The Vidyadhara Are All Completely Insane! (Continued)

Suddenly, a flash of silver-gray swept past her eyes. It was a tail—slender, graceful, and gleaming with a cold, sharp metallic luster.

"!!!"

Stelle stopped abruptly, looked down, and saw the young girl brushing past her, then drew in a sharp breath:

"Miss Ninti!?"

"It's me. You are?"

Ninti turned her head, raising her delicate, expressionless little face, and blankly gazed up at the brother-in-law.

Stelle calmed herself down for a moment, then said with helplessness:

"I am Stelle. You could understand me as the administrator of Penacony. Even though you are a genius, please respect our rules as well. Check in through the proper channels before you can enter the dream pool and access the real Penacony."

"But isn't this place already the Dreamscape."

"Huh!?"

"Your attempts to cover things up are flawless to others, but these eyes of mine have once witnessed the scenery seen by the Vessel of Knowledge."

Golden light rippled in Ninti's pupils, resembling a true god who saw through all things in the universe, piercing straight through Stelle's soul in an instant.

It wasn't even that she loved repeating this phrase; it was mostly because in the Interstellar World, there was no description more high-profile than this to immediately make people realize Ninti's weight at that moment.

Anqi's essence was simply a repeater.

Anqi's es—

Ninti: 'Shut up!'

Got it.

Got it.

Got it...

Ninti's expression remained blank.

It took quite a while for Stelle to recover from that unprecedented pressure, taking two steps back with a disordered breath.

"Her initial attempt to use Penacony as a chessboard means you are already constrained by her, or at least have reached some kind of cooperation with her, right?"

"..."

"No matter what your schemes are, you can give them up now. What you see before