Choosing "Ingredients"

Dressed in children's formal attire, Ludwig looked at the newly cleaned "Altar" and licked his lips with regret, saying, "If we had caught that bird with a human head and stewed it with a fat duck, we could have gained the ability to control our fear in Dream, and possibly even wake up from our dreams through fear..."

"In addition..."

The seven or eight-year-old boy started counting on his fingers, one by one:

"The Ash Beast of Dabira Star, when cooked by roasting, will not get lost in most Dream for seven days..."

"The Black Dream Tapir is a Spirit World Creature that feeds on emotions such as joy, happiness, delight, and longing in human Dream. Its remaining dust is used to make a drink that prevents the drinker from being misled by the beauty of Dream, allowing them to become immersed in them and unwilling to wake up. Furthermore, each time this drink is consumed, it grants the drinker the ability to clearly distinguish between reality and Dream for the Future ten days..."

"The Nightmare King, an Angel- level being, rules the Four-Snake Planet in the Y Star System. Consuming its gallbladder grants the permanent trait of lucid Dream and the ability to read _pictures_...

"..."

As Ludwig talked, he grew hungrier and hungrier, and couldn't resist asking his Godfather, who had now become a woman, for a few sandwich cookies to fill his stomach.

After he finished recounting the Ingredient he could recall, Anthony said thoughtfully, "Perhaps I've encountered Black Dream Tapir."

Seeing Lumian looking at him, Anthony said carefully, "I met a Patient at the psychiatric clinic a while ago. He had Nightmare for three weeks in a row, and he was listless, emotionally numb, and very pessimistic."

"I've done formal psychotherapy for him and tried using Beyond Ability like hypnosis to solve the problem, but they can only stop him from Nightmare for two or three days, and then he'll go back to his original state."

"I couldn't understand why he failed before, but now I suspect he was targeted by the Black Dream Tapir."

"A psychological clinic?" Lumian asked casually as he nodded.

Anthony explained simply, "To join the 'Psychological Alchemy and Library,' you need to be fully integrated into the field of Psychiatrist. I am now officially a licensed Doctor at a psychiatric clinic."

Lumian hummed in agreement, then pondered for a moment before saying, "The higher the Sequence a new recruit, the less likely they are to be trusted by those Concealment organizations. Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 are alright; within the realm of Wild Beyonder, they are attainable by Ordinary Person. Sequence 6 is barely acceptable, and Sequence 5 involves Ritual, so very few pure Wild Beyonder can reach that level. Aren't you worried that becoming a ' Dreamwalker ' now will affect your later joining the ' Psychic Alchemy Association '?"

Anthony smiled and said, "My ' Dreamwalker ' Potion Formula and corresponding materials were purchased in batches from a member of the ' Psychic Alchemy Association,' and the ' Justice ' Lady mainly provided financial rewards."

"I see..." Lumian then asked Ludwig, "Approximately what level is the Black Dream Tapir's strength?"

"The strong ones possess a faint Divinity, while the weak ones are equivalent to Sequence 7," Ludwig said with anticipation.

"Going to the Spirit World to find the Man-Headed Bird Demon or the Black Dream Tapir is beyond our capabilities, unless we ask Lady ' Magician ' or the ' Angel of Spirits ' who governs the Spirit World on behalf of Mr ' The Fool ' for help," Lumian said to Anthony. "Do you have a way to let me enter that Patient's Dream? I want to determine if it is the Black Dream Tapir and if there is any chance to capture it."

"I bought two Dream-Entry Charm from the ' Psychic Alchemy Association,' Lady ' Justice ' also gave me one," Anthony replied truthfully.

Lumian laughed, pulling up his Cloak to cover his face:

"Then let's go 'visit' That One Patient tonight."

Anthony suppressed his disappointment at having his Exquisite Beauty beautiful face obscured, nodded, and followed Lumian, who was holding Ludwig's hand, down to the ground.

After walking several dozen meters, Ludwig turned his head and glanced at Lumian, saying, "Mother..."

He simply felt that since the Godfather had become Women, the title should be changed.

Mother... Lumian's heart skipped a beat, and his voice became stern:

You should still call me Godfather.

"Yes, Godfather." Ludwig readily agreed. "I've had some bad feelings lately."

"A bad feeling?" Lumian asked, as if deep in thought. "Is it about you, or about all of us?"

Ludwig was quite honest:

"My own."

Lumian nodded slightly and chuckled.

"I roughly know what it is. It's not a big problem; I can just bear with it and Past."

"At that time, you will have the opportunity to accumulate contribution points to exchange for different parts of the Corpse Gifted Half-God."

Ludwig's eyes lit up instantly, forgetting that his premonition was leaning towards the bad:

"Yes, Godfather!"

Inside Apartment in the Opera District, on Black Hat Street, with the curtains drawn.

Niseya is nearly 1.7 meters tall, stood in front of the Full-Length Mirror, gazing at her reflection:

Her face was fair, delicate, and clean; her naturally wavy brown hair cascaded down her back; her deep brown Eyes held a clear glimmer of light; her lips were bright red and moist, slightly parted to reveal two rows of white Teeth; her figure was shapely, and her height was just right...

