Four in the afternoon, the hour of prayer.
"DONG... DONG..."
The tolling of the bells from the Holy Fierce Sun Church’s clock tower, calling for evening prayers, could be faintly heard in the distance.
The broken bell, which had been gnawed off and dropped by a swarm of rats a few days ago, had been replaced with a new one just yesterday.
Within a small alley on Beilan Long Street, shrouded in shadow.
Zorn stood deep in the shadows.
He nibbled on a slice of cheap baguette while watching the long line of people across the street waiting for food to be distributed.
Not all of those receiving relief food were holess.
Many struggling families would send their children or elderly with free ti to collect so food.
"This taste... It hasn’t changed one bit!"
Shoving the last piece of bread into his mouth, Zorn mumbled indistinctly.
The baguettes of Ogrande City were fragrant and sweet shortly after coming out of the oven.
But if left exposed to the air for a single night, they would beco a handy weapon.
Many Players of the more abstract schools of thought often used baguettes in street brawls with the Mafia, even using them to crack open the skulls of the more stubborn mbers.
Later, the "Baguette Mafia" ford by these Players beca a nightmare for many residents of Ogrande City!
Dusting the breadcrumbs from his hands, Zorn took a deep breath and completely concealed the power of his Extraordinary Sequence.
Even a Transcendent skilled in Spiritual Perception and Insight would only see Zorn as an ordinary person.
Pulling his hat brim low, the languid young man adopted a silent and introverted deanor as he walked toward the "Beifulin Relief Station" across the street.
After bidding farewell to Miss Craftsman, Zorn began to investigate the coordinates she had given him one by one.
As an Evil God Organization, they weren’t about to have "I’m a mber of the Evil God Organization" written on their faces.
They were often extrely covert and skilled at disguising themselves.
Even the ordinary people working inside might not know they were working for an Evil God Organization.
Zorn, for his part, adopted the thod of "letting gold pounds pave the way," contacting individuals at the director level of these charitable organizations.
He could always sniff out so special auras and scents from these directors.
If he was lucky, he might even encounter a Transcendent from the Evil God Organization.
The first two relief stations had been ordinary and legitimate.
After finishing his probing, Zorn had donated 20 gold pounds to each of them. It wasn’t much, but it would provide so help.
This third relief station before him seed to be more substantial.
"Sir, if you need food, you’ll have to get in line over there."
As soon as Zorn approached the entrance of the Beifulin Relief Station, a staff mber stopped him and explained patiently.
"I didn’t co here today to receive food."
Zorn put on a grateful expression and began his performance.
"Back when I was struggling, I received a lot of food from here."
"If it weren’t for that food, I’m afraid I would have had a hard ti surviving that winter."
"Even now, whenever I recall that cold winter, my right knee still aches faintly, and I can almost hear the sound of the bone-chilling wind in my ears."
"Oh... those were truly difficult days. I felt like I was fighting with death every single day!"
"Thanks to the great Holy Fierce Sun, and thanks to the Beifulin Relief Station, I made it through."
"This spring, I found a job and ca into a small fortune."
"Father Kalov of the great Holy Fierce Sun Church taught us that we must learn to be grateful."
"I ca today because I wish to make a donation to the Beifulin Relief Station."
Zorn’s explanation and performance were convincing and on point.
The staff mber naturally believed him.
Of course, the main reason was that people really did co here often to give back and show their gratitude.
In this World of Divine Spirits and true Faith.
There was no shortage of devout converted Believers.
"Please co with . Director Boyd is in charge here today."
Following the staff mber, Zorn entered the Beifulin Relief Station.
The mont he stepped inside, Zorn faintly detected a peculiar sll, a strange odor that was a mix of sewage and Forbidden Blood.
’Looks like... I’ve co to the right place.’
Zorn was led to an office on the second floor.
The staff mber knocked on the door.
"Director Boyd, a devout Believer of the great Holy Fierce Sun wishes to make a donation."
"Co in!"
A voice tinged with pleasant surprise ca from within the room.
Pushing open the door, Zorn saw Director Boyd sitting behind a long table, frad by the light from a large, bright glass window.
