Millennium Witch.

Chapter 99-98- Keeping a Mistress in a Golden House
Having decided to leave, Yvette planned to pick an auspicious day, preferably after winter had passed, before setting off.

In the remaining days, she actually had one very important thing to do: to explore the dreamlike mist of the submerged city.

Yes, in this fifth-tier city called "Fusijiang", there is indeed a dreamlike mist.

It's also thanks to the fact that she stays in each ruined city for a long time. While the fact that long-lived beings are not sensitive to time is certainly one factor, another hidden factor is that she needs to conduct a thorough search to ensure that no dream mist is missed.

Now her efforts have finally paid off; in a flooded neighborhood, she saw a dreamlike mist.

It was hidden in a corner of a street-facing shop that was completely submerged and covered with slippery moss. Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to find. She was only discovered by a fleeting glimpse when she was really frustrated after being out of the water for a long time and wanted to go down to see if there was a problem with this body of water.

It's just a matter of fate.

So, on a cold morning, after arriving at this shallow area, Yvette broke the floating ice on the river and dived underwater.

She shouldn't be able to drown, thanks to the confidence of an immortal witch, but just in case, she cast a spell on herself that was once written in the "Pure Blue Codex" to ensure that she could maintain underwater breathing for a long time.

Then, before entering the mist, she quickly clarified her basic goals for entering the dream.

Firstly, Fusjiang is a border city of the Rusty Bone Free State, and its main target is naturally the necromancy technology possessed by the cult "Holy Spirit Sect".

She only had a superficial understanding of the five major concepts of magic, but now she finally had the opportunity to come into contact with one of the two major branches of soul magic.

Secondly, she needs to find Zero and One. Although it was just a dream from the past, it can deepen her understanding of herself and help her better grasp the uniqueness of her body, figuring out what her mutated magic and pure white tentacles really are.

Then there are some other small, miscellaneous goals with similar priorities.

For example, you could look up information about the hollow base beneath Cooks to see what secrets it holds.

For example, deepening the relationship with the Civilization Preservation Society, or even finding an opportunity to join the organization.

Another example is burying time capsules in specific locations to test whether dreams can influence reality.

After going through the series of mission objectives in her mind, Yvette used earth magic to seal the dream mist, then used ice magic to freeze the interior, excavating and moving the ice blocks out, barely creating a small basement where she could breathe normally.

Then she walked into the mist, yawned, and slowly closed her eyes.

……

When consciousness refocused and the heavy eyelids slowly lifted, a strange and narrow space came into view.

The first thing you perceive is absolute darkness, and a few broken streaks of streetlight light filtering through the window. They fall on the dusty floor, cutting out irregular patches of light. The only window is fitted with rusty iron security bars; looking through the bars, you see only the deep, boundless night outside, with only a few pale, flickering lights in the distance, as if they might go out at any moment.

To her surprise, this place didn't seem to be in the city center of Fusjiang—the area with its skyscrapers and high-rises—but rather in a very remote suburb. The buildings were low and dilapidated, and outside the windows were streets that were almost deathly empty, with very few streetlights. A sense of abandoned desolation and marginalization permeated the air.

Reaching the room's door, Yvette turned the handle, only to find it locked from the inside. She frowned slightly, not rushing to break down the door, but first surveying the room's layout, her expression gradually becoming somewhat strange.

The room looked like a multi-person prison, exuding a strange smell of old dust, sweat, and disinfectant. Several rows of old-fashioned bunk beds were crammed together, their paint peeling off to reveal dark red rust. The walls were a pale white, covered in stains. In short, it resembled a boarding school from the last century, the kind with a powerful, almost supernatural presence.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside, accompanied by relaxed laughter as if they were chatting, seemingly heading straight for this room.

Yvette hesitated for a moment, not rushing to leave, but instead walking to a corner of the room, a yellowish-brown runic ring swirling around her hand. With a gentle tug, she tore a layer out of the wall beside her, creating a recessed compartment just big enough to accommodate her, perfectly concealing her figure.

She was a little curious about where she was, and she took the opportunity to observe the people outside. If they were ordinary, kind-hearted locals from Rustbone, she would ask them for directions to a place with an elemental wave receiver, that is, a signal station.

There's no internet here, so her magic terminal can't be used to calibrate the local time.

Yvette activated the local translation function on her magic terminal and waited quietly. As far as she knew, Black Tide Language was the official language of the United States of New Eden, and while it was widely used, it wasn't always effective in many remote areas, especially in smaller countries.

Especially in remote, impoverished areas like Rusty Bone Free State, where most locals speak dialects, a translator may not be accurate, but without one, you really have to rely on body language.

After a slight clinking of keys, the iron door slammed open. Yvette stood quietly in her self-built cubicle, hearing voices outside—not in dialect, but in clear, articulate Heichao language.

"Behave yourselves! As soon as the car arrives tomorrow, I'll send you to the park, you hear me? Don't get any funny ideas, or I'll have to deal with you!" A cold, mocking male voice rang out, accompanied by a crisp metallic sound, as if handcuffs had been produced.

"What...what do you want? I am a citizen of New Eden! The federal government will not let you get away with this!" Another young voice cried out in terror. Upon seeing the handcuffs, the owner of this voice seemed to finally break down, making a last, futile struggle.

"Hahahaha!" Several bursts of laughter erupted outside the door, clearly from three people. "New Eden? Federal Government? Listen to that! Pigs are pigs!" The cold voice's laughter was full of sarcasm. "Go ahead and call them here if you dare! I advise you not to even think about running away. We've already taken your passports, and this place is full of our people. Unless you crawl through a rat hole, you won't get away!"

"Boss, stop wasting time talking to these piglets. Cuff them all. If they try to escape, kill them. Sell their organs to big corporations and their souls to those lunatics in the Holy Spirit Cult. I heard they caught two super cute little mother and cubs in the other park next door, probably not even 10 years old yet. Let's go 'drive the train' together later!"

"What? Under 10 years old? Is there such a good thing?" The man called "boss" suddenly raised his voice, his breathing became rapid, revealing a nauseating ecstasy.

Then came the cold, grating click of the iron handcuffs clashing together, followed by the sounds of beatings from a few struggles and resistance.

Behind the cubicle, Yvette listened expressionlessly and roughly deduced the situation—this was probably a human traffickers' base, and the so-called "piglets" brought in were naturally the victims.

Given that the Rustbone Free State is nicknamed "the nation of human traffickers" in the New Eden United States, it doesn't seem surprising that something like this happened.

Then, as she was pondering how to make her move discreetly and avoid alerting the enemy, she noticed a young trafficker in a yellow jacket had somehow moved to the vicinity of the balcony. He glanced casually into the cubicle, his gaze instantly freezing.

The next second, his mouth opened into an "O" shape, his throat loosened, and he said in a trembling voice, "Boss... there's, there's a super beauty... hiding here..."

"What? How could there be someone hiding in this room?" The burly man known as "the boss" immediately squeezed through. The light was dim, but Yvette could still see him clearly—half of his face was covered with metallic patterns, a prosthetic eye that flashed red, and his bare left arm was a matte alloy skeleton; he was clearly a heavily modified cyborg.

Upon seeing Yvette, he too showed an expression of amazement, swallowed hard, and muttered to himself in an extremely greedy and ecstatic tone, "Good heavens... which guy is hiding a beauty here... I really have to thank that brother..."

Yvette narrowed her eyes and slightly raised the corners of her mouth. With this imperceptible movement, the air in the room suddenly turned icy cold. A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew the door shut with a bang, as if an invisible ghost had reached out and created a secluded space.

(End of this chapter)