Ring of Fate

Chapter 960: The Specialty Once Obtained (Additional Update for Old Kole of the Golden Alliance)
“A name that impressed you” sent a “Hi” expression:

"Want to play again?"

“Hopefully it’ll be more exciting than last night.” Lumian put the phone to his lips and replied using the voice input method.

Lao Xia, who was nearby, glanced at him, his eyes full of envy and yearning:

The life of young people is so wonderful...

As expected of a 22-year-old with a 7-year-old child...

Unfortunately, I don’t dare…

Soon, Anderson replied to Lumian:

"You pick the place, a place suitable for discussing some secrets."

"Okay." Lumian did not refuse.

"The time is set at 6pm. I like the sunshine." Anderson sent an "OK" emoticon.

After Lumian replied "No problem", the former strongest hunter in the Misty Sea asked in text:

"Why is your WeChat name 'idiot'? Do you think you are not smart enough?"

Lumian laughed and said:

"I love tarot cards, and I think the 'Fool' card is so cool. Calling yourself a 'fool' is kind of a parody."

"Sometimes, people always like to use high-sounding reasons to cover up their own problems. This is a sentence I like very much recently, and I give it to you too." Anderson replied and sent a "bye-bye" emoji.

Lumian did not reply.

After resting for a while, he and Lao Xia patrolled the floors again.

On the tenth floor, while patrolling inside the Intis Group, Lumian saw Zhou Mingrui coming out of the public restroom.

When their eyes met, Lumian nodded slightly as a greeting.

Zhou Mingrui hadn't run into him in the past two days, and security patrolling the floors was indeed a daily job, so he didn't show any vigilance and responded to him with a nod.

The two men passed each other, and Lumian naturally checked the surroundings for any fire hazards.

He had not thought of taking this opportunity to remind Zhou Mingrui of the existence of supernatural powers during the day. First, the two of them were not yet at the stage where they could chat, and even if he forced the hint, the other party might not be willing to listen. Second, he had to wait until the incident of Franca being kicked out of the dream was truly over, otherwise he would not be able to tell whether the subsequent abnormality was the aftermath of last night's reminder or caused by today's test.

Seeing that the security guard Li Ming did not behave in any strange way or say anything strange, Zhou Mingrui's doubts dissipated a little.

…………

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun still illuminated the small square in front of the mall, illuminating the facilities for children to play.

Inside a glass-sealed cylinder, six groups of seats slowly rotate.

Ocean balls of various colors were constantly spraying out from the middle of the cylinder and flying in all directions. Ludwig was holding a fishing net bag with a pole to catch them.

Lumian sat next to him, like a real parent, and the group of seats next to them belonged to Anderson.

Anderson doesn't have children, but he sits here leisurely and contentedly, lifting the net bag from time to time to catch a ocean ball. He doesn't feel any shame or embarrassment like an adult who accidentally enters a children's playground without his children.

At this time, apart from the three of them, there was no one else there, and everyone had gone back to have dinner.

"It's very closed here, no one will disturb or eavesdrop, and I've checked the facilities, there's no problem." Lumian said to Anderson with a smile. "I wanted to choose the carousel, but it's not private enough to discuss secrets."

As they talked, they followed the seats and kept rotating around the middle of the cylinder.

"This effectively makes up for my lost childhood." Anderson glanced at Ludwig, then turned to Lumian and said, "Do you sometimes feel that this world is unreal? Many people are like puppets in a theater. They seem normal at first glance, but some details terrify you?"

"Why are you talking about this with me and my girlfriend?" Lumian asked instead of answering.

The girlfriend refers to Jenna.

Anderson laughed and said meaningfully:
"Because I feel like you guys are very real, more real than the people around you."

Lumian smiled.
"Yes, I also sometimes feel that this world is unreal. It is like a huge dream. We seem to be making our own choices, but in fact we are being pushed and guided by the subconscious of the dream owner. When he wakes up, everything will disappear like bubbles."

As the music of the jet ocean ball played, the smile on Anderson's face became more and more obvious:

“There is a time limit for playing this project, and we can’t always stay here.

"I wonder if you've ever heard of the term 'God War Relics'?"

Are they confirming each other's identities? Lumian glanced outside the glass cylinder and answered Anderson's question with a smile:
"heard about it."

Outside the door of the children's facility, Anthony was waiting with Lumian and Anderson's cell phones.

Anderson smiled and sighed:

“It’s definitely easier to communicate with you than with someone.

"Some people may have their brains in their boxing gloves."

Anderson continued:
“I took risks in the ‘God War Ruins’ and came into contact with some dangerous things, which caused some changes in myself:
"In a special enough dream, if I receive strong stimulation, I will break away from the dreaming state and maintain a certain level of lucidity in the dream."

