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Chapter 542: Efficient Dream Stealing
Mina carried Dachun Tifa out of Tifa's consciousness space and appeared in Tifa's bedroom.

Tifa was lying on her side, magic emanating from around her like steaming mist from a fragrant cake, making the entire bedroom surge with magic, making Dachun and Mina feel extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Tom's meow was already waiting.

Dachun suddenly remembered something: "Ms. Tifa, we are all going out!"

Tifa said, "Yeah!"

Dachunhan asked, "Do you want to continue the connection?"

Mina immediately said, "Master, we are covered by the fog, so no one can see us anyway."

Tifa smiled and said, "Yeah, the connection inspiration can't be interrupted. I'll add another layer!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, and another layer of energy shield appeared in front of Dachun's eyes.

Uh... okay, if I continue to talk, it would be considered ungrateful.

So Tom once again skillfully climbed over walls and shortened the distance to the headquarters of the biker gang.

Although Dachun really wanted to ask about the specific details of the biker gang, she was afraid that asking about bad things would interfere with her inspiration for relaxing, so she decided not to ask.

Tifa smiled and said, "I didn't expect traveling this way at night would be so interesting."

She's talking about fun...

Dachun understood immediately and hugged her tightly again to deepen their interaction.

Tifa exhaled a puff of smoke and laughed. "Even though you don't know my famous song, do you know what my biggest hobby is?"

Uh... you're still asking for a famous song? Ailian said that, but you don't have one!

Dachun replied: "Racing?"

Tifa sighed softly. "No, actually. I don't enjoy speed racing. I just pretend to like it for publicity purposes, to boost the city's trend and sales of motorcycles. My tricks on motorcycles are especially popular, so some dance halls have dancers imitate them. But they have no idea that my tricks rely on my magical power to ensure a smooth, natural flow and safety. They don't have this magical power, which leads to many accidents. So, those seven problematic dancers you're looking for are undoubtedly victims of me."

what?
Dachun could only console him by saying, "Actually, I also watched a few hours of commercial performances, and their skills are pretty impressive."

Tifa sighed, "Because they've taken on another cruel path: the so-called mechanical dancers. Actually, Iron City used to have a very unique and secretive cruel industry: battle dancers. They trained female warriors to fight each other, and the beauty of their dance was essential. It greatly satisfied the nobles' thirst for bloodlust and beauty. But it was later banned, and Bronze City seized this business opportunity, satisfying this same passion with machinery."

Holy shit! So that's how Biliana's so-called dance battle came about? Are dance battles unique to Black Iron City?
Dachun asked hurriedly: "Why is it banned?"

Tifa smiled and said, "Guess?"

Could it be that I traveled through time twice, or that the Ugly Emperor traveled through time and reorganized the market?
Dachun could only answer: "Is it the city lord who is wise?"

Tifa laughed. "Just relying on Fafnir's grandfather? How wise! They're trying to prevent the emergence of female assassins! Years ago, there was an incident where a battle dancer, a tribute to the Empire, assassinated a member of the royal family. As a result, not only did Black Iron City abolish this profession, but the Empire was furious and accelerated the dismantling of some of Black Iron City's industries. Black Iron City was actually very powerful many years ago, but now it's at the bottom."

Ah... she's talking about historical secrets! But, the fact that Black Iron City is the strongest is clearly due to my time travel, so the Battle Dancer entry was likely altered by me as well, leading to this historical event? And any historical change is likely related to me. Could this Assassin Dancer be a predecessor of Ellen's?
Dachun asked hurriedly: "What's the name of that assassin dancer? Who did she kill?"

Tifa shook her head. "That was decades ago, how could I know so much about it..."

As they were talking, they arrived at the dance hall headquarters.

Sure enough, after two o'clock, it became much quieter here.

Tifa sighed, "Just let Tom sneak into their bedrooms. After being demoted to a handyman, their living quarters aren't that fancy."

So the black cat went around to the backyard and entered through the windowsill.

Sure enough, I saw a large dormitory with dozens of people sleeping on crowded rows of bunk beds, snoring loudly.

Honestly, Dachun couldn't quite accept the snoring in the girls' dormitory, but he sympathized with their situation; snoring was inevitable when one was overworked.

Mina was surprised: "Every one of them has problems, but the most problematic ones are those seven!"

So, at Moore's level, he can only discover those 7?
Then Dachun could only follow the normal thinking: "Then let's do these 7. Maybe there won't be enough time and it will be dawn."

