There's a big problem with dreams in this world.

The mask wasn't designed with the wearer's face in mind, so the moment Lu Qing put it on, she couldn't see anything.

Strangely, despite not being specifically designed for its size, the insect hunter mask fit her cheek perfectly. Even without any securing strings, it remained firmly on her face after she released her grip.

A cold sensation surged from the mask, and the next moment, Lu Qing saw the scenery outside the mask.

Her body inexplicably grew much taller, and even the tall Knight Myron appeared much shorter in her eyes. However, Lu Qing soon realized that it wasn't that she had grown taller, but rather that her perspective had shifted to behind her original body.

She is now playing a game from a third-person perspective, able to see her original body standing in front of her, feel the touch of her body, and even control her body in this strange situation.

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Chapter 512: Actually, it's Susanoo!

Lu Qing controlled her body to turn her head to look behind her, but found that she couldn't see what was behind her at all. She could only see the scenery behind her from her current perspective. However, in addition to being able to control her body, she also felt some other, rather special... techniques?

Lu Qing lowered her head and raised her right hand. What came into view was a huge palm made of black mist.

"What is this...?" Lu Qing stared in disbelief at the black mist-shrouded hand, then subconsciously clenched her fist. As she did so, both her body and the black mist hand in front of her clenched tightly.

"..." Looking at the scene before her, Lu Qing roughly knew what was going on. She called Wayne over and then looked at herself from Wayne's perspective.

Behind her original body, a huge, illusory ghostly figure made of black mist was floating there, and on the body of this illusory ghostly figure was an exoskeleton armor with a surface covered with hideous blades.

Lu Qing continued to manipulate her body, discovering that no matter what movement she made, the ghostly figure behind her would synchronize with it. Well, not all movements, for example, when Lu Qing kicked forward, the ghostly figure behind her didn't change anything, because this ghostly figure didn't have legs...

With a thought, a magical immunity shield made of phantom earthworms appeared on Lu Qing's body. In addition, Lu Qing felt that she could do some other things.

The mist on the illusory ghostly figure's palm surged continuously, and soon transformed into two enormous black mist hunting knives.

"Your Highness?" Knight Myron stood in front of Lu Qing and said after seeing the ghostly figure behind her conjure two hunting knives.

"I'm fine," Lu Qing said. After speaking, she turned around and walked to a big tree, raising her right hand.

"Shh!"

With overwhelming force, the massive tree was cleaved in two by the ghostly figure behind Lu Qing. Upon seeing this, Lu Qing's expression beneath her mask couldn't help but become somewhat excited.

She manipulated her arms for a moment, releasing the Shadow Blade, which she hadn't used in a long time. Clearly, the weapon used by the ghostly figure behind her was similar to the Shadow Blade.

However, her main attacks rely on Ghostly Shadows, and she only releases Shadow Blade to maintain her control.

After briefly recalling the [Fist and Sword Mastery] skill that she hadn't used in a long time, Lu Qing combined the swordsmanship she had learned during this period with her experience using dual daggers.

"breathe........"

Taking a deep breath, Lu Qing thrust her blade forward, aiming at the trees in front of her, swinging her shadow blade with abandon. Meanwhile, the phantom hovering behind her made the exact same movements, chopping large swaths of trees into pieces.

“Uh… Ugh…” Suddenly, Lu Qing’s movements stopped. She felt a headache and her perspective returned from the phantom to her original body.

The enormous phantom dissipated, and Lu Qing squatted on the ground, covering her head with both hands.

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"Ouch...it hurts so much." Lu Qing said with her eyes a little wet, because the pain came so suddenly that a few tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Your Highness, are you alright?!" Myron, the princess's guardian knight, rushed over to ask Lu Qing, who was crouching on the ground with her head in her hands.

"It's nothing, she just overexerted her mental energy," the Pope said, immediately recognizing Lu Qing's condition.

Because it was her first time using the Insect Hunter Mask, Lu Qing was too excited and didn't notice the mental energy rapidly depleting in her mind.

"You should rest now," the Pope said, standing in front of Lu Qing with a hint of helplessness.

“I think so too…” Suppressing her headache, Lu Qing stood up and took the mask off her face. “At least I know how to use the mask, which is a good thing.” She looked at the black insect hunter mask and smiled, though her smile was distorted by the headache.

"Hmm..." The Pope nodded absentmindedly. He was currently pondering why Lu Qing's mask had become like this. Was it a problem with the resentful soul, or was it a problem with the princess herself?

If it's the latter, then things will be complicated. After all, if it really is Lu Qing's problem, then not only will the subjugation of the vengeful spirits be affected, but also the other skills of the psychic may change.

"Your Highness, after you have rested, please allow me to check the effects of your other skills," the Pope said.

“Okay.” Lu Qing nodded and said, “I’m also very curious about the changes to this mask.”

She had known for a long time that her [psychic] ability was different from the Pope's, but she didn't know exactly how or where the differences lay.

She hadn't told the Pope about it until she couldn't explain why, but now that she had a reason to examine it properly, she was naturally very willing. After all, only by understanding her own skills could she use them better.

But before that, let her get some rest... Lu Qing thought, rubbing her temples.

Back at the hunter's cabin, after speaking briefly with Eileen, she went back to her bedroom and quietly lay down on her bed.

"........"

"........"