Is this why you found the dream city unreal? Lumian did not ask Anderson back, but remained silent.

He still doesn't know what the relationship between the Painted Hotel and Anderson is.

Anderson laughed:
“It was a very exciting adventure, but it’s a pity that I can’t write about it in some books because I’m not the protagonist.

“In recent years, I often dream about living in a big city like the one I live in now, which makes me look forward to sleeping.

“In that dream, I was sometimes a language teacher and sometimes an unsuccessful painter. They were probably the same person, just in different stages of life.

"Later, the painter became mute, and his painting skills changed qualitatively.

“I was stimulated and woke up from my dream, gaining a certain lucidity.

"I found out that someone actually gave me money to help me open a studio and a hotel. Damn it, there is such a good thing? Of course I have to accept it. How can I live up to their kindness?"

In other words, Anderson's dream image was polluted for some reason and became a real "painter", which also stimulated the real Anderson, allowing his consciousness to enter the dream with the help of his own special features? So, Anderson's dream image was split, sometimes it was Anderson, the cram school teacher, the strongest hunter in the fog sea, and sometimes it was Anderson, the mute painter. Did Anderson, the cram school teacher, contact us because he found that we were also outsiders? Lumian nodded with understanding.

This is actually similar to Roshan's state, except that Roshan in reality does not have any special aspects of dreams, so she cannot come in personally to fight against the power of the gift and the pollution of the evil god.

"How about it? Is my story quite interesting? Please give me some comments." Anderson suddenly changed the subject.

Lumian clapped his hands:
"What about the sequel of the story? If the real Anderson doesn't take the initiative to enter the dream, the dumb Anderson in the dream should not affect him."

Anderson spread his hands and said with a smile:

"Are you 100% sure it won't have any impact?"

"No," Lumian answered honestly.

Anderson nodded with a look of concern for the out-of-school children:
“Besides, that dream was very interesting and fun. As human beings, we need to change our entertainment methods frequently.

"I told Danitz in my dream to be careful of me who has become mute at night, but unfortunately, he didn't understand my hint. If I could get some things and disguise myself as Edwina, he would be more proactive in thinking about what I said."

"You painted the mute painter in the painting? Do you also have a qualitatively improved painting level?" Lumian asked about what happened last night.

Luo Shan also drew another self, and after Franca helped burn it, she was in much better condition...

Is Anderson using me to "adjust" his own condition?
Anderson said with a "tsk".

"Aren't you the same body during the day and at night?

“Body changes are universal.”

Lumian asked thoughtfully:
"In the dream, the 'painter' should not be able to make his painting actually leave the drawing paper. There are too many obstacles."

All abilities should have been suppressed to the Sequence 7 level, but the Anderson yesterday was able to move freely around the community and was able to speak before entering the studio.

Anderson laughed:
“There are always some special and exceptions in dreams. If the dream owner symbolizes loopholes, then his dream will inevitably have some loopholes. This is the manifestation of some of his symbols in the dream. Unless he controls it consciously, it cannot be avoided.

“Mute Anderson does not exist originally, he is just another state of mine, but he is hidden in the thoughts and cognition of the dream owner, so once I draw him, he can become real without invading from the outside world, but he cannot leave the studio and is very weak.”

Did Mr. Fool's incarnation ever know a mute Anderson, or have any idea what Anderson would look like if he became mute? Lumian nodded slightly and said:

"And it was you who brought me into the studio?"

Anderson said with a clear smile:

“Of course, when I entered the studio, I took the opportunity when you were looking at the paintings to leave through the reserved painting and activate the painting of Dumb Anderson.

“That’s my studio, which is equivalent to the home of ‘Hunter’, so there will definitely be some extra decorations.

"I changed my clothes and pants afterwards, and you didn't recognize me?"

"Why did you change your clothes and pants?" Lumian asked tentatively.

Anderson smiled again:

"just kidding."

This is Anderson's style... Do successful "hunters" have a tendency to play pranks? Lumian agreed with Anderson's statement. If it were him, he might do the same.

Anderson glanced at the entertainment facilities that were about to expire:
"Is it my turn to ask now?
"What do you want to do here?"

This isn't a question, it's more of a confirmation.

“Let the dreamer wake up in the best and most humane state.” Lumian answered simply.

Anderson suddenly smiled:

"A foreigner came to visit the cram school a few days ago. He was just as real as you."

"What's his name?" Lumian asked calmly.

At this time, the ocean balls stopped erupting and the rotation of the seats quickly slowed down until they stopped.

Anderson stood up and said with a smile:

"Zarathustra."

PS: This chapter is an extra chapter for Lao Kohler's Golden Alliance. Please give me your monthly pass. The second chapter will be at noon at the usual time.

(End of this chapter)