release them with precautions, rather than letting the problems develop on their own.

So, for something that could have been done with the Mystery Prying Glasses, they chose to ask Luo Shan for "help".

Outside Star Tutoring Classes.

Franca and Jenna brought Luo Shan to a white car that was unlocked and unoccupied.

Anthony, who had received a WeChat message from Franca, was already on standby nearby, ready to treat Luo Shan if she had a mental breakdown.

"This is?" Luo Shan didn't expect there would be such a car waiting by the roadside for them to use.

"Our companion drove it over; to convenience our observations," Franca explained simply.

Luo Shan asked in understanding, "Lumina who played cards with us?"

That's how Franca and the others had introduced her.

"Sort of," Jenna had no intention of letting the Spectator onto the stage.

After a while, they saw Huang Jiajia walk out of Star Tutoring Classes.

"It's her," Franca quickly informed Luo Shan.

Luo Shan raised her right hand through the car window, pinching the sides of her eye sockets.

She then saw the target person overlapping with windows, street trees, and cars.

She also saw a large number of invisible threads floating out from the target's body, extending towards the sky.

These threads were tied to the target's joints and organs.

With the pulling of these invisible threads, the target made corresponding movements, walking towards the nearest bus stop.

It's just like a puppet on strings… Luo Shan's hair stood on end.

When she had explored the truth before, she hadn't seen similar situations with people around, or rather, similar situations weren't obvious enough to be noticed by her.

Taking advantage of the time she had, Luo Shan observed the passing pedestrians.

She saw that these pedestrians also had a large number of invisible thin threads floating towards the sky, but these threads were all very loose, without the tension of pulling the human body to make movements.

"…" Luo Shan's body suddenly tensed, then slumped, leaning sideways against the backrest of the car's rear seat.

She ended her exploration and said as if sleep-talking, "It's indeed more fake…"

"What are the specific details?" Jenna tried to alleviate the emotional impact on Luo Shan by discussing business.

Franca sent a message to Anthony: "Closely monitor the target's state."

Luo Shan described in a floating voice the scene she had seen and the comparison between the target and normal people.

During this process, Anthony, who was in disguise, pretended to be a middle-aged man smoking by the roadside, drawing closer to Luo Shan, and quietly using Placate.

After Luo Shan finished speaking, she fell completely silent, not saying a word.

Jenna and Franca looked at her sympathetically, temporarily not starting a new topic.

They were waiting for Anthony's notification. Only when Anthony said it was okay would they speak, and only when Anthony said what aspects to talk about would they construct corresponding language.

"I want, I want to go to the North City Cemetery," Luo Shan finally spoke.

"Okay," Franca immediately agreed.

At the same time, she received a message from Anthony, who had turned his back and used voice input: "The target's emotional state has stabilized to some extent, but there are still remnants of negativity, pessimism, and despair.

"Don't talk about anything, any casual words in the current situation might stimulate the target. Only answer when she asks."

Franca forwarded these messages to Jenna, then started the car and drove onto the main road.

The car was silent again, with only the faint sound of the engine.

After the vehicle reached the North City overpass, Luo Shan, who seemed to have become a clay puppet, muttered to herself, "In realit—in that world outside, is there another me?"

"Yes," Jenna answered.

She strictly followed the Psychiatrist's instructions, only answering Luo Shan's questions without any expansion.

Luo Shan fell silent again.

Finally, the car arrived at North City Cemetery and stopped in the parking lot.

Luo Shan pressed the door handle, paused for a few seconds, and said, "I'll go in by myself, you don't need to follow."

"Okay," Jenna and Franca responded in unison.

Luo Shan opened the car door and put one foot out.

At this moment, she half-turned her body and asked with dark eyes, "Are you here to awaken Zhou Mingrui?"

"Yes." Jenna didn't hide it.

On this topic, she felt it necessary to say a few more words, so she added, "If Zhou Mingrui isn't awakened, everything will be destroyed when the apocalypse comes, including this dream.

"And the apocalypse is only a few years away."

Luo Shan looked at the seat cover in front of her with empty eyes, as if wanting to confirm details, "Why did Zhou Mingrui need to sleep?"

"To fight against an evil force," Franca explained concisely.

This was consistent with the core of the story she had made up before.

Luo Shan maintained her previous posture and asked subconsciously, "Has that evil force been defeated, so Zhou Mingrui can be awakened?"

Wh— Hearing this question, both Franca and Jenna were shocked.

They looked at each other, unable to answer Luo Shan's question for a moment.

Yes, if the Celestial Worthy's consciousness has been defeated, Mr. Fool could wake up on his own. If He hadn't been defeated, how would forcibly awakening him be essentially different from the situation before he went to sleep?

Or does the act of "awakening" itself symbolize the defeat of the Celestial Worthy's consciousness?

Mr. Fool wakes up while the Celestial Worthy is still asleep, will there be a change in the balance of power, with the scales of victory tilting towards Mr. Fool?

If this guess is correct, that's fine, but if it's wrong, does it mean our direction isn't right?

