Ring of Fate

Chapter 901 Selecting "Ingredients" (asking for monthly tickets at the end of the month)
Ludwig, who was wearing a child's formal suit, looked at the "altar" that had just been cleaned up, licked his lips with regret and said:
"If we catch the bird with a human head and stew it with the fat duck, we can gain the ability to control our fear in dreams, and we may be able to wake up through fear...

"in addition……"

The little boy, about seven or eight years old, counted on his fingers one by one:
"The gray beasts of Dabira can be cooked by roasting, and they will not get lost in most dreams within seven days...

"The Black Dream Tapir is a spiritual creature that feeds on the joy, happiness, happiness, desire and other emotions in human dreams. Using its residual dust to mix drinks can prevent people from being confused by the beauty of dreams and sinking into them, unwilling to wake up. At the same time, every time you drink that kind of wine, you can clearly distinguish which part is reality and which part is a dream in the next ten days...

"The Nightmare King is an angel-level creature that rules the Four Snake Planet in the Y Galaxy. Eating its gall can permanently grant you the trait of lucid dreams...

"..."

Ludwig became hungrier and hungrier as he spoke, and could not help but ask his godfather, who had turned into a woman, for a few sandwiches to fill his stomach.

After he finished talking about the ingredients he could remember, Anthony said thoughtfully:

"Maybe, I have encountered a black dream tapir."

Seeing Lumian looking at him, Anthony said carefully:

"I met a patient in a psychological clinic some time ago. He had nightmares for three consecutive weeks. He was mentally depressed, emotionally numb and very pessimistic.

"I have done formal psychological treatment for him, and also tried to use extraordinary abilities such as 'hypnosis' to solve the problem, but it can only stop him from having nightmares for two or three days, and then he will return to his original state.

"I couldn't figure out why he failed before. Now I suspect he was targeted by the Black Dream Tapir."

"Psychological clinic?" Lumian asked casually while nodding.

Anthony explained simply:

"If you want to join the 'Psychological Alchemy Society', you need to fully integrate into the circle of psychiatrists. Now I have officially become a practicing physician in a psychological clinic."

Lumian hummed, then said thoughtfully:

"The higher the sequence of a new member, the less likely they are to be trusted by those secret organizations. Sequences 9 to 7 are okay. In the category of wild Beyonders, ordinary people have a chance to reach them. Sequence 6 is barely possible. Sequence 5 involves rituals. Few pure wild Beyonders can reach this level. Aren't you worried that becoming a 'Dream Walker' now will affect your subsequent joining the 'Psychological Alchemy Society'?"

Anthony smiled peacefully and said:
"My 'Dream Walker' potion formula and corresponding materials were purchased batch by batch from a member of the 'Psychological Alchemy Society'. The reward provided by Ms. 'Justice' was mainly financial."

“I see…” Lumian turned to Ludwig and asked, “What is the strength of the Black Nightmare Tapir?”

"The strong ones have faint divinity, and the weak ones are equivalent to Sequence 7." Ludwig said expectantly.

"We can't go to the spirit world to look for the human-headed harpy or the black dream tapir, unless we ask Ms. Magician or the 'Angel of the Holy Spirit' who is in charge of the spirit world on behalf of Mr. Fool for help." Lumian said to Anthony, "Do you have a way for me to enter the patient's dream? I want to confirm whether it is a black dream tapir and whether there is a chance to catch it."

"I bought two dream spells from the Psychological Alchemist Society, and Ms. Justice also gave me one." Anthony answered truthfully.

Lumian laughed and pulled his cloak up to cover his face:

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

Anthony suppressed the disappointment caused by his beautiful face being blocked, nodded, and followed Lumian, who was holding Ludwig's hand, to the ground.

After walking a few dozen meters, Ludwig turned his head to look at Lumian and said:

"Mother……"

He simply thought that since the godfather had become a woman, he should be given a different title.

Mother… Lumian’s heart skipped a beat and his voice became stern:

"You still call me Godfather."

"Yes, Godfather." Ludwig readily agreed, "I have a bad feeling recently."

“A bad feeling?” Lumian asked, as if he was thinking. “Is it about you, or about all of us?”

Ludwig was quite honest:

"Mine."

Lumian nodded slightly and laughed:
"I roughly know what it is. It's not a big problem. I'll just have to bear with it and it will pass.

"When the time comes, you will have the opportunity to accumulate contributions and exchange them for different parts of the Demigod's body."

Ludwig's eyes lit up, and he had forgotten that his premonition was not good:

"Okay, Godfather!"

…………

In the Opera District, Blackhat Street, in a curtained apartment.

Niseya, who is nearly 1.7 meters tall, stood in front of a full-length mirror, staring at her reflection:
Her face was white and clean, her brown hair was naturally curly and draped down naturally, her brown eyes were deep and clear, her lips were bright red and moist, slightly parted, revealing two rows of white teeth, her figure was well-proportioned, and her height was neither too tall nor too short, just the right size...

