Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1225 In a dream

The moment he discovered this, Angel activated his "mirror substitute" ability and entered the mirror world, leaving only a substitute standing there dazedly.

The area behind the mirror was the same as she had entered countless times before, dim and blurry. There were only various mirrors connecting to the outside world emitting different lights, and intersecting passages between different mirrors.

"There is also a 'Mirror World' in the dream, but one cannot directly enter the City of Disaster... This means that the owner of the dream has a certain understanding of the existence of the Mirror World, but does not know the power of the Sephiroth... There may not be such a 'master'. Perhaps it is just the effect of a certain seal."

She waited in the mirror world for a few minutes, and when she found that there was no change in the outside world, she returned to reality in disappointment, walked to the window with blinds and arched decorations, and looked at the town of Tizamo where the moonlight was a little dim.

Just as she had felt before, the bar, which had entered the late night but was still frequented by outsiders, had fallen into darkness. The faint smell of spices in the air and the aroma of roasted meat and insects had disappeared without a trace. The entire town was completely dark, with only a vague outline under the faint crimson moonlight, like a crudely made model.

Even wild animals and mosquitoes have disappeared without a trace. I suspect that even the microorganisms in the air no longer exist... This town of Tizamo in the dream only "copied" the buildings and furnishings in reality, without bringing in any living creatures?

Angel's eyes flickered as she quickly performed several mirror divinations to confirm that there were no living creatures in the town except herself.

The only good news is that her extraordinary abilities are still there.

"It's just a dream after all. As long as I still think of myself as the 'Disaster' witch, my ability will not be lost... The Sleepless and the audience may become stronger. One can control dreams, and the other can hypnotize myself..."

She muttered, stretched out her fingers and condensed a flame of destruction, turning it into the shape of a dagger. She scratched the beige wall a few times and cut off a piece of stone with neat edges. She was going to see if this would have any impact on reality after waking up from the dream.

Then her figure disappeared from the window, and appeared at the door of St. Sean's Church the next second.

As she expected, this church also fell into deep darkness. It was no longer like the ordinary Church of the Eternal Sun, which was lit with candles even in the dark, and together with the gold foil decorations, created a sacred feeling shrouded in sunlight.

There was no one inside, including the overly enthusiastic priest... Angel entered the church prayer hall and explored it, taking away a few pieces of gold foil for experiments. He then went to the nearby police station, telegraph office, and restaurant and confirmed with his naked eyes that there was no one there.

During this period, the "Secret Holy Emblem" on her wrist always exudes a faint coolness, which means that dreams still surround her, but without more prying eyes, the dreams themselves do not seem to cause any harm to her.

"It looks like a casino that hasn't even opened yet... Has someone built an identical Tizamo Town, waiting for the real 'Dream Festival' to begin?"

She had some guesses and stopped searching the deserted town. Instead, she returned to the street where she had taken a rented coffin carriage from Paros Harbor in the afternoon, and walked out of the town along the street towards the port.

On both sides of the rammed earth road are rubber trees and laurel trees from the plantation. In the distance is a manor with high walls and spacious courtyards, which is as quiet as the town.

Angel was not surprised, but continued to measure the country road with his feet, ready to see how large the scope of the dream was.

After passing two estates and roughly leaving the plantation area belonging to Tizamo Town, she saw a dark and illusory fog appear in front of her eyes, blocking the road like a wall, spreading to both sides and upwards.

"It's different from the dreams formed by the collective subconscious... Is this the boundary of the dream world, or some kind of defense measure... The Pale Queen said that nightmares during the Dream Festival are also limited in scope. If you force yourself to leave, will you return directly to reality, or will you face the power that created the dream?"

Angel guessed and tried to throw a stone into the fog, but found that no sound came back. The mirror world that overlapped with reality was also interrupted here.

Shaking his head, Angel followed the fog to the other end of Tizamo Town and soon arrived at the edge of the primitive jungle next to the town.

Unexpectedly, she found that the fog here no longer continued to extend, but disappeared like a wall leaving an exit, bringing the giant trees with hanging vines, low shrubs and grass with trampled paths into the dream.

Because of the long-term hunting, this area has also become part of the "Dream Festival"? Angel thought while using the flame of destruction to form a sword blade to cut down a few trees that were not pleasing to the eye, and went deeper into the jungle with the sound of them falling to the ground.

There are no wild animals or poisonous insects, but mosses and plants are still there... What is the limit of the range of dreams replicating reality? Will a "vegetative person" who has lost consciousness be shown as a plant in an empty dream?
She wandered through the dense forest with her thoughts wandering. After walking about a kilometer, she encountered the illusory, dark fog again.

This is the end... Angel looked back and found that a dead jungle had completely covered the outline of the town. He knew that today's exploration had come to an end. Even if he went back and searched a few more times, he would not find anything new. So he stepped directly into the fog that even the moonlight could not penetrate, ready to test the function of this boundary.

The next second, Angel's eyes blurred, and the beige-painted ceiling decorated with simple patterns blocked her view.

My hearing, which had been sensitized by the previous dead silence, was immediately filled with the faint buzzing of mosquitoes, the sound of receding footsteps in the street below, and the howling in the distant jungle.

Angel climbed out of bed, his purple eyes flickering, and used the glass, mirrors and puddles in the town to find many pedestrians wandering on the street.

She looked at the wall where she had cut off a whole piece of stone, and found that although some of the old paint there was peeling off, which was difficult to see with the naked eye, it was still intact overall.

She woke up from her dream.

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The next morning, Angel came to the largest bar in town, "Unicorn", and met the member of the "Spiritual Cult" stationed in Tizamo Town.

This was a young woman with a slightly darker complexion, three-dimensional facial features, light blue eyes, and smooth black hair. She was obviously a mixed-race from the Southern Continent and Loen. Angel sensed a hint of death and decay in her, which evoked a sense of familiarity.

"Are you from the 'corpse collector' route?"

She sat in a corner of the bar and curiously asked the spiritual cult member named Pena.

"I'm the 'psychic'," Peña had already received the information from the Spiritual Cult through the telegram, and was very respectful to Angel, "There are two of our members lurking in the town, and I'm the leader of this group."

Sequence 7... not too high, not too low either. It is enough to collect intelligence. It is impossible to solve the "Dream Festival"... Angel nodded, picked up the "Guadal" juice on the table, took a sip of the sour and sweet drink with a unique flavor, and continued:
"Tell me all the information you have gathered, including the one about the dream."

(End of this chapter)