In his early thirties, his hair was ticulously combed back. The only imperfection was his receding hairline.
He wore an exquisite brown jacket, his face was clean, and his brown eyes scrutinized the incoming Zorn with a hint of expectation.
Most eye-catching of all was the gold pocket watch he held in his hand.
"TICK... TOCK..."
The faint ticking of the watch precisely asured the dinsions of ti.
’A Level One Peak [Dream Maker]. His Level is already very close to Level Two. He possesses Extraordinary abilities like hypnosis.’
With a single glance at [Boyd], the man in his early thirties, Zorn had already gathered a lot of information.
"Ogg Joffrey. You can just call Ogg."
Zorn took off his woven hat, gesturing in greeting as he introduced himself.
Ogg Joffrey was Zorn’s common alias.
"Please, have a seat, Mr. Ogg."
Boyd wore a warm smile.
As Zorn sat down, he happened to glimpse the Dream Maker open the pocket watch and place it in front of him.
"TICK... TOCK..."
"TICK... TOCK..."
A rhythmic sound echoed deep in Zorn’s consciousness.
The hypnosis had begun.
’He really is treating like an ordinary person.’
He was all too familiar with the hypnotic thods of a Dream Maker.
Sitting in the chair, Zorn couldn’t help but let out a huge yawn. He felt his mind grow hazy, and then he drifted into a deep sleep.
’A... very nice hypnosis.’
’A pity... A Level 2 Evil Witch BOSS is immune to all Lower Rank Level spiritual control.’
’Confronting each other directly through the essence of our spirituality, deep within a dream... Oh, I do love this!’
’Mr. Dream Maker, are you prepared to face an Evil Spirit Wizard directly?’
In a daze, Zorn "woke up."
It was still the sa sun-drenched office at four in the afternoon.
It was still the sa "Boyd" sitting behind the long table, frad by the wide, bright, glass window.
And he was still sitting in the chair.
Everything around him seed real.
But Zorn knew he had "fallen into" the dream woven for him by the Dream Maker.
After all, he had jumped in willingly.
Otherwise, this Level One [Dream Maker], Mr. Boyd, wouldn’t have been able to pull him into his woven dream even if he had exhausted all his dream-related Spiritual Energy.
"Oh! My sincerest apologies, Mr. Boyd. Where were we?"
Zorn straightened up slightly and silently began to exert his Authority, starting the process of reshaping the Dream Maker’s spirituality and will.
A Level Two [Evil Spirit Wizard] could already reshape the Spiritual Will of a Level One Transcendent with relative ease, turning them into a completely loyal Believer.
Moreover, they were now in a dream where their spiritualities were directly connected, making the effect even more potent.
"We were talking about how you planned to donate all your gold pounds to the Beifulin Relief Station."
Boyd narrowed his eyes, sizing up the slightly introverted man before him as he slowly explained.
He planned to fleece the man of all his money.
But doing it directly would make the man think his money was stolen and report it to the authorities.
By pulling him into a dream and weaving a realistic dream scenario where he donates all his funds, the man would believe he had actually donated all his gold pounds.
He had done this several tis before, and each ti the rewards had been substantial.
"Oh! Yes, I am willing to donate my entire net worth of 5 gold pounds!"
A smile ford on Zorn’s lips as he said this.
Sitting in the high-backed chair, the smile on Boyd’s face stiffened.
"5 gold pounds?"
’This damn pauper! He dares call 5 gold pounds a donation?’
Amidst his anger and astonishnt, Boyd felt the dream before him blur.
He felt scattered mory fragnts from the depths of his soul constantly surfacing.
"I..."
He fumbled, searched, and recalled his true self.
Finally, the deepest root of his spirituality connected with that secret and great existence.
His Sequence Spirituality trembled, and his soul’s will underwent a subli transformation at that mont.
He understood.
’I... am a part of the Holy Witch Dominator. I am a Believer of the great Dominator.’
When he looked at the man before him again, his body trembled slightly. He then humbly bowed his back and lowered his head.
"Greetings, great Holy Witch Envoy!"
Deep within the dream, Boyd’s voice trembled with reverence.
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