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"Hanabi...it's her again?"

March 7th still has a deep impression of Fireworks, after all, the video of her pretending to be Star in Luofu and proposing to him with a trash can stayed on the trending searches for a long time.

"Why is she here at Pinocchio?"

"Who knows what's going on in the Masked Fool's mind?"

Qiong shrugged.

That said, Hanabi is also a perfect scapegoat!

He tricked Hoshino and A-Qi at Pinocchio, and even other things, but he could always pin it all on Hanabi. It was all Hanabi's doing!

On March 7th, he rested his chin on his hand, pondering that he needed to be more vigilant.

The group chatted for a while longer.

"Alright, it's time. Himeko is calling us."

On March 7th, the act of adopting the air of a seasoned, anonymous traveler was mainly intended for Miss Hatbit, who was participating in the pioneering journey for the first time.

"Back to reality, let's meet in Himeko's room!"

……

Meanwhile, at the moment of the stars.

Time was frozen at the ambiguous nine or ten o'clock, between the embers of dusk and the depths of midnight.

The countless stars, like a flowing Milky Way, poured down their cool glow, falling upon a graceful figure standing there.

Her long, crystalline purple hair, reaching her hips, cascaded down like a waterfall, reflecting a dazzling array of colors.

She possessed stunning beauty and graceful figure, with breathtaking curves encased in sheer black stockings, a natural beauty with delicate yet abundant flesh.

However, at this moment, this beauty was surrounded by a group of burly men dressed in matching black suits, and the atmosphere was tense.

"You ill-mannered woman, just wait till I teach you a lesson!"

The leader, a man with a scarred face, spoke harshly and had a fierce look in his eyes.

"Boss, we have to teach her a lesson!"

The henchmen around him were eager to get started and started cheering.

The purple-haired beauty, who was positioned in the center, chuckled softly:

"I never expected there to be gangs in the world of dreams, and they're dressed so smartly. If you didn't know better, you'd think you were filming a movie."

This undisguised mockery instantly ignited Scarface's anger, and a local slang term slipped out:

"#Pinocconi# Swear word! Get him!"

Scarface led the charge.

One minute later.

"Oh dear, I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please stop hitting me!"

Scarface curled up on the ground. Although the pain in the dream was limited, what mattered was not the pain, but the loss of face!

It doesn't cause much damage, but it's extremely insulting!

"Not arrogant anymore?"

The purple-haired beauty stepped on the gang leader's side, casually fiddling with the scabbard of the ancient longsword at her waist. The hard end of the scabbard slapped the gang leader's face like a slap.

His underlings were already lying scattered on the ground, and no one was wailing, because the pain from the dream was limited.

But no one dared to move, because if they got up, they would be knocked to the ground again and experience the feeling of being slapped in the face by a scabbard.

"I won't do it again! I'll never do it again!"

Scarface hurriedly begged for mercy.

"to be honest."

The purple-haired beauty pressed the cold tip of her scabbard against his temple, applying pressure.

"Did the family send you to guard this place?"

"No! Really not!"

Scarface was terrified. "It was us...we took this land ourselves."

"Even in the family's dream world, you dare to seize territory without permission?"

The beauty chuckled, as if she had heard a joke.

"Forget it, there's no point in wasting time on you guys."

She withdrew her foot, no longer looking at the mob, and strode forward with her long legs, perfectly outlined by black stockings, towards the dimly lit and deserted border area outside the main city.

With that, the purple-haired beauty ignored the rabble and strode towards a darker area compared to the main city, her beautiful legs encased in black stockings.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Scarface struggled to his feet, clutching his swollen and painful face, his voice trembling as he forced himself to ask.

"I?"

The purple-haired beauty didn't stop walking; she simply and elegantly tucked a strand of hair, ruffled by the night wind, behind her ear, and her clear, cool voice drifted on the breeze:

"Just a passing sea patrolman."

Raiden Mei, the sea-cruising knight.

As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Mei, or rather, Sister Mei, stepped into the boundary of the Starry Moment.

She walked for a long time before arriving at this place.

This is the edge of building dreams, where huge, uniquely shaped building materials float silently in the dark mid-air like weightless islands.

Professional dream architects use special devices to build facilities within the dream world from a higher perspective.

"It definitely feels different from the normal area."

Violet eyes swept across the desolate void, and Qiong's many bodies could clearly sense the difference.

