Chapter 900

Ludwig, dressed in children's formal wear, looked at the "altar" that had just been cleaned up and licked his lips with considerable regret:

"If we had caught that bird with a human head just now and stewed it with the fat duck, we could have gained the trait of controlling one's own fear emotions in the dream, and perhaps relied on fear to wake up...

"Besides..."

The seven or eight-year-old boy raised his fingers and began to count them one by one:

"The gray beasts of Dabila Star, if cooked by roasting, can ensure one doesn't get lost in most dreams for seven days...

"The Black Dream Tapir, a type of Spirit Realm creature, feeds on emotions like joy, happiness, delight, and longing in human dreams. Using its residual dust to mix wine can prevent the drinker from being deceived by the beauty of a dream and sinking into it, unwilling to wake up. At the same time, every time one drinks that kind of wine, one can clearly distinguish which part is reality and which part is a dream for the next ten days...

"The Nightmare King, a creature at the angel level that rules the Four-Snake Planet in the Y galaxy—eating its gallbladder directly can permanently grant the trait of dream lucidity...

"..."

The more Ludwig spoke, the hungrier he became, and he couldn't help but ask his godfather, who had turned into a woman, for a few sandwich cookies to fill his stomach.

After he finished listing the ingredients he could currently recall, Anthony said thoughtfully:

"Perhaps I have encountered a Black Dream Tapir."

Seeing Lu Mian looking at him, Anthony said after some deliberation:

"Some time ago, I met a patient at the psychological clinic. He had been having nightmares for three consecutive weeks, his spirit was listless, his emotions were numb, and he was very pessimistic.

"I provided him with formal psychotherapy and also tried to use extraordinary abilities like 'hypnosis' to solve the problem, but it only allowed him to avoid nightmares for two or three days before he returned to his original state.

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

"Psychological clinic?" Lu Mian asked casually while nodding.

Anthony explained simply:

"To join the 'Psychological Alchemy Society,' one needs to fully integrate into the circle of psychologists. I have now officially become a practicing physician at a psychological clinic."

Lu Mian gave an "um" and said while pondering:

"The higher the sequence of a new joiner, the less likely they are to be trusted by those secret organizations. Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 are fine; in the category of wild Beyonders, they are levels ordinary people have a chance to reach. Sequence 6 is barely acceptable, but Sequence 5 involves rituals, and very few pure wild Beyonders can reach this level. Aren't you worried that becoming a 'Dreamwalker' now will affect your subsequent joining of the 'Psychological Alchemy Society'?"

Anthony smiled peacefully:

"My 'Dreamwalker' potion formula and corresponding materials were all purchased in batches from a member of the 'Psychological Alchemy Society.' The funds provided by Lady 'Justice' were mainly as a reward."

"I see..." Lu Mian turned to ask Ludwig, "What level is the strength of a Black Dream Tapir roughly at?"

"Strong ones have faint divinity, weak ones are equivalent to Sequence 7," Ludwig said with an expectant look.

"Going to the Spirit Realm to find a human-headed bird demon or a Black Dream Tapir is not something we can manage, unless we ask Lady 'Magician' or the 'Holy Spirit Angel' who manages the Spirit Realm on behalf of Mr. 'Fool' for help," Lu Mian said to Anthony. "Do you have a way to let me enter that patient's dream? I want to confirm if it's a Black Dream Tapir and if there's a chance to catch it."

"I purchased two dream-entry charms from the 'Psychological Alchemy Society,' and Lady 'Justice' also gave me one," Anthony answered truthfully.

Lu Mian laughed, pulled up his cloak, and covered his face:

"Then let's go 'visit' that patient tonight."

Anthony suppressed the disappointment brought by that stunningly beautiful face being blocked, nodded, and followed behind Lu Mian, who was holding Ludwig's hand, as they walked toward the ground.

After walking a few dozen meters, Ludwig tilted his head and looked at Lu Mian, saying:

"Mother..."

He simply felt that since his godfather had become a female, he should change how he addressed her.

Mother... Lu Mian's heart skipped a beat, and his voice became stern:

"You should still call me godfather."

"Yes, godfather," Ludwig complied readily. "I've had some bad premonitions recently."

"Bad premonitions?" Lu Mian asked as if thinking. "Are they about yourself, or all of us?"

Ludwig was quite honest:

"My own."

Lu Mian nodded slightly and laughed:

"I probably know what it is. There's no major problem; just endure it and it will pass.

"By then, you will have the opportunity to accumulate contributions to exchange for different parts of a demigod's gifted corpse."

Ludwig's eyes lit up instantly, having forgotten that his premonition was leaning toward the bad:

"Okay, godfather!"

Opera House District, Black Hat Street, inside an apartment with the curtains drawn.

Niseia, nearly 1.7 meters tall, stood in front of a full-length mirror, gazing at her reflection:

Her face was fair and clean, her brown hair naturally slightly curly and draped down, her brown eyes deep yet revealing a hint of clarity, her lips bright red and moist, slightly parted, revealing two rows of white teeth, her figure curvaceous, her height neither short nor tall, just right...

