Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Looking at the cup of tea gleaming with golden light, Cheng Cheng suddenly asked, "Do you have a guide?"

No.

"There must be a hint, right? Otherwise, how am I supposed to pass the level?"

"Hmm... there are two levels in the illusion."

Elle thought for a moment, then held up two fingers, “They represent the most beautiful future in your and Miss Freya’s hearts. The test subject will lose all memories of this place and immerse herself in this beautiful future.”

"The other trial participant will acquire an identity within the illusion, and then strive to awaken the other person, instilling in them a desire to resist the beautiful illusion, ultimately shattering the illusion and returning to reality."

After listening, Cheng Cheng nodded thoughtfully.

It certainly doesn't sound dangerous.

He and Freya exchanged a glance.

"Can you trust me?" Cheng Cheng asked.

"Is...okay?"

Freya answered without much confidence.

“In general, I’m testing the chemistry and bond between you two,” Elle added from the side.

Cheng Cheng immediately raised his hand: "I request a substitution! Can Sylvia come instead?"

"Hey!" Freya jumped up in anger. "What do you mean?!"

"This isn't an option for higher success rates, after all, you're a little bit naive..."

"Hello!!!!"

"OK OK!"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Elle quickly interrupted, helplessly adjusting the brim of her hat: "Let's start already, the audience is getting impatient."

She waved lightly.

The two cups of tea in front of Cheng Cheng and Freya floated to their lips, looking as if they couldn't wait to drink them down.

Cheng Cheng took a deep breath, picked up his teacup, and looked at the small figure beside him.

Freya also picked up her teacup, her light blue eyes fixed on him.

Eyes facing each other.

"Keep it up," Cheng Cheng said.

"Mm." Freya nodded.

They both tilted their heads back and drank it down in one gulp.

…………

The windmill spun and spun, and Freya opened her eyes.

The ceiling is a warm color, and a rattan lamp hangs from the wooden beam, its light as soft as melting honey.

She lay in bed, covered with a fluffy down comforter with a small floral pattern that smelled of sunshine.

There's someone sleeping soundly beside me.

Her short, orange hair was a little messy, and her clear face looked exceptionally peaceful in her sleep. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly from time to time, and there seemed to be a faint smile on her lips.

Mr. Mambo.

Oh no, it's Cheng Cheng.

Freya paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered where she was—

The Witch's Illusion.

She looked around.

This is a cozy little room.

The walls were painted a light beige, and several watercolor paintings hung on the walls, depicting fields, windmills, and running puppies. A string of wind chimes, shaped like windmills, hung by the window, tinkling softly in the morning breeze. Several potted green plants sat on the windowsill, their leaves thick and glossy green.

A wooden desk was placed against the wall, with several books, a vase with dried flowers, and a photo frame on it.

Freya's gaze fell on the photo frame.

She reached out and took the photo frame.

That was a group photo.

In the picture, she is wearing a white dress, the hem of which just covers her knees, with white stockings on her legs. Her chubby little face is pressed tightly against Cheng Cheng's face. Both of them are smiling brightly at the camera, their eyes curving into crescent moons, laughing without any regard for their image.

'Is this my identity in the illusion?'

Freya looked at the photo, then at the person still fast asleep beside her, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

They actually slept together and took such intimate photos...

What is her relationship with Cheng Cheng?

Siblings?

In the photo, she looks like she's eight or nine years old, while Cheng Cheng is still that eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy. If they were siblings, it wouldn't be impossible...

Father and daughter?

Thinking about it carefully, Cheng Cheng is at least a legendary figure, so it's normal for him to look younger than his age...

Or is it……

Lover?

When she thought of the last word, Freya blushed all the way down to her ears, and even her neck turned a light pink.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Cheng Cheng anymore, but her eyes kept glancing in that direction out of the corner of her eye.

Only Cheng Cheng, immersed in his dream, knew the true nature of their relationship.

She thought for a moment, then gently reached out and nudged Cheng Cheng's shoulder.

"Hey, wake up..."

Cheng Cheng didn't move.

"Mmm..." He let out a muffled whimper, turned over, and faced away from her.

Freya bit her lip and pushed him away again.

"Hey! Wake up!"

This time she used a bit more force.

Cheng Cheng finally reacted.

He groggily rolled over, his eyes still closed, his brow furrowing before he even opened them. He glanced at Freya, whose face still held a sleepy, dazed look, and then—

He reached out, grabbed the blanket, and covered his face with it.

"Let me sleep a little longer..."

A muffled sound came from under the blanket:

"mom."

Freya was stunned.

She blinked, then patted her face in disbelief.

mom???

mom!!!

Chapter 59, New Century Warriors

Mother?

No.

Why does Mr. Mambo feel like he is his mother in his dream?

Freya felt a surge of fear.

She quickly shook Cheng Cheng awake again, and couldn't help but ask, "Um... are we playing house? What? No? I really am your mother? But I'm only nine years old!"

This is getting stranger and stranger.

"But, but..." Freya stammered, "Could it be that I'm your adoptive mother? Um... Cheng Cheng, who gave birth to you? What do you mean by 'given birth to a mother'?"

In the end, they didn't get any information out of them.

Cheng Cheng impatiently wrapped himself in the blanket and curled up into a ball, seemingly unwilling to answer his question anymore.

Freya sighed and got out of bed.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, making the room warm and cozy. She walked to the window and looked out—buildings of varying heights, square windows, no spires, no castles, the style of the Elven Empire.

Come to think of it, Cheng Cheng's name is also in the style of the Elf Empire... Could he be a human from the Empire?

This explains it: people in the Elf Empire live long lives, and elves who look like children may be over a hundred years old, so it's normal for them to be the mother of an ordinary human... Perhaps in Mr. Mambo's hometown, recognizing a little girl as a mother is a custom?

Freya comforted herself in this way.

After thinking for a moment, she picked up her phone from the bedside table.

The interface is similar to that of a regular mobile phone, and there is an app called "Qianwenxing" which looks like a search website.

She tried searching for "Elf Empire".

The search results came back—all of them were content from novels, movies, and games. There was no mention of the Kingdom of Kornoma, the Holy Kingdom, or the Church of the City Builders. It even claimed that elves were fictional and did not exist.

Freya was taken aback.

She looked up, instinctively trying to sense the magic around her—

Nothing at all.

The energy that once filled the world, the magic that could be condensed into spells, ignite fire, and allow gold-level powerhouses to fly into the sky, was nowhere to be found in this dream.

She reached out, expending her magic, and tried to condense a whirlwind as usual.

Successful.