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"What are you doing, you old lady, meow!" Tina struggled frantically, even shouting out the taboo of addressing someone directly.

She tried to ask Ji Mo for help, but when she met his calm eyes, she seemed to realize something. "You told this older woman to do this, meow? Why?! Didn't I help you before, meow?!"

Ji Mo remained silent, only releasing Mara.

"He did this to wake you up," Mara said with a complicated look in her eyes, "to make you realize that your so-called family has long abandoned you, and that there's no one else in this house but you."

Tina was stunned for a moment, then burst into an even more violent struggle. The vines that Mara had used to control her movements were torn apart.

"What a joke! Who's been abandoned! They're right here!"

"Father, Mother, and Sister! They've always been with me!"

Tina roared, and the family members who had been sent away by Mara seemed to be inspired as well, knocking on the door and asking questions. The knocking became more and more forceful, and the whole house seemed to shake.

"This is troublesome. The world is beginning to respond to her wishes." Mara's face was grim as she continuously cast control spells.

The underlying logic of this world is to help people realize their deepest desires; in essence, it is still idealistic.

The stronger your belief, the more power you will receive in return.

Unlike Mara, who was the only powerhouse in the royal city who had broken through a certain level, and was therefore fully aware of the absurd gap between herself and Ji Mo, making it impossible for her to deceive herself or draw power from the underlying logic, Tina was completely unaware of the absolute difference between the two.

"Then leave this world."

Ji Mo grabbed one in each hand, glanced at the skill cooldown, and saw that it had long since ended.

The three of them vanished into thin air.

……

Ji Mo was already familiar with the changes between the old and new scenes, but the other two were not.

Mara and Tina were both stunned for a moment, especially Tina, whose brain seemed to refuse to process the information in front of her.

The rotten wooden floor creaked beneath the previously broken plants, and all the furniture in sight was covered with a thick layer of dust. The previous inquiries and knocking had long since disappeared.

"Father? Mother?" Tina called out tentatively.

No one responded.

Having left their original space, Mara, who had lost her power, was filled with hunger. Her vines, now devoid of energy, were extremely fragile and were torn apart by Tina.

She futilely lifted the tattered tablecloth, kicked aside the rotten wooden crate, searching for a family that never existed.

Her movements quickened, her voice trembled with sobs, until she staggered and stopped in the middle of the room, looking at the black grime on her palms from touching the rotten furniture.

At that moment, all the self-deception and pretense were completely shattered by reality.

"Since you were able to bring us all out, why didn't you just do it this way?" Mara felt her mouth go dry, and she realized even more the gap between herself and Ji Mo.

This man might be more terrifying than any disaster.

"I don't know your past, and bringing someone out arbitrarily could have worse consequences than what happened to her. If the pollution weren't so uncontrollable and couldn't be delayed any longer, I wouldn't want to resort to such extreme measures."

Mara had no choice but to believe this explanation and went forward.

After all, they were friends who had known each other for a long time. Seeing Tina's miserable state as she was forced to face reality, Mara felt bad too and continued to persuade her: "...This is reality, Tina, we should wake up."

Tina remained silent.

"Are she and those people really family?" Ji Mo asked abruptly.

Mara's gaze lingered between the two, but she ultimately chose the stronger one: "No, Tina was a demi-human slave they bought. It's very popular among nobles to buy demi-human slaves as pets and playmates for children."

Tina shuddered, retorting, "My father and mother are different! They treat me like a real child! They even taught me to write and read! Even that violent woman never received this kind of education!"

At Ji Mo's prompting, Mara had no choice but to reveal more of the truth: "Being able to teach a naturally intellectually deficient subhuman to write and become loyal is a very prestigious thing in aristocratic circles."

Tina stared at Mara in disbelief, her throat gurgling with a hissing sound, but it seemed like she was all bark and no bite.

"That's not true, that's not true..."

"I don't understand." Ji Mo walked up to Tina, choosing not to help him up, his tone like that of an observer, every word provoking the deeply involved party: "If that's the case, shouldn't you hate them?"

hatred?

"I should hate you, meow!" Tina bared her teeth and claws at Ji Mo, her eyes filled with hatred. "Who do you think you are, meow!? Taking it upon yourself to think of me, taking it upon yourself to wake me from my dream!"

Tina's sudden outburst startled Mara. She wanted to use magic to stop her, but her magic power was so depleted that she could only hug her and use her body to hold her down, which was safer.

The consequence was that Tina, who went berserk, bit his arm and wouldn't let go.

Ji Mo sighed, and with a crisp slap, the cat was forced to crash through the barrier house that spanned four streets.

The intensity is just right; it leaves you dazed but not brain-damaged.

Even Tina's eyes seemed to clear up a bit.

"Have you calmed down yet?" Ji Mo followed up and asked.

Tina shrank back, not daring to bite back like she had bitten Mara.

Ji Mo finally understood why the officials responsible for rescuing these kinds of victims knew there was a trap but had no choice but to fall into it.

He was no exception.

"You can hate me, but that doesn't negate the fact that the people you should hate the most are your so-called 'family'."

"They arbitrarily gave you expectations and what you thought was love, and they also chose to abandon you when you needed it most."

"You know this family better than I do. Think about it."

"Can't they really afford to immigrate another demi-human slave? Can't they come back and take you away once you've settled down?"

"Is it that they can't do it, or are they too lazy to do it? Or perhaps they already have someone to replace you?"

When she heard the word "replace," Tina's eyes widened suddenly.

Jimo asked Mara, "Does purchasing demi-human slaves cost a lot of money?"

"It depends on the value, but..." Mara looked deeply at Tina, then chose to bury the last bit of soil, "It will definitely not exceed the monthly allowance of noble ladies."

"If your love is real, and if I were you," Ji Mo proposed two conditions, coaxing, "I wouldn't linger in this false dream; I would do everything I could to bring them back to this world, back to this home."

"After all, you love them."

"Shouldn't family members never be separated?"

Ji Mo had read books about how to save victims who were addicted to their fantasies.

To make a victim wake up from their dream, besides love, there is also hate.

Unless all other methods fail, it is not recommended to use hatred to induce the victim to wake up from the dream, as this may cause rescuers to become part of the hatred.

Seeing Tina gradually calm down, but the hatred in her eyes only increased, though it wasn't entirely directed at him, Ji Mo breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his fist from behind his back.

Let her hold a grudge. As long as she's willing to cooperate and stop breathing, I'll keep her Hagen and avoid giving her Dass because I might not be able to resist.