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Chapter 174. Daydreaming (2)

Zuo Siquan looked at the wet paper sword in Jiang Jianxin's hand. The once majestic long sword had turned into a piece of paper, looking limp in his hand.

She puffed out her cheeks and thought for a moment, then said:
"Perhaps my power of imagination can restore it. Let me give it a try."

Jiang Jianxin gently handed over the paper sword, and the girl in the blue trench coat held the sword with her right hand and slightly raised her left hand.

"Wow..."

The enormous golden ring floating beside her suddenly dissipated into thousands of points of light, and in an instant, it condensed into a small golden ring in her palm.

The golden ring gleamed softly, hovering above the paper sword.

"Om-"

Tiny willow catkins drifted out from the golden ring, landing lightly on the surface of the paper sword like snowflakes.

Golden light flowed and spread like water, and the originally miniature paper sword began to slowly stretch and lengthen, its blade gradually gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

Jiang Jianxin unconsciously widened his eyes, which reflected a shimmering golden light.

She watched in delight as her paper sword was reshaped in the golden light, eventually returning to its original shape and size.

The moment the natal sword was reborn, a long-lost spiritual energy surged into the body from the hilt.

Jiang Jianxin subconsciously clenched his hands, feeling the surging spiritual energy coursing through his meridians, as if a dried-up riverbed had been nourished by spring water once again.

Wow! This!

Jiang Jianxin had just uttered a gasp of surprise, the last syllable of which was still trembling between his lips, when the metallic luster on the sword vanished as quickly as the tide receded.

The cold, sharp light first faded from the tip of the sword, then the patterns on the spine gradually blurred, and finally the entire sword dimmed as if its soul had been ripped away.

In just a few breaths, the longsword, which had been restored to its original state, curled and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning back into the paper sword soaked in river water.

On the wet sword blade, several fibers, softened by the water, drooped pitifully.

At this moment, the surging spiritual energy within Jiang Jianxin's body seemed to be suddenly grasped by an invisible hand. The lively and vibrant spiritual energy trembled futilely in his meridians, like a flying insect trapped in a spider web.

The once unobstructed meridians are now like frozen streams, with spiritual energy struggling to move within them, unable to flow freely anymore.

Jiang Jianxin's face immediately turned ashen, and his voice changed tone:

"No...why did it shrink back again?"

Zuo Siquan, standing to the side, scratched his head sheepishly, his face full of apology.

"Um... I don't have enough energy for my imagination to keep going."

She paused, then added somewhat helplessly, "My ability is more of an explosive type—[Dreamscape] can achieve its effect instantly, but... it's hard to maintain."

Jiang Jianxin's face went from pale as a vegetable to ashen as a ghost. She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Just as she dejectedly took back her little paper sword and silently stared at its damp exterior, an intuitive suggestion popped into her mind:
I know how to maintain it.

Jiang Jianxin was stunned, and his hope was rekindled:

How to maintain it?

Intuition speaks directly:
[You get that journalist to give that daydreamer some spiritual power, and she'll be set.]

【hiss.】

Jiang Jianxin frowned subconsciously.

[You make it sound so easy. The journalist and the daydreamer don't even know each other. Why would he collect faith for the daydreamer for no reason?]

The journalist previously helped Wen Yu because the two were essentially bound by shared interests.

Wen Yu's ability to manipulate the virtual world ensures that journalists won't be targeted and attacked by the TV station's powerful giants when they incite public opinion, while the journalists, in turn, can give him even greater power.

So when Wen Yu was in trouble, he sought help from a journalist, who offered assistance without hesitation.

The close relationship between the two put them on a united front.

—But the key is that daydreamers and journalists don't have this relationship; without any vested interests, it's difficult to motivate the other to work for you. Intuition knew what she was thinking, and it said directly:

[It's not just about self-interest that can motivate people in this world.]

[Even a life-or-death crisis can occur.]

【you mean……】

Jiang Jianxin thought of something and asked.

[The person holding the umbrella next to you, if they had internet access, could be killed across the entire map.]

Intuition slowly revealed itself.

Just as the notification disappeared, the hooded child with the umbrella looked at her and said in a cold voice:

"It is right."

Jiang Jianxin held the small paper sword in her hands and blinked.

She coughed, turned her head, and said to A-Yu, who was obediently floating on her shoulder:
"I have something to say about Wen Yu and would like to contact the journalist. Can you get in touch with him?"

Because Wen Yu had previously entrusted Jiang Jianxin with the task of finding "Peace" based on the advice of the Foresight Family, he granted Jiang Jianxin a high level of authority to command A Yu.

Therefore, when faced with Jiang Jianxin's gentle question, the super artificial intelligence directly processed the command.

The little blue fish wagged its tail and said happily:
"Of course, contacting journalists is easy; I can do it for you right now—it just requires an electronic device."

Neither Chu Zhibai nor Jiang Jianxin had any electronic devices on them, but Zuo Siquan said:
"I can imagine an electronic device."

If the power of imagination were to imagine a mobile phone, the energy consumption would be very high. A Yu only needs an electronic device as a carrier and does not have any requirements for the device configuration. Therefore, Zuo Si Quan directly imagined the electronic dog that crawled out of the ruins.

"Wow..."

Amidst the fluttering willow catkins, a small blue and silver electronic dog crawled out of its golden ring, causing Jiang Jianxin to raise an eyebrow slightly.

"It's troublesome."

Jiang Jianxin smiled at A Yu and said.

A small blue fish leaped into the device, and as the ripples spread, the aloof and handsome image of the journalist appeared on the screen.

[Journalist]: ?

[Journalist]: Does the Sword Master need something from me?
Since the electronic dog couldn't type, Jiang Jianxin directly communicated with A Yu, asking it to translate the messages into text.

[Jiang Jianxin]: There's been a bit of a problem here. Can the journalists help give the daydreamers some faith?

She initially considered threatening him directly, but then thought it best to ask politely first, hoping to resolve the matter peacefully if possible. If this person turned out to be a rare kind person, she figured she should try to be courteous before resorting to force.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen...

The girl in purple pajamas, surrounded by displays and devices, remained expressionless for a long time before letting out a cold laugh.

She doesn't even know the daydreamer—does she really think this manipulator of public opinion is a philanthropist?

Just as the girl in the purple pajamas was about to refuse outright, a chilling aura suddenly pierced through the screen, and the sinister aura seemed to materialize, transforming into an invisible ghostly hand that fiercely gripped her neck.

"Uh...well..."

Oxygen was being gradually deprived, and vision began to blur.

In a daze, she seemed to see those cold, jet-black eyes in the underworld, and heard a blurry voice belonging to Jiang Jianxin, yet even more childish and chilling than Jiang Jianxin's:

"This is an order, not a request."

At the same time, two new messages from Jiang Jianxin popped up on the screen.

[Jiang Jianxin]: My "suggestion".

[Jiang Jianxin]: Journalists should seriously consider this.

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