Equivalent Exchange

Amon? Jenna, who was standing next to the car, was stunned.

She vaguely understood why she had been able to arrive at the Star Dream General Store ahead of time and escape the deadly "hallucination" at the most critical moment.

Amon provided assistance in this matter; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

She and Franca had anticipated the risks to the greatest extent possible, but they still didn't expect the reality to be so terrifying that they wouldn't even have a chance to escape the Dream!

This is under the premise that, as a "Witch," her survival skills and ability to protect herself are among the best of the Beyonder in her Sequence.

Sure enough, Amon and His Father are on our side when it comes to awakening Mr. The Fool, but they have different desired paces. That's why He has only offered help now. Hmm, this help is aimed at That One Evil God of the "Fantasy Society." If I fail my mission today and die, and the painting returns to Rosanne's hands, will things develop in a way that Amon and His Father don't want to see? In that instant, Jenna thought of many things, and didn't even have time to feel fear.

"Help me close the car door." Amon, with Monocle clipped to his right eye socket, reminded Jenna with a smile, just like a real Ride-Hailing Driver.

Jenna then returned to normal and casually closed the car door.

Watching the white sedan smoothly drive away from the street, Jenna, clutching the Cliff Painting, rushed into the Star Dream General Store without any regard for her image.

Jenna immediately relaxed after noticing the light dimming considerably.

Only then did she begin to feel doubt:

Why was Amon able to accept my order so accurately?

How did He know we had acquired the painting and were going to deliver it to the Star Dream General Store today?

Everyone is suppressed to Sequence 7; Prophecy and Divination alone cannot achieve such Precision...

Could it be that True God, upon arriving in the Dream City, would face different restrictions than we do?

So, Amon "coincidentally" saved me with the help of His father?

This also explains why this painting was so difficult for me to resist, leaving me no chance to save myself. If we were all at Sequence 7 level, it shouldn't be like this. Or perhaps I actually had a chance to escape its influence, but since it was my first time encountering this type of attack, I made Error in my response and failed to discover the details that could be used in time? Jenna looked at the Oil Painting in her arms, collected her thoughts, and walked to the Checkout Counter at the back of the Star Dream General Store.

"Do you accept items with Mysticism elements?" Jenna politely asked the Shop Owner, who was playing on his phone.

The Shop Owner slowly raised his head, and the blazing Sunlight outside suddenly appeared to be obscured by clouds.

"I received it." She gave Jenna a slight smile.

"Will they really accept it?" Jenna was overjoyed and quickly placed the Oil Painting she was holding on the Checkout Counter.

"Does it meet your requirements? How much is it worth?"

The Shop Owner held out a hand, pulled the Oil Painting up to his face, looked at it for a few seconds, and said, "Thirty thousand."

How much? Jenna instinctively doubted her ears.

This doesn't mean she thought the eerie Oil Painting had no Mysticism value and wasn't worth 30,000 yuan; rather, for her and Franca, the painting was a burden, a danger, something they would give away even if they had to pay extra.

If the Shop Owner said he would only accept the painting for 30,000 yuan, Jenna felt that after discussing it with Franca, she would grit her teeth and give it to him.

In a flash, Jenna thought of a possibility:

The guy at the Star Dream General Store is clearly an ally; his current actions are aimed at providing his team with more funds!

Money holds significant symbolic meaning in the Dream City.

Instead of giving it directly, they're using this opportunity to acquire Mysticism items... Is this because they have to meet certain rules of the Dream City, rules that even the Deity can't violate? Equivalent Exchange? If that's the case, it's already quite remarkable that the Major Arcana can provide each person with two thousand in start-up capital... As Jenna pondered this, she subconsciously considered whether she should bargain and raise the price a bit.

Since they are allies, they should be happy to see this behavior, as it means they can provide more assistance.

After a brief deliberation, Jenna abandoned the idea.

The person opposite is either an incarnation or projection of True God. The price He quotes will definitely be the most suitable, appropriate, and unlikely to cause any abnormalities after careful consideration.

In terms of Dream consciousness, every item has an estimated price; a transaction with too much of a premium is problematic and may involve illegal activities, inevitably leading to subsequent stressful Change. Thinking of this, Jenna responded to the Shop Owner:

"Can."

After the Shop Owner actually transferred 30,000 yuan to her, she suddenly regretted letting Ludwig eat all the other paintings.

Those might be able to be exchanged for some money!

However, those were just paintings by Rosanne, so they probably aren't worth much; perhaps only equivalent to Ludwig's late-night snack...

"Thank you." Jenna thanked the Shop Owner again, then turned and walked out of the Star Dream General Store.

The bright and brilliant Sunlight from high above shone down on her, finally giving her the feeling that the danger had completely receded.