The Major Arcana have always focused on "awakening", but should we actually weaken the Celestial Worthy first?

"We're currently still in the stage of confirming the situation, we're not sure if that evil force has been defeated yet," Franca answered truthfully.

Luo Shan bit her lip and didn't ask any more questions.

She got out of the car completely and walked into the cemetery's attached flower shop, buying two bunches of white chrysanthemums.

She walked slowly forward, her figure gradually disappearing among the tombstones.

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    EmpressOfMisfortune
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    As I wrote before: I think the essence of waking up is humanity and anchors. Like with supressing any mental imprint. Defeating the Celestial Worthy is wishful thinking. But weakening the imprint and having more anchors and humanity can make one the dominant force and achieve a sort of balance.
    With the world being the key point as elaborated in recent chapters.
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    As CF likes to do, the battle between Klein and the CW can be decided by whichever of them overcomes their inner fears. Will Klein stop being afraid of the CW? Will CW stop being afraid of AG?
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      Voltage
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      Is it so hard to type what AG stands for?
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        Tимофей Кыркелан
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        Almighty God
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      Srotoshinni
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      I don't think CW is afraid of GA, in his defense he killed GA, stayed alive, ripped all OTS sephiras even made a surefire contingency plan unlike GA
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    (122) Chapter 1006: Speaking From Experience

    Lumian glanced at Franca, whose pupils had returned to their original blue after her promotion. Inside her eyes, he saw faint reflections of lights, sometimes bright, sometimes dimly yellow.

    "That's right," he echoed with a sigh. Franca remained silent.

    After a long while, she mumbled as if in a trance, "Do you know? I can never go back..."

    "What happened?" Lumian asked, following the thread of her words.

    Franca began recounting how, from the moment she and Jenna woke up in the hospital beneath the underground area of Mushu Hospital, she had been struggling with finding the courage to speak about what had happened, as if she needed more time to mentally prepare.

    Lumian didn't rush her. He listened quietly, occasionally asking for details.

    When Franca got to the part about choosing to force her promotion using the unique properties of the Dreamscape, allowing her to face the "Primordial Demoness", Lumian raised an eyebrow.

    Although Lumian had already deduced that Franca had ascended to the "Demoness of Despair" through a combination of extraordinary intuition and the laws of supernatural characteristics, he still felt that this method had a certain element of design.

    The conditions for ascending to the "Demoness of Despair" had just happened to come together at that critical moment!

    Of course, Lumian wasn’t there in person. If he had been, he would've burned a candle made from corpse oil and used his will to destroy any obstacles.

    After Franca described how she fell into the Abyss after the collapse of the mirrored world and the last section of the corridor, she paused for a few seconds. Then, she described how she slowed her descent, sensed her spirit and mind approaching the Abyss, and eventually chose to embrace the gray-white mist and plunge into it.

    Her body began to tremble as she spoke, but she pushed through, describing the faint door of light, the transparent "cocoons," the rapidly spinning illusory celestial sphere, the solemn voice, and the "cocoon" containing her past self. She conveyed all of this to Lumian.

    Lumian had long suspected that "transmigration" wasn't as simple as Franca and her fellow "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society" members had thought. He suspected that the truth was something terrifying, beyond their comprehension. That's why, during their time in the Dream City, he and Jenna had treated Franca with extra care, trying to make it clear that they valued her. However, he hadn't expected the truth to be like this.

    It wasn't spatial transmigration, but temporal transmigration... One can return from space, but can one reverse time? No, if that were possible, resurrecting Aurore wouldn’t be so difficult... Lumian's mood suddenly turned melancholic.

    He felt as if he had forever lost something vital—people he deeply missed and cherished memories. The sorrow, regret, and anguish felt like a sharp blade carving his soul.

    He realized that this was Aurore's grief, shared with him through Franca’s story and their emotional resonance.

    Home—he could never go back.

    "That's the gist of it," Franca said. "I suspect that the Western Continent is what my homeland looks like thousands, or even tens of thousands, of years in the future."

    Lumian closed his eyes, forcing a smile.

    "I suddenly feel lucky," he said. "At least I still have the hope of resurrecting Aurore, whereas you don’t even have the solace of memory."

    Franca blinked, momentarily stunned. Then, laughing angrily, she said, "F*ck! Can you 'Hunters' ever say something useful? How can such venomous words come out of a human mouth?"

    "I thought you would kick me across the room," Lumian responded with a teasing expression. Franca suddenly understood his true intention and, with a huff, said, "I was tempted. You’d make a great punching bag right now."

    She paused, looking out the window again, her gaze lost in the warm, quiet night.

    "Earlier, you said that even if we fail, another group will replace us, and in the worst case, we’ll all face the end of the world together. At the time, I didn’t fully agree with you, but... I still felt like my life had some meaning."

    "I said that on purpose, so you would feel needed and valued," Lumian admitted with a smile. "Even though I didn’t know exactly what you were going through at the time, I could tell your mood."

    Franca turned to Lumian and let out an "Ah."

    "For Hunters, it's not about what they say but what they do. I know you had Luo Shan and Jenna bring Zhou Mingrui to the underground area."