What a charming young lady this was.

Niseia looked at herself with obsession, her right hand falling onto her rosy lips, then slowly moving downward, heading toward her towering chest.

She hadn't expected that the extraordinary power promised by that "Witch" would be obtained in such a way. When she was immersed in and proud of the various abilities brought by the "Assassin" potion and committed numerous crimes, the ending was already doomed.

She was forced to drink the "Witch" potion and became a woman, which was strongly separated from and hostile to her male perception of the past twenty-plus years.

The current her seemed to have split into two people: one angry, pained, and wanting to take revenge on those "Witches" and this world; the other conquered by her charming beauty, a figure with no flaws, and a pleasure different from the past, falling in love with her current self, even wanting to drink a higher-sequence potion to make herself more perfect and charming.

Suddenly, Niseia followed her spiritual intuition, took her hand off her chest, turned her body abruptly, and looked at a high-backed chair near the window.

Someone had appeared there without her knowing.

That person had their arms on the armrests, their body leaning comfortably against the back of the chair. A ponytail tied from flaxen-colored long hair was vaguely visible. The brown eyebrows flying into the temples brought both heroic beauty and seemed to be able to pierce into the hearts of all who witnessed them. And those lake-colored eyes, which seemed calm and clear, were deep at the bottom, as if hiding many emotions and thoughts, making one want to use all their passion to explore them.

These, combined with a high and delicate nose, moist and red lips, a smooth and slender neck, and a figure that made the lace flower shirt bulge, gave Niseia a sudden urge to submit and kiss the other person's hand.

"So beautiful... as beautiful as the few 'Witches' I've seen before, but with a different temperament, a temperament and facial details that attract me more..." Niseia looked greedily at the beautiful woman in front of her, not even questioning who the other person was, nor making any defensive moves.

Is this the newly promoted "Witch"... Franca, sitting on the high-backed chair, shook her head secretly.

She had already sneaked into this room since Niseia started admiring her reflection in the mirror, but Niseia was so immersed in her own beauty that she didn't notice at all, and even wanted to perform an extreme scene.

Back then, after Franca finished drinking the "Witch" potion, she was also amazed by her own beauty, feeling that this was the anima in her heart, the woman she had dreamed of. Fortunately, her personality was very cheerful, she was a transmigrator herself, and she had already changed bodies once, so she wouldn't reject the current female body, regarding it as another person. Therefore, she was only a little narcissistic, not really falling in love with her female self. (Note 1)

By the time she got busy according to the Tarot Club's tasks and met Jenna and Lu Mian, Franca's problems in this regard became increasingly faint. However, since she was so beautiful, how could she not appreciate it?

Although she was sitting and Niseia was standing, Franca smiled with a condescending posture:

"I don't know if the 'Black Witch' told you, but for a long time to come, you will be my subordinate."

"Lady Clarice mentioned it. You must be Lady Franca, right?" Niseia's gaze was still wandering on Franca, with an urge to tear off the other person's clothes and beg for pleasure, but she looked at her own chest and felt a wave of sadness.

She didn't have that ability now...

"Your vigilance is not high enough. If I were an enemy, you would have died several times already," Franca said with her red lips slightly parted. "'Mirror Substitute' is very important, but you cannot rely on 'Mirror Substitute' completely."

Niseia was startled at first, then broke into a cold sweat:

"Yes, Lady Franca."

Franca revealed a slight smile, making Niseia's eyes light up:

"Give me the information on the core members of the Emperor Party."

Niseia nodded subconsciously:

"Okay."

She walked quickly toward the safe in the room.

Administrative District, Livo Street.

Kevil, wearing cotton pajamas and pajama pants, held a glass of red wine and sat by the bed, unwilling to lie down and sleep for a long time.

He knew that it would be the beginning of another long torture and endless pain.

In the end, he still couldn't resist the fatigue and sleepiness, drank the glass of red wine, and entered a deep sleep.

In a hazy dream, Kevil ran in fear to the point of collapse, with a huge monster chasing him from behind.

In front was a cliff. He didn't have time to stop and fell directly.

If it were a normal dream, Kevil would definitely wake up or switch scenes because of free fall at this moment, but he didn't now. He slammed into the ground, watching his body fall apart in unspeakable pain, everywhere.

He screamed sharply.

Just then, a shadow shaped like a bear walked out of the darkness and licked up the brains that Kevil had fallen out, which made Kevil freeze, even more pained and fearful.

Suddenly, he saw the red moon rise in mid-air, and a slightly slender figure descended from the sky with a huge iron-black straight sword.

The figure's hood was flipped up, and the black long hair was reflected by the crimson moon as if it were a dream, as if it had pierced directly into the moon.

Note 1: Jung's psychological term, representing the female image in a man's subconscious. Every man's anima is different; it is the kind they like and yearn for most in their subconscious.

PS: Seeking monthly tickets at the end of the month~

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