The purple-haired beauty surveyed the quiet, deserted area.

"This place shouldn't have too much of an impact, right?"

She gripped the ancient, weathered black katana at her waist, and for a moment, a desolate, dark aura enveloped her.

"Extinction Pill, slay!"

A jet-black crescent moon, imbued with a profound sense of annihilation, flew out from the blade.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a profound silence of everything withering away and returning to nothingness.

Wherever the crescent moon passed, the space was forcibly stained with the color of impending destruction, and collapsed under this power.

Sizzle—!

A spatial rift with starlight flowing along its edges was forcibly cleaved open by this single strike.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qiong Mei flashed and disappeared into the ominous spatial rift.

All that remained was the scarred space, eroded by the power of annihilation, slowly writhing and attempting to heal itself.

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It can slay both gods and demons; the Annihilation Pill can even sever the boundary between existence and non-existence, let alone the barrier of dreams.

Stepping out from the crevice that flowed with eerie light, what came into view for Qiong Meiyi was a strange space with a gloomy tone and a dilapidated style.

It resembles a ruin constructed from frozen night and shattered nightmares, much like the 'gap between dream and reality' where the male body and Xingchu were trapped when they first entered the dream.

"No, they only look similar on the surface; the inner feelings are completely different."

Sora Mei murmured to herself, her violet eyes scanning the world before her:

"This isn't a crevice, it's more like... sinking into the deeper layers of a dream. Heh, interesting."

The purple-haired beauty strode forward, her long, shapely legs clad in 50D embroidered lace black stockings, into the unknown distance.

Desolation is the only description of this land.

A cold wind of unknown origin stirred up dust, ruffled her skirt, and a slight chill seeped into her skin.

Silence, even a deathly stillness, and the place was deserted.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the silhouette of a massive but unfinished building pierced the monotonous gloom—it was the Daydream Hotel.

However, this hotel exudes an air of decay that is completely different from the glamorous atmosphere of the main urban area.

"A hotel of this scale, built in every dimension..."

Qiong Mei unconsciously toyed with a snack synthesized by the all-purpose synthesizer, then popped it into her mouth.

Even if the construction efficiency in dreams is far higher than in reality, this still seems... too redundant, unless there is some special necessity.

Ahead, several twisted figures lunged out from the shadows.

In Pinocchio's dream, many objects and facilities are influenced by memory matter and gain self-awareness.

They were domesticated by their families and became the Dream Theater Troupe, serving guests.

Ultimately, they are strange creatures born from dreams.

These dream creatures do not get sick or age, nor do they have the concept of growth.

However, they undergo fundamental changes depending on the surrounding emotional shifts. When they absorb a lot of negative emotions, they transform into a monstrous, terrifying troupe.

and so……

"Then go tell my Nirvana Pill."

The purple-haired beauty strolled leisurely, not even bothering to look directly at anyone. The ancient katana at her waist simply traced a barely perceptible black line with the slight turn of her wrist.

There was no violent collision, no ear-piercing screech.

Where the blade flashed, the rushing Dream Theater Troupe crumbled and vanished instantly, like a cheap graffiti erased by an eraser.

"I thought it was a speed bump."

Qiong Mei pouted.

"Her breasts were too big, creating a blind spot; I couldn't see them clearly."

Silence returned once more, broken only by the ticking of clocks deep within the hotel, striking a chord in this frozen space.

Suddenly, a voice, seemingly from the depths of the ocean, carrying a childlike innocence and confusion, accompanied by illusory text subtitles, appeared out of nowhere in Sora Mei's field of vision:

Mikhail, are you inside?

"I see...we're playing hide-and-seek, right?"

"Are you hidden well?"

Sora Mei paused slightly, a gentle smile, like that of an older sister, curving her red lips. Her hand quietly rested on the hilt of the sword at her waist, her voice soft and gentle:

"You're hidden now, come out."

Unfortunately, no one answered her.

"Tsk."

The purple-haired beauty made a rather rude and offensive sound, showing none of the proper demeanor of a refined young lady like Mei.

Since there was no one around, she didn't need to act.

"Why does that voice sound so familiar?"

Qiong Mei slightly furrowed her delicate eyebrows and listened intently.

"I feel like I've heard that somewhere before... Oh, I remember now, it was that blue-haired boy-girl waiter."

“Misha…Mikhail, do they have some kind of relationship?”