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Chapter 173. Daydreaming (1)

At this time, at Experimental University No. 13.

"Boom————"

Beneath the leaden sky, a fantastical golden ring, over a kilometer in diameter, is rapidly sinking with overwhelming force.

When the halo of light, composed of pure fantasy, touched the main teaching building, the reinforced concrete structure disintegrated into translucent flocculent matter.

The entire building resembled a paper model crumpled by an invisible hand, transforming into countless white willow catkins fluttering in the air.

Zuo Siquan stood at the highest point of the ruins of the administration building, the hem of his blue trench coat billowing in the wind.

She reached out and caught a falling white willow catkin.

The product of that fantasy leaked through his fingers.

Overlooking this academic sanctuary that once housed tens of thousands of teachers and students, only the roadbed outline remains, silent amidst the falling snow, like an erased pencil sketch.

A hint of sadness flashed in Zuo Siquan's eyes, but he quickly composed himself amidst the swirling catkins.

She slightly raised her hand, and the inverted golden ring of fantasy shattered into countless specks of light, mingling with the willow catkins.

"pat..."

In this desolate ruin, a broken concrete slab suddenly trembled.

"Buzz..."

Accompanied by a faint electronic hum, an experimental electronic dog laboriously arched half its body out of the rubble.

Its titanium alloy frame was twisted and deformed, and the servo motor of its left hind limb was exposed, intermittently spitting out blue sparks.

The little dog pawed at the rubble with its front paws, while the broken screen displayed the blurry, peaceful face of artificial intelligence.

"Ayu?"

Zuo Siquan saw the mechanical puppy. She recognized the shape of the artificial intelligence, so she waved her hand, and the light spots in the air gathered into a new golden ring. The imaginary golden ring brought the electronic puppy in front of her.

"Sorry, I forgot to leave you a monitor."

Zuo Siquan said apologetically.

She made a series of bold and unrestrained moves, and for a moment forgot to leave Ah Yu an electronic device.

"it does not matter."

The electronic puppy tilted its head and said obediently.

It can arrive as long as it has a device, so it doesn't really matter what kind of device it is.

Ayu relayed Jiang Jianxin's words to her:
"The Sword Master wants you to meet her at the Cemetery Station."

Zuo Siquan covered his mouth and said:

"Sage... Sword Master, are you here too?"

The electronic puppy nodded with difficulty, the broken speaker emitted a crackling noise, and A-Yu's voice became increasingly halting, like an old-fashioned radio with a poor signal.

"Yes... specifically to... the cemetery station..."

Before it could finish speaking, its movements suddenly froze, the light on the display screen abruptly went out, and its entire body fell to the ruins with a "thud," falling into complete silence.

Zuo Siquan gently shook it and sighed helplessly.

Even the most advanced artificial intelligence cannot withstand running out of power.

However, Zuo Siquan already understood its central message.

She placed the electronic dog on the ruins, then turned and walked towards the subway station amidst the falling willow catkins.

……

"Drip..."

As the subway station opened its doors, the girl with long black hair walked through the water film and immediately spotted the tall, elegant girl in white standing on the platform.

Chu Zhibai still couldn't bring himself to smile, but the muscles on his face twitched, revealing a look of joy.

"Lord Sage."

Jiang Jianxin also smiled and said:

"You came."

Few people get off at the cemetery station; usually, many people get on here. However, at this time, no one has been resurrected from the cemetery, so the only people at the station are her and Jiang Jianxin.

Chu Zhibai walked to Jiang Jianxin's side and handed her the tarot cards in his pocket, saying, "This should be the adult's card—because it says it's the fortune teller's card, and I remember that you are a fortune teller in the community."

"It's mine, thank you for bringing it to me."

Jiang Jianxin readily accepted the cards and said.

"I thought you would go to see your colleague, but I didn't expect you to come to the cemetery station to find me."

Chu Zhibai remained very calm:
"Elder Wen and Elder Zuo are both very strong. The two of them can clear the entire dungeon. Elder Xia and I would only cause trouble for them if we went. We might as well find somewhere to stay."

She was telling the truth. There are different levels within the Fantasy Series. She was very strong in front of Kondo Masaharu, but not so much in front of Zuo Siquan and Wen Yu.

One of them wields the power of illusion, while the other possesses the power of nothingness. However, because she has evolved a [different kind of magic] pathway, she can only control paper.

If she were on the war side, that would be fine.

But the key point is that in the Chaos faction, which is known for its supernatural and bizarre phenomena, she is still the most imaginative dreamer.

This conventional paper-controlling technique is truly in an awkward position.

Jiang Jianxin remained silent because she knew that both Chu Zhibai and Zuo Siquan were capable, and objectively speaking, the daydreamer was indeed stronger.

Just as she was about to change the subject, a low hum suddenly came from afar.

"Om————"

A long, metallic vibration sound grew louder as it approached, accompanied by sparks flying from the friction of the rails, and a water tank subway train slowly pulled into the station.

The rusted car body gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the lights, warning lights flickered deep in the tunnel, and the piercing arrival bell echoed through the empty platform.

Just like the previous train, no passengers disembarked from this train—until the water film in the third carriage hissed open.

A young girl in a blue trench coat lightly jumped off the train, her leather ankle boots making a crisp sound on the concrete platform.

When she saw the two of them in the distance, she immediately waved her arms excitedly, her long hair swaying joyfully with the movement:
"Sword Master, Elder Chu!"

Zuo Siquan ran over, the hem of her trench coat fluttering as she ran. The fantasy gold ring behind her, radiating a dazzling golden light, floated over with her.

Upon seeing Zuo Siquan, Chu Zhibai was somewhat surprised, but nodded politely, the scroll of paper on his shoulder swaying slightly.

"Elder Zuo."

Jiang Jianxin stroked his chin, glanced at Zuo Siquan's enormous gold bracelet that had just run over, then looked at Chu Zhibai's roll of toilet paper beside him, and belatedly realized—

Apart from the Sword Masters who are still using melee weapons, the other ranks seem to have become wild and unrestrained.

While Jiang Jianxin was pondering, Zuo Siquan patted her on the shoulder and said:
"What are the adults thinking?"

Jiang Jianxin waved his hand and said:

"Nothing... You came after you destroyed Experimental University No. 13?"

Zuo Siquan nodded and said:
"Yes, Experimental University No. 13 has been turned into a sky full of flying catkins by my fantasy golden circle. The core pollutant we are looking for is not there."

"Ah...that's it."

Jiang Jianxin said.

She was worried that Zuo Siquan might meet with misfortune at the Thirteenth Experimental University and was eager to help him.

In hindsight, she was overthinking it.

From the Sword Master's perspective, Zuo Siquan wasn't strong enough, but in reality, the Daydreamer's strength was also overwhelming in the world of superpowers.

At this moment, the overwhelmingly powerful Daydreamer looked at Jiang Jianxin with shining eyes and said:

"...Does Your Excellency know the location of the core pollutant?"

"I do not know."

Jiang Jianxin said honestly.

"Shall we split up and destroy the rest of the dungeons?"

Zuo Siquan proposed it again.

"There's something wrong with my sword."

Jiang Jianxin reluctantly took the wet little paper sword out of his pocket.

"It can't go back to how it was before."

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