The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

Li Shanze slapped his forehead and thought, indeed, this name is correct.

Willpower is originally the power formed by human consciousness. The space formed by the willpower should of course be called consciousness space.

"Yes, now I understand what you said. This can explain many things." Li Shanze said with sudden enlightenment.

This setting looks a bit like the game Persona that I played in my previous life!

Li Shanze subconsciously found similar examples from his memory.

"So I have to interact with you in the consciousness space in order for Charlie to perceive you, right? Because you are a fantasy creature! You exist in people's consciousness."

Li Shanze draws inferences from one example.

"I have to make Charlie aware of your existence so she can truly see you."

Who would have thought of Ella? She shook her head and said, "No, it's not that easy to see Ella. Don't treat Ella as one of these superficial ghosts."

The elf pointed casually.

Only then did Li Shanze realize that the streets he had thought were empty were not empty at all.

The streets are full of various ghosts wandering around.

Their bodies are translucent and appear and disappear.

The expression on each ghost's face looked unhappy, either angry, sad, or longing.

The red ghost is the reverberation of anger.

Their heads are like exploded CRT monitors, and their chests seem to be burning with an eternal red flame, fueled by tweets, and these burning words are particularly crazy.

"Why don't you data Nazis 404 FREEDOM too!!"

"@realPresident I smell the sweat and acid of the KKK in your words!!!"

#StopStealingMyAnger

#BlockchainGuillotin

The blue ghost is the tomb of sorrow.

Their heads are emoji crying faces, and their bodies are made up of various emo tweets. These tweets are gradually corroded, making their bodies covered with mold.

"On the seventh day of Mercury retrograde, please recommend a sleeping pill that will prevent me from dreaming about Gemini."

"My INTJ cat passed away. How many forwarded birthday wishes will it take to cure my ENFP loneliness?"

#Ihavedepression

“#Insufficient memory to continue suicide”

The yellow ghost is endless thirst.

Their eyeballs are the like buttons of TikTok, and on their necks are engraved the words "Friends, get 10+ likes to unlock your vocal cords."

Their bodies are covered with various social media like, forwarding and other buttons. No matter who accidentally touches any button, they will hear it moan with extreme pleasure.

But if you look carefully, there are still various fragments of tweets in between these buttons.

"Please look at the CT scan of my left lung for breast cancer. Repost it now and you'll get the password to my hard drive of nude college photos!!"

"@Bezos My retina is at Amazon warehouse level 3, section B, shelf 17. Like me, like me!"

#FocusOnCarbonEmissions

“#Please follow me, even if it’s a robot.”

Li Shanze was staring in amazement at these vast ghosts that seemed to have suddenly filled the entire Shadow Philadelphia when the voice of the virtual saint Vivian suddenly rang out.

"Warning, you shouldn't see them! Warning, you shouldn't see them!"

"This is a world full of love and peace. No negativity is allowed!"

156 Escape and Countermeasures

With the roar of Vivian's electronic synthesizer sound, the various ghosts floating aimlessly in the street suddenly began to boil.

All kinds of screams came out of their mouths.

The scream was actually tangible, coming out of the mouths of various ghosts, and then turned into a data stream, flowing towards the glowing spire of the Gothic church in the sky.

The ground in the consciousness space made a rumbling sound.

As the earth trembled, the stained glass of the Gothic church exploded, blasting out nearly a million pieces of glass, and in each piece was a picture of Vivian's smiling face.

Then, these glass fragments reassembled in the air to form a huge Saint Vivian.

Immediately afterwards, countless torrents of data fell from the church spire, weaving into Vivian's long, dignified skirt.

Vivian's face looked extremely holy - this was the best result obtained by the supercomputer of Yongsheng Technology after fitting big data at least one billion times - it was the perfect mother's face that people imagined.

The smile on her lips seemed to contain infinite compassion.

Her eyes shone brightly like the first light of creation, but deep within them also lay the fire of the Last Judgment of Revelation.

"Lost children."

Vivian's electronic synthesized voice poured out from the church organ, the coin slot of the vending machine, and the loudspeaker of the confessional.

“I listen to all the cries.”

Following Vivian's compassionate tone, the ghosts glowing with red, yellow and blue light quieted down, and the light on their bodies dimmed a little.

In the palm of Vivian's hand, which was held to her heart, a gray ball of light was gradually condensing and growing.

Looking at the eerily quiet ball of light, Ella flapped her wings to warn, "Be careful! That thing is not to be trifled with! And it's getting stronger with her prayers!"

At this time, Vivian's electronic synthesized sound continued.

“So, I can put an end to all the escaping wavelengths in unfinished animations and the original sin of love letters in Faraday cages&&^$#%^”

As Vivian suddenly began to babble, the gray ball of light in her hand suddenly exploded.

The explosion spread from near to far, centered on the virtual Saint Vivian.

Amidst endless wails and screams, countless ghosts quickly vaporized and disappeared.

"Damn it, I can't use the magic shield!" Xia Li was so anxious that she almost bit her lips. She subconsciously looked at Li Shanze.

Upon hearing this, Li Shanze held his throat.

If it really doesn't work, just give up, try to get through the attack first, and then think of a solution later.