What a charming woman she is!

Niseya stared at herself, her right hand falling to her rosy lips, then slowly moving down towards her high, firm mound.

She never imagined That One the extraordinary power promised by the "Witch" would be obtained in this way. When she became immersed in and proud of the various abilities brought by the "Assassin's " Potion and committed many crimes, her fate was already Predestination.

She was forced to drink a "Witch's " Potion, becoming a woman, a stark contrast to and a direct confrontation with her Men identity of the Past two decades.

She now seems to have split into two people: one angry, in Pain, wanting to take revenge on those "Witch" and the world; the other conquered by her Charm beauty, flawless figure, and unprecedented joy, falling in love with herself now, and even wanting to drink High-Sequence Potion to make herself even more perfect and Charm.

Suddenly, following her spiritual intuition, Niseya lowered her hand from her chest, turned sharply, and looked at a chair with a backrest near the window.

There was someone there at some point.

The man rested his arms on the armrests and leaned comfortably against the back of the chair. His long, flaxen hair, tied in a ponytail, was Linen-Colored visible. His brown eyebrows, which flew up to his temples, gave him a heroic beauty that seemed to pierce the hearts of all who saw him. His seemingly calm and clear Lake-Colored Eyes were deep and profound, as if they held many emotions and thoughts, making people want to explore them with all their passion.

These features, along with her high, delicate nose, moist, rosy lips, smooth, long neck, and the fullness of her figure that made her lace Flowers shirt look plump, suddenly gave Niseya an urge to submit and kiss the back of her hand.

"So beautiful... Just as beautiful as the other ' Witch ' I've seen before, but with a different aura. What attracts me most is her aura and the details of her appearance..." Niseya gazed Greed at the beauty before her, not even questioning who she was, nor taking any precautions against an attack.

Is this the newly promoted "Witch"...? Franca, sitting in her armchair, secretly shook her head.

She had infiltrated the room the moment Niseya began admiring her reflection in the mirror, but Niseya was so engrossed in her own beauty that she was completely unaware, and even considered staging an over-the-top scene.

When Franca drank the "Witch's " Potion, she was also amazed by her own beauty, thinking that this was the Anima she had always dreamed of, the woman she had longed for. Fortunately, she had a very cheerful Personality, and being Transmigrator who had already changed bodies once, she didn't reject her current Women body or consider it a different person. So, she was just a little narcissistic and didn't actually fall in love with her Women self. (Note 1)

As she became busy with the Tarot Club's missions and met Jenna and Lumian, Franca's interest in these matters diminished. But then again, with her own beauty, how could she not appreciate them?

Although she was sitting while Niseya was standing, Franca smiled condescendingly and said, "I don't know if the ' Black Witch ' told you that for a long time to come, you will be my Subordinate."

"Lady. Clarisse mentioned that you are Lady. Franca, right?" Niseya's gaze lingered on Franca's body, feeling an urge to tear off her clothes and beg for Pleasure, but when she looked at her own chest, a wave of sorrow washed over her.

I don't have that ability anymore...

"You're not vigilant enough. If I were the enemy, you would have died several times over." Franca said, her red lips slightly parted. "' Mirror Substitute 'Mirror Substitute are important, but we can't rely on them completely."

Niseya was first startled, then broke out in a cold sweat:

"Yes, Lady. Franca."

Franca smiled slightly, which made Niseya's eyes light up:

"Give me the information on the Core Member of the Emperor Party."

Niseya nodded subconsciously:

"OK."

She walked quickly towards the safe in the room.

Administrative district, Livo Street.

Wearing cotton Pajamas and pajama bottoms, Kaiwell sat on the edge of the bed with a glass of Red Wine in his hand, reluctant to lie down and go to sleep for a long time.

He knew that would be the beginning of another long period of torment and endless Pain.

In the end, he couldn't resist the fatigue and sleepiness, drank the glass of Red Wine, and fell into a deep sleep.

In his hazy dream, Kaiwell ran in terror, nearly collapsing, with a giant Monster chasing after him.

There was a precipice ahead, and before he could stop, he fell straight down.

If this were a normal Dream, Kaiwell would surely wake up from the freefall or switch scenes directly with the Library, but he didn't. He crashed to the ground with a thud, watching his body shatter into pieces, scattered everywhere, in indescribable pain.

He let out a sharp, agonizing scream.

Just then, a bear-like shadow emerged from the darkness and began licking the Brain Matter that Kaiwell had thrown up. This startled Kaiwell, filling him with even greater Pain and fear.

Suddenly, he saw Moon rise in the sky, and a slightly slender figure descended from the heavens carrying Giant Iron-Black Straight Sword.

The figure's Hood flipped up, and his long black hair, illuminated by the Crimson Moon, appeared dreamlike, as if it had pierced directly into the Moon.

Note 1: Jungian psychology term, representing the Women image in a man's subconscious. Every man's Anima is different, representing the one he subconsciously likes and yearns for the most.