    Before Lumian could respond, Franca, now more curious than despairing, asked, "How did you enter that psychological trauma?"

    This was the deepest part of the Abyss! Lumian chuckled and explained, "I encountered Lu Yong’an on the second floor below ground. She must have arrived through some external method, unlike Grimm, who was influenced by the Dreamscape."

    "So, when we met at the Crimson Moon Hospital, she likely knew I wasn’t a true Child of God but still cooperated with me. Perhaps, to the Great Mother, it doesn’t matter if I’m a real or fake Child of God. As long as I carry that title, it might become true eventually."

    Lu Yong’an had told him that the only way to enter the Abyss was to seek the Mother’s help.

    "You didn’t pray, did you?" Franca asked, her earlier despair momentarily forgotten.

    She instinctively glanced at Lumian’s abdomen.

    "Of course not," Lumian said with a smile. He had told the story about Lu Yong’an specifically to shift Franca’s emotions, preventing her from fully succumbing to grief.

    Knowing how to handle such situations, he said what needed to be said, ensuring that Franca didn’t sink further into despair.

    The most important thing was that Lumian himself was a "Demoness of Despair" and had already gone through the process of integrating this role and fully absorbing the "Drive Yourself to Despair" part of his potion. He also had access to reports from the world’s best "psychologists" on how to stabilize mental states and prevent losing control.

    This was why he calmly shared his true thoughts and feelings with Franca, making sure to anchor her in reality. Otherwise, no "Hunter" would ever reveal their innermost thoughts so easily.

    Franca exhaled, unable to suppress her relief.

    "So, what did you use to break into the Abyss?" Franca asked. Lumian smiled.

    "A candle made from corpse oil."

    He took out the half-used candle, tinged with a yellowish-red hue, and sighed. "The Fire of Destruction burns too fiercely. This candle can only be used one more time."

    Franca recalled Lumian’s previous story about using the candle in a contract ritual, realizing that the entity involved was likely a terrifying will at the top of both the "Hunter" and "Demoness" paths. Her eyes widened.

    "You're a bit extreme..."

    She didn’t finish the thought, knowing that this extremity was to save her.

    Lumian described the terrifying will that had descended during the contract ritual, along with the residual aura of the "Blood Emperor." Finally, he said, "At first, I couldn’t enter the gray mist, but then a bolt of exaggerated lightning struck it."

    "That was..." Franca thought for a moment. "Miss Justice passed down an incantation. It sounded like a name, meant to be recited in Ancient Hermes."

    She dared not utter the incantation, fearing it would summon a similar bolt of lightning even without the proper supernatural language.

    "Could Mr. Fool have created such a powerful incantation within the Dreamscape?" Lumian pondered. "It could be related to a True God or some other great entity. Or maybe it’s someone connected to Mr. Fool."

    "Hmm." Franca was more concerned about another issue, "How do you feel now?"

    Lumian raised his right hand, palm facing upward, revealing a small patch of pale skin and beneath it, faint ancient dark red markings:

    "After the mutation, the aura of the 'Blood Emperor' and the Underworld Daoist's Seal have somewhat merged. They can actually fuse..."

    "At the moment, there are no external manifestations and no significant changes." Lumian reviewed his own condition and added:

    "Additionally, I feel like there's something extra within me, but I can't detect it, and it doesn't seem to affect me... It feels more like a lingering side effect from a secret contract ritual, creating a sort of illusion."

    "For the next two days, you should actively find a way to leave the Dreamscape and ask Madam Magician check on you." Franca reminded Lumian, urging him not to ignore the matter and to quickly confirm the situation.

    Lumian nodded and then said:

    "For the next two days, you should go to the company and handle your work. Previously, you stayed in your position to lure out Zaratulstra from the shadows. In an emergency, you could escape the Dreamscape to avoid danger, but now, you can't temporarily leave this place."

    Franca suddenly remembered her current state — before she fully digested the "Despair" potion, if she left the Dreamscape and returned to reality, she would immediately lose control and turn into a monster.

    "Hmm." She didn’t act tough, realizing that she was still in trouble. Then, she turned her body, preparing to leave the window.

    "Aren't you going to continue looking at the night scene outside?" Lumian casually asked. Franca pressed her lips and replied:

    "The more I look, the more I long for it. The more I look, the more I can’t bear to leave…"

    She paused, half-turning her body, once again casting her gaze at the night scene outside the window. After a few seconds of staring, her voice drifted, full of emotion:

    "If I were Mr. Fool, I might want to keep sleeping like this, lying in this beautiful dream, never wanting to wake up…"


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      astront1553
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      Emotive chapter, I like it welldone
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      TempestUknow
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      in early paras transmigration is wrongly translated as transcendence
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      Error404
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      There is an extra chapter today.
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      WebnovelSlave
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      The last sentence might be hinting that they should turn this 'beautiful' dream into something full of dangers and disasters, urging Klein to regain some memories and wake up. It made me remember how Klein used to always choose the most chaotic options when things get out of control.
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