Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

This scheming is only slightly better than Adele's, but very limited.

Could it be that he digested the Level 1 "Listener" potion first, and then jumped to the adjacent Level 2 "Dream Stealer"?

Judging from the other party's performance...this possibility is very high.

Actually, Charles has always had a question in his mind, but Xuan has never had time to think about it before.

When promoted from a Level 1 "Instigator" to a Level 2 "Dream Stealer", the "Dream Stealer" will retain the abilities of the "Instigator" and will also receive corresponding enhancements.

This was the case when Charles's Level 1 "Avenger" save file was promoted to Level 2 "Judge".

But what if a Level 1 Listener advances to a Level 2 Dream Stealer? Does that Dream Stealer gain the Level 1 Instigator ability from the same path? Or does they retain the Level 1 Listener ability from another path?

If the answer is the latter, then even if they are the same level 2 or level 3 transcendents, the abilities behind them are very different.

After all, no one knows what potion she drank in the first two stages.

Charles was a little cautious and decided to ask Tara for confirmation after he had dealt with the girl in front of him.

At this moment, the girl in front of him spoke, interrupting Charles's thoughts.

"I have no idea what you're talking about... I'm just going to meet my friends."

Merritt shook his head and said in a trembling voice, "What did you do to my driver... And, you just mentioned... the Holy Advent Sect?"

I don’t know if it was because she was dragged into the dream that gave the girl in front of me confidence. She still maintained her "timid" character setting, but her speech was obviously more fluent. She wanted to drag Charles into the rhythm of her conversation.

The "fear" just now was real, but the "fear" now is completely a role-play.

Charles, who had already seen through her intentions, pretended to glance at the pocket watch in his hand, and then spoke directly:

"Don't struggle. Your friends will be brought here in a minute at most. When you see them, you won't be able to make excuses anymore."

Charles specifically revealed a time point to the other party. In fact, the people from the Holy Coming Sect probably haven't arrived yet.

She needs to pressure the other party little by little and force him to tamper with his memory.

It just so happened that she could use this simulation to see what would happen if her memory was tampered with, so that she would not be at a loss as to how to deal with similar situations in the future.

"My family doesn't believe in any church. We have no ambiguity about the Adventist Church... Please believe this."

The girl in front of him seemed to be pretending to have just learned that Charles was from the Holy Advent Sect, and there was a hint of begging in her tone.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Charles glanced at Tara. Tara put down the wooden bowl in her hand, and after receiving Charles' nod, she walked to the door and opened it.

Looking at Tara's back as she went to open the door, Charles was thoughtful.

If Tara and I were dragged into the dream at the same time, would we appear in the same dream, or would we each enter a different dream?

It was difficult for Charles to tell whether the Tara in front of him was real or fake just by looking at her back.

Tara opened the door and saw a figure shrouded in darkness. He lowered his head and said something to Tara. Then Tara turned to look at Charles and said, "Lord Charles, the man has been caught."

The corners of Charles' mouth curled up slightly.

Now, Charles can tell whether Tara is real or fake just by saying "Let's go". Perhaps the dream constructed by the girl in front of him will collapse because she has no idea where she is being taken.

"Bring it in."

Ciel spoke up.

"Yes."

Tara nodded, then waved to the black man in front of her.

Tara is fake, she is in another dream.

Even if he caught the members of the Pleasure Club, Charles couldn't interrogate them directly in the house on Jewel Avenue, because there were too many distractions there, which would affect Charles' progress.

The first thing she instructed Tara was to take all the people at the destination mentioned by the driver to the temporary underground base.

After confirming that he and the girl in front of him were the only ones with independent consciousness in the dream, Ciel actually became a little interested.

Several young men and women in luxurious clothes were brought in with their hands tied behind their backs. Charles just glanced at their faces and made a conclusion.

These are not people from the Pleasure Club, but only people in the memory of the Dream Stealer.

But Charles still remembered the appearance of these people, after all, they were all wearing aristocratic clothes.

If these were "ordinary friends" known to the "Dream Stealer", Charles might be able to directly "box out" the identity, current location, and name of the "Dream Stealer" through portraits in reality.

Now, please release your fear and show me what you can do.

Charles stood up, turned around and walked to the kitchen. After carefully selecting a suitable kitchen utensil, he slowly walked to the young man who was kneeling on the ground.

"Are you from the Joy Club?"

Ciel tilted his head slightly, his long, soft red hair sliding down his shoulders and swaying slightly.

"What is a...a joy party? I don't know what a joy party is."

The young man spoke repeatedly with a look of fear on his face.

laugh--

The kitchen knife accurately cut through the young man's throat and carotid artery, and a large amount of blood spurted out instantly. The young man fell to the ground with an unbelievable look on his face, twitching like a shrimp, and gradually became silent.

This scene made Merritt, who was sitting at the dining table, shrink his pupils suddenly.

This... is this... a cultist?

