Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 410 Your Dream
Shang Xia stood on the empty stage.

The music ended and the audience dispersed; the performance venue was completely empty.

She stood in a corner of the stage, seemingly frozen in place for a long time, before suddenly opening her arms and twirling around on the stage. Her white dress billowed like swan wings as she spun powerfully.

Take a light, ballet-like leap from a single point.

then……

Snap!

She lost her footing and fell face-first into the air.

silence.

Shang Xia raised her head, her face still expressionless despite her slightly flushed cheeks: "Similar, but not right."

She got up from the ground and slowly walked outside the stadium.

I squatted outside for quite a while.

"Huh? They've already left?" Only then did she belatedly realize something.

It's useless to remind others not to forget themselves, because once they accidentally lose sight of you, you'll have to rely on them to refresh your image in front of others.

That's why she told others not to bother looking for her, otherwise they would never find her and it would only delay things.

But if we just leave her here like this...

The headquarters of the Nolan Street Office was supposed to be in that direction, right? That white house?

……

"Huh? They didn't call me when there was a late-night snack last night?" The next morning, Zheng Fan looked at a news article that popped up on his phone and exclaimed in a panic.

Lin Yilin, who was washing up in the bathroom, spat out the mouthwash: "Isn't it because Mr. Illusion rushed back to share his experience with me right after his performance yesterday?"

Lin Yilin yawned; she hadn't slept well last night because of Zheng Fan.

She went to sleep after watching the first part of the Convent Orchestra's performance yesterday, not interested in the rest. Zheng Fan didn't return until after midnight.

Just like a terrible guy who comes home late and doesn't know how to consider his family's rest time, Zheng Fan directly pulled Lin Yilin out of the warm bed with the words "Binary Little Sister is not asleep either".

He was still not done having fun after a whole night of performances.

The most unpalatable toast easily caught up with Zheng Fan's rhythm, and after a long time, it finally calmed down. Lin Yilin also pulled Zheng Fan into her own bed.

"How can you not invite me to the victory celebration? Aren't I a reliable member of the team?" Zheng Fan squatted in the corner, drawing circles with a piece of toast.

Toast: ?
"Awoo!" The little short legs immediately flapped.

"Oh, right, toast. Here's something for you." Then Zheng Fan suddenly had a whimsical idea, revealed a comical smile, and pulled out a black pencil from somewhere.

Under Toast's skeptical gaze, he used a pencil to draw several speed lines in the air around Toast.

After finishing the drawing, Zheng Fan held the toast high in the air.

"Ouch?"

let go.

Whoosh!
The toast flew out with lightning speed. Lu Lu Shoes and the Blanket Spirit, who were watching from the side, only saw a golden flash pass by. The speed line was indeed conspicuous.

Finally, it was plastered directly onto the wall: "Awooo..."

"Haha, this is quite interesting." Zheng Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud, waving the pen in his hand.

"Is this Haven's super inspiration?" Lin Yilin, who had already dressed and come out during this time, asked when she saw the pen in Zheng Fan's hand.

"I wouldn't say that," Zheng Fan denied. "It should be said that it is a combination of super-inspiration and insectivorous ability, similar to Haver's super-inspiration hallucination ability. Otherwise, apart from copying the host, I have not yet absorbed super-inspiration, so it doesn't feel similar."

Zheng Fan waved his pen: "Moreover, perhaps due to the unique nature of anthropomorphic illusions, it's less that I absorbed them into abilities, and more that I transformed them into fantasy objects. Do you want to give it a try?"

Lin Yilin took the pen from Zheng Fan and gently stroked it.

It feels just like an ordinary pencil.

Then Lin Yilin immediately tried to break it.

Indeed, it was indestructible. This sharp pen was almost weapon-like; the nib itself was the most powerful weapon, capable of piercing a person's head.

Lin Yilin thought about what to draw and finally drew a bullet.

The drawing is actually quite good; the lighting and shadows are very accurate. "Wow, Lin Yilin, you have this skill too? Hmm? What are you doing with the acceleration lines?"

Whoosh!
Toast, who had been tricked by the anti-boss early in the morning and was planning to secretly vent his anger on the sofa, was shot dead on the spot.

"It's not that I'm a great artist, but I can easily draw simple things once I have a pen. However, the speed of drawing seems to vary from person to person." Lin Yilin put down the pen. "Judging from the effect just now, it's quite excellent as a fantasy object, but it really tests the author's imagination."