Tifa had an idea: "How about showing me a simple one first? After all, even if the problem isn't serious, we can't lose the chance to heal it. Maybe we can easily heal it once we get in?"

Dachun felt ashamed: "Ms. Tifa is right."

Tifa smiled and said, "It's not that I'm a saint, but mechanical construction always follows the logic of going from easy to difficult."

"Yeah!"

"Then take action."

Mina carried the two people and got into the head of a simple person in the nearest bed.

The scene changed, revealing a deep, dark space of consciousness.

Mina volunteered, "Lady Tifa, this is the state of not dreaming. People who fall asleep immediately after being overworked usually don't dream."

But soon they discovered that there was a flash of blood in the depths of the darkness.

Tifa asked, "That's the problem?"

Mina said, "Yes, it should be a nightmare, but it is in a deep dream."

Holy shit! No wonder Moore couldn't find it, this must be a deep dream!

Fortunately, Dachun has the artifact "Key to the Deep Dream" in his hand: "Then let's go and take a look. Although it's a waste of energy, it's also a kind of experience."

“good host”

Although it was a deep dream, it was completely different from Tifa's deep-sea-like high pressure. The group soon arrived at a blood-red spherical space.

As you enter, you'll see the circular racing dance floor scene at the front desk.

The dream master, clad in light, was standing on one leg on a speeding motorcycle, performing a large and difficult stunt. The crowd in the surrounding stands cheered.

Dachun could already imagine what was going to happen, so he kept thinking: "Mina, if I can stop her from getting hurt, will that be enough—"

Before he could finish his words, a motorcycle part suddenly flew out, and the motorcycle suddenly tilted. The dreamer screamed in terror and flew towards the stands. The whole scene was filled with blood. System prompt: Warning! The current dream is about to collapse. Evacuate immediately...

But at this moment, a ball of light enveloped the dreamer, and the dreamer's scream stopped abruptly!

It's Tifa who took action!

The next moment, the surrounding scene dimmed, the noise stopped, and the dreamer fell asleep in the ball of light, or fainted from fright.

Mina said happily, "As expected of Lady Tifa."

Tifa was surprised: "So, this means she was successfully cured?"

Mina said, "Probably not. The real treatment is to drag her entire dream away and make her completely forget this memory. But if the dreamer herself is also in this dream, she will be dragged away as well."

Dachun immediately thought of Baron Pidan, the long-term hospitalized man in Silver City. He'd woken up with some amnesia and insanity, but that didn't mean he wasn't cured. Tifa asked, "Is the woman in this dream her entire soul, or just a portion?"

Mina thought for a moment and said, "It should be just a part. I'm not sure..."

Tifa asked again, "If we pack her up and drag her away, will her main body still wake up the next day?"

Mina was embarrassed: "Lady Tifa, I'm just a nightmare who is self-taught and advanced. I have never encountered such a situation before, so I don't know."

Tifa smiled. "Then let's try it. Let's drag them all away."

Dachun Khan said, "What if the other party doesn't wake up... and dies just like that?"

Tifa asked, "But you have her soul. Didn't you defeat the Dark Soul Witch and obtain a hundred Ghost Dancers? Are they doing well?"

Dachun immediately said, "I'm doing very well!"

Tifa laughed and said, "That would be like entering heaven, wouldn't it be better than them being treated like slaves here for such low wages? Besides—"

At this point, Tifa's face darkened. "This motorcycle seems to have been vandalized. This accident was inevitable, not her fault. This must have been done to satisfy the bloodlust of some customers, just like the fate of those Battle Dancers in Black Iron City! So, instead of living like this, you should strengthen your team."

Dachun's heart trembled: "If they were really taken away, would their sudden death trigger any incidents?"

Tifa said solemnly, "If an incident occurs, the police court will investigate. What's our goal anyway?"

Dachun Khan said, "Destroy the motorcycle gang."

Tifa snorted coldly: "Isn't that enough?"

Dachun's heart was pounding. This was the real city beauty! His previous love was just superficial... But, it was irrefutable, right?
"Miss Tifa's words make sense. Then Mina, let's take action."

"Ok."

So the group flew out of the dream, and Mina directly activated the "Dream Stealing" skill. A black mist wrapped around the nightmare space and began to compress it. Perhaps it was because Mina's strength had greatly increased after swallowing Andariel in the battle last night, or perhaps it was because the artifact "Dream Stealing Gloves" that exploded had doubled its efficiency, or perhaps the dreamer himself was also very repulsed by this nightmare. This compression process was just like deflating a balloon, and it was faster than previously imagined!