"I can't sleep..." Lu Qing opened her eyes again, feeling her brain throbbing with pain from overusing her mental energy, but it was precisely because of the headache that she couldn't fall asleep.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Qing gripped the Ice Elf Blessing Necklace tightly with her left hand, feeling a cool sensation in her brain. Then she took out her hallucinogenic pipe and took a deep drag.

"Phew, that feels much better," Lu Qing said, her expression relaxing.

She certainly doesn't like smoking, not only because it's harmful to health, but also because the smell of smoke is unbearable.

But hallucinogenic pipes are different. They are not only harmless to the body, but also have a mild flavor. Even so, she did not have the habit of smoking hallucinogenic pipes when she had nothing to do.

Perhaps it's because she's somewhat averse to smoking, and as for the reasons why, there are many possibilities.

For example, classmates in junior and senior high school who liked to smoke, teachers who strictly enforced smoking regulations, various opinions about the dangers of smoking, and disliking the smell of my dad's cigarette smoke, etc.

Which world is real: the world before I traveled through time, or the world I'm in now?

Lu Qing couldn't help but recall the incident where the Pope and Knight Myron were stuck, as well as Hao Meng's nonchalant reply. These incomprehensible things filled her with dread.

The world before the time travel, the world we are in now, and the world within the dream game—which one is the real one?

Perhaps she really was stunned after being hit by the truck, and what she is experiencing now is just a dream. Once she wakes up, she will find herself lying in a hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"........"

"........"

"........"

She fell asleep.

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Chapter 513: Three Years Later and Then Another Three Years

[Basic Medicine LV8-LV10]

[Advanced Swordsmanship LV7-LV10]

[Basic Pharmaceutical Manufacturing LV7-LV8]

[Meditation LV5-LV8]

[Mental Shock LV5-LV10]

[Vanhustan Breathing Technique LV4-LV6]

Strength +2, Agility +3, Constitution +2, Spirit +0

[Emergency Treatment LV3-LV5]

[Advanced Carpenter LV3-LV5]

[Spirit Communication LV3-LV6]

[Mental Contract LV3-LV5]

[Spiritual Power Mastery LV3-LV7]

[Occultism LV2-LV3]

Purification Spell LV2-LV10

[Fighting Proficiency LV1-LV3]

[Basic Pharmacy LV1-LV2]

Time flies. Since the news of the Guiji Cult's attack on the town spread, the people of the entire kingdom have been somewhat uneasy. In the past, no matter what the Guiji Cult did, it had never carried out large-scale destruction on the town.

This led most people to take these cultists seriously until this incident occurred, when they realized that the cultists they had been ignoring had actually grown to the point of attacking towns.

However, under the king's effective governance, the people's fear of cultists was gradually transformed into a surge of enthusiasm to crack down on them. Countless soldiers were mobilized, and every city in the kingdom was subjected to strict inspections.

Numerous strongholds of the Guiji Cult have been wiped out, and reports from some members of the public have made this cult, which has always been hiding in a corner of the kingdom, suffer greatly.

........

"Our operation failed, and Number Five and Number Fourteen are both dead." In the same basement, Number Three sat in his chair with a gloomy expression and said.

"I had high hopes for number fourteen, but I didn't expect this..." Number four said, her long legs encased in black stockings crossed, her tone seemingly wistful.

“Your actions were too reckless. Now we are being watched by so many forces throughout the kingdom, and many of our brothers have already been executed.” Number Two sat in his chair, his fingers interlaced, staring intently at Number Three.

"I..." Number Three felt a sense of pressure under Number Two's gaze. He forced himself to calm down and explained, "You need too many bloodstones. I have to take some daring measures to gather them."

"And nobody knew that the Pope and the princess would come to Fremures. If it weren't for them, my plan would have been flawless."

After shifting the blame, Number Three immediately felt much less pressure. Indeed, if it weren't for the error in the intelligence, he would have already finished collecting the bloodstones.

But Number Two didn't think that way. He continued to stare at Number Three with a piercing gaze. Although he didn't say anything, he made Number Three's relaxed heart pull back again.

After a long silence, Number Two slowly spoke, "Number Three, you know I don't want to hear excuses." Number Two loosened his fingers and slowly took out a well-sealed letter from under the table.

Number Two opened the letter, looked at its contents, then threw it on the table and said, "According to the rules, you should now be punished for the brothers we lost. Of course, that's just my opinion."

"The Sacred Tree Festival is about to begin. Number One believes we should cut our losses as soon as possible, so I can't touch you yet. But if you make another mistake..." After a pause, Number Two said with a slightly heavier tone, "I will personally throw you into the Bloodstone Conversion Array."

"..." Number Three remained silent. Before he knew it, his back was covered in sweat. Although there was only a difference of one number, Number Three was very clear about the gap between himself and Number Two.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough that, with the sect facing difficulties, Number One did not want him, who was still useful, to die.

"Take a look. This is your next mission." Number Two's voice brought Number Three back to his senses. He picked up the envelope that Number Two had thrown on the table and began to read it carefully.

"This..." Number Three looked at the contents of the envelope. Even as the third-in-command of the Track Cult, he was surprised by what he saw.

“We just want the result…” Number Two said to Number Three in a deep voice.

"...I understand, this matter..." Number Three put the envelope into his pocket with a slightly trembling voice, then took a deep breath and said, "I will take care of it."

“Very good, you can leave now.” Number Two nodded, then looked at the woman beside him and said, “Number Four, you stay here, I have something to say to you.”