Chapter 1035: Chapter 906: The Queen of the Dream Realm and the Upcoming Departure

It was midnight, deep into the night.

The noise and the sound of "thump thump thump" that enveloped Camside City during the day had completely dissipated, leaving only the dim light of gas lamps by the roadside.

At some point, a delicate layer of white fog gradually appeared across the entire city, with an appearance somewhat real yet illusory under the hazy moonlight.

As if a gust of wind would blow it all away completely.

Step... step... step...

Suddenly, the chaotic sound of footsteps echoed in the night.

A middle-aged gentleman, still dressed in formal attire with a top hat and holding a gemstone staff as if about to attend a business meeting, emerged step by step from within the hazy fog.

Indeed, only one "person".

Even if one did not know this gentleman, merely looking at his attire of considerable value would signpost his identity as one of wealth and status.

And if any member of the high society in Camside City were present.

They would recognize this gentleman at a glance as Mr. Gal Hudson, an executive director with real power in the Southern Trust Bank.

Though not among the top echelon of figures in the Golden Palm Federation, he was still a high-ranking dignitary unattainable by ordinary millionaires.

Moreover, he had made a fortune during the recently ended "financial crisis", with his wealth soaring.

But the gentleman’s appearance at this moment seemed quite odd. Although his face was full of expressions, his eyes remained closed the entire time, as if being guided by someone invisible.

And looking at his face, full of conceit, it was as if he were being flattered by countless supporters.

Mr. Gal Hudson thus made his way to a luxurious podium that suddenly appeared on the ground, facing the empty city, and passionately said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, after the central bank withdrew funds and we made strategic asset acquisitions, the market value of our Southern Trust Bank surged by 80%, making it one of the top ten large banks in the entire Federation.

Let’s thank all our colleagues for their efforts here; of course, even more, gratitude to those tirelessly creating wealth for us... the fat sheep!"

But instead of the expected applause, his neck suddenly tightened.

"Hmm? Cough..."

Looking again at where he was standing.

There was no podium, just a solitary street lamp and a black rope hanging from who knows where, wrapped tightly around Gal Hudson’s neck, suspending him in mid-air.

His face rapidly turned blue and purple at a visible speed.

In his dying moments, it seemed as if he could hear countless voices roaring in his ear:

"Hang the lamp! Hang the lamp! Hang it on the lamp!"

Suddenly awake as if from a dream, figures drenched in blood cheered with arms raised, weren’t they the "fat sheep" he spoke of?

Feebly trying to struggle, but after his legs kicked a few times in the air, his body stiffened and moved no more.

When this banker died, his luxurious clothes and hat mysteriously disappeared, leaving only a fat man in silk pajamas swaying gently in the chilly night breeze.

Meanwhile.

On the central avenue of the city, from within the body of another figure also suspended by a black rope from a street lamp, a brilliant blue divine light suddenly burst forth, snapping the black rope.

The "figures" cheering around him scattered in all directions.

Bang!

Argo fell from the streetlight but suddenly awoke in the penthouse suite atop Marigold Mansion.

Casually pushing away the smooth, supple body in his embrace.

"Huff! Huff!..."

The president of the Federation Central Bank gasped for breath, touching the [Dream Talisman] granted by the "God of Sleep" on his chest, only to find a pile of black residue.

At the same time, still within that seemingly real yet illusory city.

A figure wearing a white lace chiffon dress, dreamlike in beauty, sat on the edge of the world’s tallest building, Marigold Mansion, gently swinging her crystal-clear, fair legs.

Watching the "culprits" disappear from under her eyes, gracefully raising her slender eyebrow:

"Boring! The ’God of Sleep’ Keturt is truly cautious.

He actually distributed [Dream Talismans] to the high-ranking members of the ’Eye of Wealth’; sneaking in while the resentment within the Golden Palm Federation was boiling over to test my skills, I only dealt with some minor characters.

The ’Dream Feedback’ I received... oh well, it’s pretty average."

Six months after, Nymph had already officially advanced to a Tier 4 [Crowned Wizard] thanks to the calamity turned blessing.

Travelling across the vast land to the Golden Palm Federation wasn’t purely for the sake of seeking justice for the people of this country.

During the ceremony that led to the True God battle, she not only gained Tier 3 Limit power and the knowledge accumulated over long years by the "Source of Nightmare".

But also acquired ample resources for advancing as a [Crowned Wizard]—[Deceitful Dream].

Moreover, during the very smooth advancement ritual that followed, leveraging the connection with the [Mythical Battleship: Phantom City] and Hypnos.

She split a portion of authority from the "Source of Nightmare"—[Dream Reporting God], also understood as part of the [Dream Divine Position]’s subordinate authority.

Becoming the queen in the realm of dreams!

[Forbidden Curse: Dream Weaver]

"The intertwining of illusion and reality, navigating the wheel of nightmares in the realm of dreams."

Such authority allows her to follow the resentment of victims, inflicting punishment on humans who have committed severe crimes in the dream realm.

No matter where the sinner is, she can easily find them and make them suffer the torment of remorse, even... death!

Of course, no one would undertake something without benefits.

To make further progress among [Crowned Wizards] and obtain [Divinity], there are only a few mainstream routes:

First, after a wizard reaches Tier 4, through continuous research and analysis of the truth, if the resonance with a certain rule is high enough, the world’s origin might respond and grant a bit.

But knowing that Watt had failed to achieve this even after spending at least 1500 years indicates how difficult it is, with a certain element of chance involved.

Second, to follow the path of the divine, spreading one’s name across the world, enduring the long years, gradually accumulating, and creating a bit of divinity from the faith of countless beings. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

However, if a regular Crowned Wizard tried to compete with true gods, demigods, and evil gods for faith, they might get themselves killed by a higher power before even acquiring any divinity.

But doing this on the turf of her own precious son-in-law, Nymph would have no issue.

Third, to drive fashion trends and world progress, exchanging massive amounts of [World’s Favor] with the World Consciousness for [Divinity], relatively reliable but still extremely challenging.

Fourth, plundering divine creatures.

However, just like with other creatures’ organs, even if one obtains them, a successful integration is not guaranteed, and even post-integration, rejection may occur.

Yet, Nymph is currently pursuing a combination of the second and fourth paths, determined to strip the "Source of Nightmare" bare.

Furthermore, as her strength gradually increases and she executes this [Duty], the power on the "Source of Nightmare" will inevitably further deplete.

It might even be possible to take the [Divinity] belonging to a demigod or even a complete [Divine Position] from this "altruistic role model".

Hence, while it seems like Camside City, this place is not the real world, nor entirely belongs to the dream realm, but is rather located where reality and illusion intersect.

Suddenly, the moonlight in the sky flickered, and Olivia’s voice was heard:

"Mom, ’Ocean Goddess’ Thetis, Your Majesty, has sent a message back, the time for our departure has been confirmed!"

"Okay, on my way!"