Only then did she begin to feel fear.

She still has many things she wants to do, and there are a few people she can't bear to leave behind.

At the entrance of the Technology Building.

Franca, wearing low heels, carefully made her way up the steps.

Her current attire was unlike anything she had ever worn before, instinctively making her feel more insecure and ashamed.

This also made her more sensitive to the stares and scrutiny around her. She felt that those she appreciated were acceptable, but those she used to think were impolite or a bit disgusting seemed to have increased or become more noticeable to her. Some people would even hurry past her, take a few steps, and then glance back at her in what they thought was a discreet look, revealing a slightly disappointed expression.

This seems to stem from a feeling that her makeup, attire, and appearance differ from what one might have imagined after seeing her figure and clothing.

"Disappointing my foot!" Franca secretly gave him the middle finger and cursed under her breath.

She climbed the steps and looked at the Security Guard at the entrance, but didn't see Lumian.

She thought she could exchange glances at the door, but pretend not to know him, just like in some spy dramas... Franca muttered silently, entered the lobby, and headed towards the elevator.

Surveillance Room.

Lumian sat in front of several large screens divided into multiple scenes, carefully examining each image from a considerable distance—yesterday's minor incident had given Security Director Green an excuse to assign him to watch the surveillance footage, rotate patrols of the floors, and relieve him of his duty at the main gate.

Lumian quickly noticed Franca in the elevator lobby.

Even though she deliberately made herself look less attractive, wore old-fashioned Black-Rimmed Glasses, and dressed in clothes she had never worn before, he still recognized her.

"It's a pity that ' Lie ' are only equivalent to top-level Makeup skills right now; they can't adjust height and figure to a certain extent. Otherwise, the disguise would be even better. As it is now, it's still too eye-catching..." Lumian commented to himself.

The other Security Guard sitting next to him, seeing how intently he was watching, rolled his eyes, clutched his stomach, and said, "Little Li, my stomach hurts. I'm going to take a dump. You keep an eye on things."

Is this what they call paid time to poop online? Lumian chuckled to himself and said, "Okay."

This couldn't be better. Maybe we'll even have a chance to review yesterday's surveillance footage and see how Zhou Mingrui privately reacted to my onboarding and what he did!

After her colleague actually went to the restroom Surveillance Room, Lumian realized that Franca had finally succeeded in squeezing into the elevator after failing twice in a row.

Suddenly, the images on the large screen showing the situation in the Surveillance Room went black.

Lumian didn't move.

Just two or three seconds later, another person appeared next to him.

That was Green Security Director, wearing a light blue suit.

Green stared at the large screen and said casually, "Watch out for Huang Tao."

Beware of Huang Tao? What could President Huang possibly have to do with Men Security Guard like me? Lumian asked calmly, puzzled, "Why?"

Green, still watching the monitor, explained simply, "He betrayed his mother; he's no longer her child."

"No longer... it was before, but not now?" The Magician Lady that during the Whirlpool Incident, although Emperor Roselle perished, he also severely injured the strongest "Broker," freed himself from the "Great Mother's " Corruption, and retained the hope of Resurrection... This is a different part of the same event as Amon obtaining Mr. The Fool's consent to borrow power from his Past self again... So, Mr. The Fool, knowing Emperor Roselle's state, subconsciously changed his perception, causing Huang Tao in the Dream City to no longer harbor the "Great Mother's " Corruption? Lumian has initially sorted out the logic.

This also led him to discover a problem.

Previously, he only knew that unexpected events and encounters in Dream could reflect reality, leading to real death or potentially dangerous promotions. But at this moment, he believed that Change in reality could also affect Dream, provided that Mr. The Fool truly perceived them.

Dream and reality are not one-way; they can interact... Lumian remembered this discovery, then turned to Green and smiled, "Aren't you wondering why, as Divine Child, I'm not a woman?"

Green looked puzzled.

"A mother's child can be of any gender, or even genderless, or multiple genders."

"None of these things matter; what matters is being able to reproduce and bring Rebirth."

"Divine Child, why do you ask such a question?"

Green frowned slightly.

"Of course, it's to test you!" Lumian thought to himself with a smile.

He was testing whether Green only sensed that he was the Divine Child, or whether he knew further that the current Divine Child was Ombella, like the Severed-Hand Brother.

If Green knew he was "Ombella," he would be puzzled by the gender discrepancy. Conversely, if he did know he lacked the necessary intelligence, he would be more like the NPC Franca described, but influenced by the "Great Mother."

This also proves from another perspective that there is a big problem with the fact that the Severed-Hand Brother could call out the name Ombella.

Lumian laughed and said to Green, "I thought Mother had already told you my true identity."

As he spoke, his hair grew longer and longer, and the lines of his face softened rapidly.