"Then it's yours," Zheng Fan said casually.

"Is it that simple?"

"Anyway, I'm not of much use, and the gameplay I mainly want to use doesn't seem like something I can achieve so easily and decisively on my own," Zheng Fan said, shrugging his shoulders.

"What did Mr. Illusion originally hope to achieve with this ability?"

Zheng Fan did not answer, but took the pen.

Then, he quickly drew two rows of thick, black, twisted, and impactful onomatopoeic characters out of thin air on both sides of himself.

Lin Yilin's eyes widened immediately. As these onomatopoeic words floated around Zheng Fan, a strong sense of oppression swept over her, making it difficult for Lin Yilin to breathe for a moment.

After a moment, Zheng Fan reached out and erased the words.

"See? This is how you play it."

Lin Yilin breathed a sigh of relief: "To... strengthen our morale?"

She felt that Zheng Fan didn't need this. After all, Zheng Fan standing here with his full strength unleashed, the oppressive feeling he exuded was something that ordinary people couldn't withstand.

"It's for aesthetics!"

"Huh?" Lin Yilin was taken aback.

Was that one nice?
She realized that Mr. Illusion had once again entered one of his strange rhythms.

However, this technique is indeed commonly used in some comics, but this pencil can amplify the effect to a substantial degree.

But it would be really stupid of me to draw it myself.

Zheng Fan tossed the pen to Lin Yilin: "It's just what you think, so if I need anything in the future, you can draw the background onomatopoeia for me."

Okay, so that's what they were planning.

Lin Yilin replied helplessly, "Okay."

Using such a reason to easily give away a fantastical object with endless uses—that's what makes Mr. Illusion.

Looking at the pen in her hand, Lin Yilin said, "It would be great if I could keep the insect-eating part to take a look at. The combination of supernatural inspiration and anthropomorphic hallucinations would make even someone who has mastered it restless."

"It tries so hard to get into people's heads, talking about other people's dreams and its own dreams, it's impossible to keep it," Zheng Fan shrugged.

That thing is far more aggressive than the simple and primitive human-faced dog, Mao Mao.

Zheng Fan couldn't hold back any longer. He always kicked anything that didn't cooperate to the ground and had no reason to keep it around for long.

“Dreams, Mr. Jeremiah had a dream in last night’s fairy tale, and upon waking, he chose to forget and let go. Thus, he became the vessel to end the dream-eating insects. But in the end, Jeremiah’s dream still cannot be considered fulfilled.” Lin Yilin said, twirling the pencil in her hands.

"Those with extraordinary abilities are not omnipotent, nor can they always surpass ordinary people, but their talent is undeniable. A song that completes the second half cannot prove his worth. Has he truly achieved his dream of being worthy of his sister's music?"

Zheng Fan put his hands in his pockets and said, "When he got rid of the shadow of his sister's talent and chose to reconcile, he himself realized that dream in a way. He was not bad to begin with; the only thing he couldn't get over was his own heart. Because he longed for it too much, he misjudged the lower limit of a super-intuitive person and his own upper limit."

Lin Yilin pondered for a moment: "For Jeromelo, this is not an objective difficulty, but essentially a subjective quest."

"That's roughly it. In the end, having dreams is always a good thing, no matter how unrealistic they may be, they can still provide some motivation. Rather than worrying about whether a dream might turn from medicine into poison, I still think that spontaneous motivation is stronger than anything else," Zheng Fan said.

"Mr. Illusion, do you have a dream?" Lin Yilin put down her pen and turned her gaze to Zheng Fan.

“Me?” Zheng turned around and looked at her. “A long time ago, I wanted to be a big star. Any field would do, ah, except for things like assassins and killers, those sneaky things are no fun at all.”

"Then?"

"After that, it all felt meaningless. I've passed the point where I need to find motivation and goals." Zheng turned his head and waved his hand, casually glossing over the matter.

"That's it."

"You've already asked me, so Lin Yilin, what about your dreams? You're so young, you must still have dreams, right?"

"In my opinion, our personality ages are actually not that different." Lin Yilin complained about Zheng Fan's tone before saying, "Right now, I just want to live my daily life with Mr. Illusion."

"Hmm, that's good. Let's work hard together then." Zheng Fan chuckled.

(End of this chapter)