Chapter 99-98- A Beautiful Girl in a Golden House
With the idea of leaving in mind, Yvette planned to choose an auspicious day, preferably after the winter was over before setting off.
In the remaining time, she actually has a very important thing to accomplish, which is to explore the dream fog of the submerged city.
Yes, in this fifth-tier small town called "Fusjiang", there is actually a dream fog.
Fortunately, she would stay in each ruined city for a long time. Although the immortal species' insensitivity to time was at work, another hidden factor was that she needed to conduct a carpet search to ensure that no dream fog was missed.
Now her efforts have finally paid off, and she saw a dream fog in a flooded neighborhood.
It was hidden in the corner of a completely flooded street-side shop covered with slippery moss. It was difficult to find under normal circumstances. She was a little frustrated after a long period of empty-handedness and wanted to go down to see if there was anything wrong with the water. Only then did she discover the fog in the water in a quick glance.
I can only say that it is fate.
So, one cold morning, after arriving at this shallow water, Yvette broke the ice on the river surface and dived underwater.
She should not be able to drown, this is due to the confidence of the immortal witch, but just in case, she still cast a spell that was once written in the "Pure Blue Magic Codex" on herself to ensure that she can maintain breathing underwater for a long time.
Then, before entering the fog, she quickly clarified several basic goals of her dream.
First of all, Fusjiang is a border city of the Rust Bone Free State. Her main target is of course the undead magic technology mastered by the cult organization "Holy Spirit Sect".
She only had a superficial understanding of the five conceptual magics, and now she finally had the opportunity to get in touch with one of the two major branches of soul magic.
The second was to find Zero and One. Although it was just a past dream, it could deepen her understanding of herself and help her better grasp the peculiarities of her body, and figure out the true nature of her distorted magic and pure white tentacles.
Then there are some other small goals with similar priorities.
For example, check the information of the hollow base under Kux to see what secrets are hidden.
For example, deepening the relationship with the Society for the Preservation of Civilization, or even looking for an opportunity to join the organization.
Another example is burying a time capsule at a specific location to test whether dreams can affect reality.
After going through a series of mission objectives in her mind, Yvette used earth magic to seal off the dream mist, then used ice magic to freeze the inside, dug out the ice and moved it out, barely creating a small basement where she could breathe normally.
Then she walked into the mist, yawned, and slowly closed her eyes.
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When consciousness regained focus and heavy eyelids slowly lifted, what came into view was a strange and narrow space.
The first thing I perceived was absolute darkness, and the few fragmented rays of light from the street lamps that filtered through the window. These scattered across the dusty floor, creating irregular patches of light. The only window was covered with rusty iron security grilles. Through the mesh, I could see the deep, boundless night outside, with only a few pale, flickering lights in the distance, as if ready to go out at any moment.
What surprised her was that this place didn't seem to be in the heart of Fusjiang—the area home to the high-rise buildings of Water Tower Nation—but rather a remote suburban location. The buildings were low and shabby, and the windows looked out onto deserted, almost silent streets with few streetlights. A sense of desolation and marginality permeated the air.
When she reached the door, Yvette turned the doorknob and found it was locked. She frowned slightly, but didn't rush out. She first looked around the room, her expression gradually becoming a little strange.
The room looked like a multi-person prison, emitting a strange smell of stale dust, sweat, and disinfectant. Several rows of old-fashioned double-frame iron beds were crammed together, their paint peeling, revealing dark red rust. The walls were a bleak white, covered in stains.
In short, it is very much like a closed school in the last century, with the King of Thunder and Lightning in charge.
At this time, a burst of dense footsteps came from outside, accompanied by casual laughter, as if coming towards this room.
Yvette hesitated for a moment, but didn't rush to leave. Instead, she walked to the corner of the room, the khaki rune ring circling her hand. She reached out and gently pulled, pulling out a layer of the wall next to her, creating a recessed compartment just big enough to accommodate her, perfectly concealing her figure.
She was a little curious about where this place was, and she observed the people outside. If they were ordinary and kind Rustbone locals, she would ask them for directions and find a place with an elemental wave receiver, which was also a signal station.
——There’s no internet in this place, so her magic terminal can’t be used to calibrate the local time.
Yvette activated the local translation function on the magic terminal and waited quietly. As far as she knew, Kuroshio was the official language of the New Eden United States. While it was universal, it wasn't always easy to use in remote areas, especially small countries.
Especially in remote areas like the Rustbone Free State, most locals speak dialects. Having a translator may not necessarily provide accurate communication, but without a translator, you really have to rely on body language.
After a slight clink of keys, the iron door clanged open. Yvette stood quietly in her small cubicle when she heard a conversation outside. Surprisingly, it wasn't a dialect, but rather the fluent Heicha dialect.
"Behave yourself! As soon as the car arrives tomorrow, I will send you to the park, do you hear me? Don't have any bad ideas, otherwise I will take action against you!" A male voice with a cold and teasing tone sounded, accompanied by a crisp metallic sound, and it sounded like handcuffs were being taken out.
"You...what do you want to do? I am a citizen of New Eden! The federal government will not let you go!" Another young voice sounded shrill and terrified. After seeing the handcuffs, the owner of this voice seemed to finally collapse, making a last futile struggle.
"Hahaha!" Several roars of laughter erupted from outside the door, clearly coming from three people. "New Eden? The federal government? Listen! Piggy's are piggy!" The cold voice's laughter was filled with mockery. "If you have the guts, why don't you call them over? I advise you not to even think about running away. We've taken your passports. We're the only ones around here. You can't escape unless you hide in a rat hole!"
"Boss, stop wasting time with these piglets. Tie them all up and kill them if they try to escape. Sell their organs to big corporations and their souls to those lunatics of the Holy Spirit Sect. I heard two super cute female piglets were captured in the other park next door. They're probably under 10 years old. Let's go 'drive a train' together later!"
"What? Less than 10 years old? Is there such a good thing?" The man called "Boss" suddenly raised his voice, his breathing became rapid, and he revealed a sickening ecstasy.
Then came the cold and harsh "click" sound of iron handcuffs colliding with each other, and the sound of beatings caused by several struggles and resistance.
Behind the cubicle, Yvette listened expressionlessly, and roughly judged the situation - this should be the base of human traffickers, and the so-called piglets brought in were naturally the victims.
Considering that the Rustbone Free State's nickname in the New Eden United States is "the country of human traffickers", encountering such a thing does not seem surprising.
Then, just as she was thinking about how to make her move with minimal noise and avoid alerting the enemy, she saw a young human trafficker in a yellow jacket approach the balcony. He casually glanced into the compartment, and his gaze froze instantly.
The next second, his mouth opened into an O shape, his throat loosened a little, and he said in a trembling voice: "Boss... yes, there is a super beauty... hiding here..."
"What? How could there be someone hiding in this room?" The burly man known as "The Boss" immediately squeezed over. The light was dim, but Yvette could still see him clearly—half of his face was covered in metallic lines, a prosthetic eye glowed red, and his bare left arm was a matte alloy skeleton. He was clearly a deeply modified cyborg.
Upon seeing Yvette, he too revealed a look of astonishment. He swallowed hard, and muttered to himself with an incomparable greed and ecstasy, "Wow... which buddy has a mistress hidden in this place... I really have to thank that buddy..."
Yvette narrowed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. With her imperceptible movement, the air in the room suddenly turned cold. A gust of wind came from nowhere and blew the door panel. With a snap, the iron door of the dormitory was closed, as if an invisible ghost stretched out its hand and created a space isolated from the world here.
(End of this chapter)
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