I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 973, Section 968: The Fairy Market
As she pressed the map, Ma En felt as if he were being squeezed by an invisible hand and then roughly pushed into a small hole that he couldn't normally pass through, like a bouncy ball being forced into a hole in a wall.

Then he felt as if he really heard a popping sound, similar to squeezing, but when Marne tried to grasp the feeling, he couldn't figure out whether he had actually heard the sound or not.

When he came to his senses, a completely new experience rushed into his senses.

The tent, which had been smashed to the ground like a steamed bun, appeared on the plain before him at some unknown time. But what appeared even more unexpectedly was the vast plain itself, along with the small dark figures that gathered around the bun like ants.

"This is where you usually gather. Many of the tents are set up by us fairies. Unless there are clear markings, you can take most of the things without paying any price."

"There's plenty of delicious food, entertainment, and all sorts of services here, all included in your wishes. But this place is actually more useful for you as a social hub, since not everyone is a fan of Phantom Spirits."

The old woman stood on the dry branch and said.

Marne looked up at her:

"Phantom Spirit?"

The old woman waved her hand:
"Phantom Spirits, Mist Fairies, whatever you like, are those little sprites that can weave illusions and transform into various forms to accompany you. If any of the protected individuals wish, we can find dozens of Phantom Spirits for you to play with. You can spend the rest of your life in the happiest way within the illusions they create, and it's completely harmless."

"You can drink the most delicious wine and experience the most decadent intoxication, but there will be no real cost. Your body and mind will be completely restored the next day, because what they have created is an illusion."

"If you're the type who doesn't have many worries and plans to leave when the time comes, it's actually not bad to let them stay with you for the next six months. But many asylum seekers have social needs, especially the need to know the specific situation outside."

"For example, whether their enemies are dead or not, whether they will be hunted down if they go out now, whether they should try to prepare a plan to escape and fight back here, and if you also need to know information about the outside world, you have to come to this market to get it, because you who have made wishes are protected and isolated."

"Only we fairies can freely travel between the two worlds, so if you want real things, you must come here. Of course, even if you don't need them, at least you can see more real people here."

Marx and Engels nodded:

"So this is the main place for us asylum seekers to communicate, and there are various market-like services to enjoy, including food and information gathering, but it's free, right?"

The old woman nodded:
"Your understanding is correct, but you should also pay a little attention: all the white tents offer free items, while the fairies in the slightly purple tents are there to trade."

"Even if they don't deliberately fool you like they do outside, you'd better not go and trade with these fairies right away. At least find out the rules here and their character."

"Although if something really happens, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons will take care of you, you will inevitably become a celebrity here. A while ago, there was a brainless guy who made the wrong wish and got two testicles on his chin. He is still the laughing stock here."

"Anyway, you have to be careful. Even if this is an absolutely safe place, it's best not to make any wishes. There won't be any demons here to destroy your family, but it might leave you with a lifelong psychological trauma."

Marx and Engels nodded:

"Understood, I won't make wishes lightly."

The old woman nudged him from behind, indicating that he could head towards the market: "This time I teleported you to a slightly farther location. Next time you go, you can move closer yourself. You should be able to figure this out after using it a few times. By the way, although I'm reminding you, it doesn't mean you really shouldn't come into contact with those fairies here."

"Making a wish here is much better than outside. Many people have made fair deals, and some lucky ones have even changed their fate here. Plus, you don't have to worry about the real 'cost'."

"No demon dares to defy the will of the Lord of All Demons."

The old woman left these words with a profound meaning, and when Marne tried to reply, he found that she had unknowingly disappeared from the branch.

Seeing this, Ma En turned around and looked at the group of tents not far away, and then began to walk towards them.

Although it looked very far away, after he took only a few steps, the tent pile that was originally out of reach was pulled into a position of only about two hundred meters, and even gave Ma En the illusion that those two hundred meters were only a few steps away.

Two figures who had been pulled in noticed Ma En approaching. They whispered a few words to each other, which were distorted and indistinct in the air, and then walked toward him together.

Snapped.

After a few steps, the two men and the tent behind them arrived in front of Ma En.

"Hi, are you new here?" The speaker was a fairy girl with long ears. She had a slightly childlike face and innocent eyes, and her tone of voice was like that of a child full of curiosity about the world.

But upon seeing this image, Marx and Engels immediately became wary:
Are you a fairy?

Upon hearing the question, the fairy girl smiled at Ma En, then turned to look at her companion.

He was a tall, brooding man with long, gray-white hair. Unlike the fairy girl, his ears were completely covered by his gray-white hair, but his deep-set and charming brooding face was also uncommon among humans.

Seeing the girl's gaze, he opened his mouth as well:

"We've come to see if you need any help."

The man's voice was as deep and resonant as a dry wasteland.

The fairy girl looked at Ma En again, revealing a silvery smile:
"I know you must have heard a lot of bad things about fairies, like turning you humans into furniture or making you kill your loved ones, but those are things that wild fairies like to do. You don't need to be so careful here."

Marx and Engels pretended to completely believe it:
"Yes, I've heard that all the fairies here are under the control of the Lord of All Demons."

He didn't think the other party wanted to kill him, but he also found it hard to believe that she had found him out of good intentions. Therefore, he also mentioned the Lord of All Demons that the old woman fairy had just emphasized.

The fairy girl replied, feigning indifference:
"That's right, we are all good fairies."