Dachun suddenly got excited. His own divine domain was in need of a large amount of dream energy to replenish it, and he also needed new people to come and work on the hybrid farm... Tifa's proposal was actually really good! Of course, it wasn't that I was really cruel and really wanted them to die, but it was really the best ending...

Soon, the compression was completed, Mina grabbed the compressed ball and flew out of the dreamer's consciousness. Tom was lurking at the foot of the bed.

Then just throw the ball into the Horcrux bag in Tom's necklace.

So go ahead and move on to the next one.

As for the second one, just like the first one, the motorcycle suddenly collapsed and Tifa controlled it again.

It's more or less the same.

Tifa asked with a smile, "I think there's no need for us to enter this dream, right? Can we just pack it up and take it away from outside?"

Mina said, "I don't know if it will wake the dreamer, but it has been successful before."

Well, it refers to entering the dream of a drunk soldier in the West City Fortress and directly capturing his entire dream along with the seven succubi. Speaking of which, I wonder what happened to Ailian's arrangements for them?

Tifa smiled and said, "They work so hard every day, they probably won't wake up. Even if they do, I have a way to calm them down."

Having a city flower by your side does make things easier!

Dachun got excited: "Then just catch it!"

As expected, when the black mist directly sprayed over the dream, the dream did not react at all and was directly compressed and taken away by Mina!

Faced with such a huge harvest, Dachun no longer felt any psychological burden. "At this rate, we can treat these dozens of simple cases in two hours, and then we can focus on treating the remaining seven serious cases."

Tifa exhaled a puff of smoke and sighed softly, "Actually, I sense something strange about these three people right now. It's probably resentment towards me. After all, I'm the one who specifically demonstrated motorcycles, and they were ultimately victimized by me. As for the remaining seven, I can imagine their resentment towards me might even reach the level of a curse. I suggest, if we're short on time, we can just leave them alone for now."

Dachun was shocked: "Curse?"

Tifa said, "Well, it's not that powerful, but it does feel dirty. We can't even rule out the possibility that the motorcycle vandalism was done by these insiders. They thought they'd stand out by persecuting their competitors, but they didn't realize they were also targets. They're holding it in, afraid to tell anyone, or else the others would tear them apart. So their resentment is much greater than others."

Uh... just guesswork?
Well, Dachun understands Tifa's behavior. She wouldn't let me open the Bacchante box, so I can tell. As long as she feels the risk logic is valid, she will resolutely not take risks. This is actually very similar to my personality, a science and engineering type! In contrast, Fafner likes to...

"Okay, then leave it alone for now."

……

Two o'clock in the morning.

Amisila escorted the old astrologer's carriage to the shores of the village's lake in Southern Canyon Village. Several bodyguards remained outside the carriage, demonstrating their professionalism. As for the fifty new recruits from the Shattered Bottle Gang, they couldn't keep up with the carriage's speed, their torches obscured by the light.

At this time, the lights in the southern canyon village were bright, and NPC villagers had already come over on rafts to offer ferries. "Excuse me..."

Amy greeted, "It's me, Uncle Malago!"

"Ah, Amy is back, welcome!"

But the old astrologer said, "Miss Amy, there is no need for me to go into the village."

Amy was stunned: "Are there any clues here?"

The old lady who was fortune-telling said, "Yes, it's just outside the village. I still need to ask Miss Amy's fortune to point me in the right direction."

Sariel was surprised: "Yes, this is where I found the Shadow Demon last night!"

Amy swiped the needle of the old lady's compass again.

After the compass turned more than ten times, it stopped in the northwest direction.

Sariel was even more shocked: "Is this the location of the West City Fortress?"

The old lady touched the crystal ball again, and light and shadows floated on the crystal ball, and a blurry image of an abandoned farm in the wild appeared.

Sariel was shocked: "It's here!"

Michael was also shocked: "What level of astrologer is this?"

The old lady looked confused: "Where is this?"

Sariel was even more anxious than Michael: "Sira, tell her quickly!"

Xila smiled and said, "Ah, I've seen this place before. It's at the intersection near the West City Fortress."

The old lady sighed, "It seems the situation is very bad. Then Miss Amy, I have to trouble you again."

Amy said, "It's not a big deal. Let's get in the car and head to the West City Fortress!"

(End of this chapter)