What a charming girl she is.

Nicea looked at herself obsessively, her right hand fell on her rosy lips, and then slowly moved down to the towering place.

She didn't expect that the extraordinary power promised by the "witch" could be obtained in this way. When she was immersed in and proud of the various abilities brought by the "assassin" potion and committed many crimes, the ending was already doomed.

She was forced to drink the "witch" potion and became a woman, which was in sharp contrast and hostile to her male cognition of the past twenty years.

Now she seems to have split into two people, one is angry, painful, and wants to take revenge on those "witches" and the world, while the other is conquered by her charming beauty, flawless figure and happiness different from the past. She has fallen in love with herself now and even wants to drink a higher-order potion to make herself more perfect and charming.

Suddenly, following her spiritual intuition, Nissaia lowered her hands from her chest, turned her body sharply, and looked at a reclining chair near the window.

I don't know when there was one more person there.

The man put his arms on the armrests on both sides and leaned comfortably against the back of the chair. His long flaxen hair tied into a ponytail was faintly visible, and his brown eyebrows flying into his temples brought him a heroic beauty, and seemed to be able to pierce the hearts of all witnesses. His eyes, which seemed to be clear and transparent, were deep at the bottom, as if they contained many emotions and thoughts, making people want to explore them with all their enthusiasm.

These, plus the tall and delicate nose, moist and tender red lips, smooth and slender neck and the figure that made the lace flower shirt bulge out, suddenly made Nicea feel the urge to surrender and kiss the back of the other person's hand.

"So beautiful... She is as beautiful as the other 'witches' I've seen before, but with a different temperament. Her temperament and facial details are more attractive to me..." Nissia looked at the beauty in front of her greedily. She didn't even ask who she was, nor did she take any action to guard against an attack.

Is this the newly promoted "witch"... Franka, sitting in the reclining chair, shook her head secretly.

She had sneaked into the room when Nicea was admiring her reflection in the mirror, but Nicea was so absorbed in her own beauty that she was completely unaware and even wanted to perform an extreme scene.

At first, after drinking the "witch" potion, Franca was also amazed by her own beauty. She felt that this was the Anima in her heart, the woman she had always dreamed of. Fortunately, she had a very cheerful personality, was a time traveler, and had changed her body once, so she did not reject her current female body and thought of her as another person. Therefore, she was just a little narcissistic and did not really fall in love with her female self. (Note 1)

After she became busy with the Tarot Club's mission and met Janna and Lumian, Franca's problem in this regard became less and less serious. But, she was so beautiful, how could she not appreciate it?
Although she was sitting and Nicea was standing, Franka smiled and looked down at them:
"I don't know if the 'Black Witch' has told you that you will be my subordinate for a long time to come."

"Ms. Clarisse mentioned that you are Ms. Franca, right?" Nicea's eyes were still wandering over Franca's body. She had the urge to tear off her clothes and ask for her pleasure, but when she looked at her chest, she felt sad again.

Now I don't have that ability...

"You're not alert enough. If I were the enemy, you would have died several times." Franca said with her red lips slightly parted. "The Mirror Stand-in is important, but you can't rely on it completely."

Nissaia was startled at first, and then broke out in a cold sweat:
"Yes, Ms. Franka."

Franka smiled slightly, causing Nissaia's eyes to light up:

"Give me the information of the core members of the Emperor's Party."

Niseya nodded subconsciously:

"Ok."

She walked quickly to the safe in the room.

…………

Administrative District, Livo Street.

Wearing cotton pajamas and pajama pants, Kewell sat on the edge of the bed with a glass of red wine, reluctant to lie down and sleep for a long time.

He knew that would be the beginning of another long ordeal and never-ending pain.

Finally, he couldn't resist the fatigue and sleepiness, and after drinking the glass of red wine, he fell into a deep sleep.

In a hazy dream, Kewell was running in fear, almost collapsing, with a huge monster chasing him from behind.

There was a cliff in front of him, and he didn't have time to stop and fell down.

If it was a normal dream, Kewell would definitely wake up at this moment because of the free fall or the scene would change directly, but he didn't do that now. He fell to the ground with a bang, and watched his body torn into pieces and scattered everywhere in unspeakable pain.

He screamed sharply.

At this moment, a bear-like shadow walked out of the darkness and began to lick the brains that fell out of Kewell. This made Kewell stunned and even more painful and frightened.

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

The figure's hood was flipped up, and his long black hair was illuminated by the crimson moon, making it look dreamy, as if it had pierced directly into the moon.

Note 1: Jung’s psychological term, representing the female image in a man’s subconscious mind. Every man’s Anima is different, and it is the one he likes and desires the most in his subconscious mind.

PS: Ask for monthly tickets at the end of the month~
(End of this chapter)