“——(Old Ansu) Listen now, I shall tell of the best sight in this dream.
It is the dream I saw at midnight.
When all those who speak have fallen peacefully asleep.”
A light orb of blue, white, and orange flickered in the Keyman’s hand. This light orb seed to possess a terrifying magic capable of sucking people’s souls into it, even making Ciel’s gaze unable to move away for a mont.
“Still need to recite poetry? To use this ability?” Ciel asked curiously.
Ciel searched the knowledge and ability usage thods brought to her by the “Dream Thief” potion in her mind, and found no similar mories.
“This is just a thod to anchor you to reality,”
The Keyman forcibly suppressed the shock in their heart, slowly saying, “It’s best to set a starting phrase for both activation and deactivation, to prevent the ‘Dream Thief’ from getting lost in the dream themselves.”
“Of course, different ‘Dream Thieves’ have different ways of distinguishing, it depends on the ‘Dream Thief’s’ personal preference.”
“As for deeper double dreams, generally Tier 3 ‘Subverters’ won’t easily attempt them. You can just ignore this. An ordinary ‘Dream Thief’ is already very impressive if they can instantly wake themselves up from one layer of dream.”
“Now, you try it yourself. Drag into a dream. I will not resist at all.”
This was the most the Keyman had ever spoken at once.
They spoke so much, not because they genuinely wanted to teach the red-haired young girl before them, but to calm their sowhat shocked emotions from earlier by speaking.
This was the first ti they had seen soone drink a potion like this, completely disregarding their own life.
Even a “Instigator” who had experience with Reconstitution Rituals and had entered “Dream Thief” dreams several tis wouldn’t dare to drink the potion directly without any preparation.
At the very least, it was most stable to drink it during or just after the process of a new round of Reconstitution Ritual.
After all, life is only once. The Keyman themselves had gone through this. Before advancing to “Dream Thief,” they had the Society of rrint’s “Dream Thief” drag them into dreams several tis, and only drank the potion afterwards.
This “Faceless” is very dangerous.
The Keyman looked at the young girl before them. She held out her hand as if studying sothing.
Suddenly, a three-colored light orb exploded in the young girl’s hand. Faintly, a fourth color seed visible, then it suddenly exploded. This anomaly scared the young girl herself, making her retreat several steps.
However, seeing this scene, the Keyman’s brow instead slowly relaxed. Their tone even softened slightly: “It’s alright. This is normal. You are missing the step of constructing the dream. You need to construct a dream in your mind, like this room, and at this mont.”
Making the sa mistake as most newly advanced “Dream Thieves,” good... Although the monstrous young girl before them was demonic enough, she wasn’t so demonic that she could construct dreams without being taught.
At this mont, under the Keyman’s guidance, Ciel slowly outlined the appearance of the room and the Keyman in her mind. Then, she spread her hand again, revealing the three-colored light orb in her palm.
Looking at the light orb floating in her palm, Ciel looked towards the Keyman and asked, “Keyman, isn’t this light orb too conspicuous? The target will know they are being dragged into a dream as soon as they see the light orb. What’s the point of this?”
These techniques not found in her mory were indeed Ciel’s knowledge blind spot, so she humbly asked for guidance.
Because in a previous simulation, she was dragged into a dream without any warning. She also wanted to know how this was done. Her simulated self also didn’t write how her subordinates did it in the notepad.
Upon hearing Ciel’s question, the light orb in the Keyman’s hand flickered, quickly twisting into a fountain pen, and they said, “This pen is a dream construct. As long as you look at it, with just a mont of distraction, you will be dragged into the dream.”
So that’s how it is...
The light orb in Ciel’s hand began to twist under her control. An exquisite stopwatch appeared in her hand. She held the familiar stopwatch and gently opened the silver case.
Buzz—
With a buzz, the colors around Ciel quickly faded, turning into an endless expanse of light purple mist. And in front of the mist stood the Keyman.
Imdiately after, the surrounding mist slowly condensed and took shape. The carpet, the sofa, the furniture, everything was rapidly being constructed.
These things looked sowhat like the real thing, but upon closer inspection of the furniture’s texture, one would find the originally exquisite patterns were now a blurry ss, like unrendered textures in a ga, extrely crude.
“Mm.”
The Keyman in the dream slowly nodded. They seed completely unsurprised by this. They looked at Ciel before them and said, “Now, try constructing the scene of you instigating the Divine Advent Church archbishop, or the scene of you summoning a god you ntioned just now.”
“I will guide you through the process, telling you where the construction is lacking.”
Ciel nodded. She closed her eyes slightly. The scene around her distorted.
In the Keyman’s eyes, the rough scene around them gradually dissipated. Soon, stone bricks replaced the exquisite decorations from before. In just a few breaths, the mist constructed a large underground holy hall.
And the position where the Faceless stood was at the very front of the holy hall, with the holy seat behind them.
Large amounts of mist began twisting and rging into figures of black-robed people kneeling before them. So of their faces were exceptionally clear and detailed, seemingly people from their mory with a deeper impression.
“Hmph!”
Ciel leaned back, directly sitting on the holy seat, crossing her legs and swaying her body on the holy seat, sighing, “So nostalgic.”
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