Ella stopped Li Shanze at the right time. She flapped her wings and shouted, "Look at Master Ella!"

As the elf spoke, she suddenly opened a gorgeous shield of light, but this shield of light didn't seem that big.

"Li Shanze, Xia Li, stay closer to Ella!" The elf was very anxious.

Upon hearing this, Li Shanze rushed out, hugged Xia Li, and then sandwiched Ella in between.

The moment the three people flew out, Ella opened a colorful light shield like a capsule, barely wrapping them all up.

Then, the colorful capsule was blown far away by the shock wave of the explosion.

"Mom!"

"Wow!"

“Fuck!”

Amid the shouts of three people in three different styles, the capsule stumbled and after continuous bumps and tumbles, it finally hit a wall and stopped.

Xia Li forced herself to leave Li Shanze's arms. Regardless of the dizziness and nausea, she looked at Li Shanze with concern as he protected her at the last moment.

"Lee, Ella, are you okay?"

Li Shanze's black bowler hat had been thrown away and his hair was messy.

As for Ella on Li Shanze's chest, her eyes were about to turn into mosquito coils.

"Wow, where is this place?" Ella said in a low voice.

After Li Shanze took a breath, he forced a smile and extended his hand to Xia Li: "Ha, it's okay, nothing serious."

Xia Li smiled, reached out and held Li Shanze's hand, and pulled it upwards with force.

Then, Xia Li, who was already dizzy, not only failed to pull Li Shanze up, but her legs went weak. After feeling dizzy, she fell back into Li Shanze's arms.

Li Shanze is in good shape, so he feels fine.

But poor little elf Ella let out a scream: "Oooooh!"

As Ella screamed, the colorful light shield disappeared.

The street was empty, but Li Shanze guessed that there were still countless invisible ghosts wandering around here.

"It's okay, take a rest, take a rest first." Li Shanze reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile.

"Danger, danger." Xia Li lay in Li Shanze's arms.

Li Shanze soothed her, "It's okay. I just used a crystal to disrupt Vivian's speech. We'll be safe for at least fifteen minutes."

Li Shanze felt very fortunate that he had used the crystal without testing it at such an emergency. Fortunately, the crystal was still effective even in the consciousness space.

However, having survived the disaster, Li Shanze almost revealed the secret of his boxing skill.

Although Li Shanze felt dizzy, he still maintained basic vigilance - this thing was extracted after beating Claudia, and there was no way to explain it to Charlie.

Fortunately, Charlie, who was dizzy and dazed, didn't have time to think about so many trivial things.

The witch barely took Ella, who was knocked unconscious by her, out of her chest and put her aside, then she lay in Li Shanze's arms.

After resting for a while, Xia Li finally left Li Shanze's arms reluctantly.

The two of them got up from the ground one after another, and Charlie carefully put Ella on her shoulder.

Afterwards, Li Shanze and Xia Li looked at each other's dirty and miserable appearance and couldn't help but smile at each other.

Charlie couldn't help laughing and bent over, accidentally throwing Ella out.

“Wow!” Ella finally woke up at the moment she was about to land. She flapped her wings desperately and flew up with all her might. “What are you doing?”

Charlie stretched out her fingers and ruffled Ella's hair. Ella suddenly laughed happily, completely forgetting the experience of being thrown out.

However, the elf finally flapped its wings and landed on Li Shanze's broader shoulders.

Charlie asked curiously, "Ella, what's with that shield you opened?"

In the consciousness space, after Charlie discovered that her magic shield could not be opened, she was eager to learn from Ella.

Theoretically speaking, the core of witchcraft is "I think", a power based on consciousness, but Charlie cannot use witchcraft when she reaches the consciousness space.

Li Shanze guessed that this was related to Xia Li's "lack of entry".

According to McKee, Charlie's witchcraft is all performed by directly invoking mana.

This is because in order to protect Charlie and prevent her from experiencing existential crisis, her teacher deliberately prevented her from being exposed to the "violent negotiations of consciousness with the material world."

If possible, Li Shanze would like Xia Li to be an ordinary little witch and not follow the old path of those wizards.

Just as Li Shanze was thinking, Ella also answered Xia Li's question.

"Well, the judgment ball in the hand of the virtual Saint Vivian is used to judge negative emotions."

"So Ella is taking advantage of the goodwill that exists in this space..."

Charlie frowned, seemingly not understanding how to use kindness: "Kindness?"

Ella nodded. "Yes, kindness! Ella gathered her kindness and opened a shield, but the kindness in this consciousness space is very weak, even weaker than the kindness in ordinary consciousness spaces!"

"Luckily, Li Shanze interfered with Vivian, causing the light ball to explode prematurely. Otherwise, this bit of goodwill would have been unstoppable!"

Is the goodwill in this consciousness space very weak? Weaker than in ordinary consciousness spaces?

Li Shanze keenly noticed Ella's choice of words.

"Wait, the consciousness space is not a complete space?" Li Shanze asked.

"Of course not! How can Lutherans, Calvinists, Anglicans, and Catholics possibly share the same consciousness? Nor can the French, English, Spanish, and Germans share the same consciousness!"

Ella said as a matter of course.

So the space of consciousness is still generated based on the imagined community?

Combined with his previous observations, Li Shanze had a rough idea in his mind.