She swallowed hard and watched as Charles walked up to another young woman with a kitchen knife in his hand, bent down slightly, and slowly lifted the young woman's chin with the tip of the knife.

"Do you know about the Joy Club?"

"I... I don't know..."

laugh--

Charles slowly pushed upwards, and the tip of the knife pierced the woman's throat and penetrated deeply towards her head. She gently turned her wrist, stirred it, and then pulled out the kitchen knife.

Blood spurted out and sprayed onto Ciel's cheek - of course she knew how to kill people without getting blood on herself, but that would be ineffective.

Charles slowly straightened his back, raised his head to stretch his cervical spine slightly, turned to look at the girl at the table, smiled and shook his head, and said: "There's nothing I can do. She said she didn't know."

Merritt was so frightened that she froze in place. She looked at the cult leader, whose half face was stained with blood and who gave her a terrifying smile, and her scalp felt tingling.

Madman... This is absolutely crazy!

She clearly only needed to brainwash the other person to make him confess his true feelings, and there was no need to kill him at all! She...she just wanted to kill him!

Looking at her expression of complete nonchalance and even a smile...how many people has she killed?

At this moment, Charles looked at Merritt's expression and knew that there was no need to continue testing him.

She walked in front of Merritt, following the bloody footprints step by step. She glanced at the table and shook her head slightly.

Charles reached out and stabbed the heart in the wooden bowl with a bloody kitchen knife. He slowly lifted the pig's heart and passed it to Merritt's mouth, saying, "It's not good to be picky about food, Miss Leticia."

The heart, emitting the aroma of meat, was getting closer and closer. The blood from the kitchen knife mixed with the soup slid down along the heart. Even though this was in a dream, Merritt felt nauseous.

The heart was getting closer and closer to Merritt's lips, and her heartbeat was accelerating rapidly, as if a bloody, beating human heart was approaching her.

Just as her heart was about to touch Merritt's lips, she finally couldn't hold back her emotions anymore.

"Ms. Charles."

Merritt leaned back, and at the same time, she looked up, looked directly into Charles' eyes and said, "Wait a minute..."

Merritt's light brown pupils flickered with faint blue and purple light. She slowly opened her mouth and continued:

"From just now on, you have been asking me questions... Now, is it my turn?"

This is……

In an instant, Charles felt that the area around his eyes had fallen into darkness, and the light brown-haired girl in front of him became the only figure in the darkness.

Her figure continued to twist and turn, dispersing into a series of shadows in front of Charles.

This was the ability that Avina had used on herself in the previous simulation.

It’s the ability of a “listener”!

However, compared to the one used by Avina, the "Listener" ability used by the girl in front of him was even more terrifying, and it even left Charles with no ability to resist and he fell into such an illusion.

Is this because I am in a dream?

In dreams, will the ability of the "instigator" or "listener" to disrupt the mind be strengthened?

However, at this moment, Ciel was not panicking at all... She still retained control of her body, but it was difficult for her to concentrate on her thoughts.

If this were real, she could even spend 5 fate points to switch save files, instantly rendering the control ineffective... From this point of view, the existence and capabilities of the system can almost perfectly restrain these extraordinary people who rely on mental attacks.

But in Merritt's opinion, Charles' current performance means that he is completely under his control.

After all, it’s just a level 1…it’s really too easy.

Merritt leaned back in the chair, breathing heavily. In the living room at this moment, Tara, the man in black, and the tied young men all seemed like puppets without a puppeteer, standing still in the same place, which was extremely weird.

She looked at the beautiful red-haired girl standing in front of her, her eyes completely distracted. As her breathing gradually calmed down, a smile appeared on her face.

"Come... first let me see your past, you lunatic..."

Merritt slowly raised his hand and touched Charles's brow.

Although she knew that now was the best time to obtain the other person's physical data...but there were more important things to do, so there was no rush...

The moment Merritt's hand touched Charles's brow, the dream creations around her instantly collapsed and turned into three-colored streams of light that instantly dissipated.

what happened?

what happened?

The chair beneath him disappeared, and Merritt fell to the ground. Just this simple action seemed to stir up the whole world.

A terrifying spiritual alarm exploded in Merritt's mind.

She looked up in horror in the direction of Charles, only to find that Charles was still standing still, but the skin on her right hand began to tear inch by inch, and tentacles emerged from it.

This is……

The silver-white light began to tear apart the surrounding three-colored light and rushed directly towards Merritt's eyebrows. Before she realized what was happening, a huge, indescribable amount of knowledge poured directly into her mind.

Her body twitched nervously, and her will to resist almost collapsed instantly. The huge amount of knowledge had completely buried her, and she could no longer tell who she was.

At the last moment of her consciousness, she finally realized why so many high-ranking members of the Holy Advent sect would obey the orders of this rank 1 girl...

Meanwhile, in Ciel's living room.

Charles, who had fallen asleep with his back against the chair, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two people sitting at the dining table in front of him.

Tara rested her head on her hands, lying on the table, facing Charles, with a strange smile on her face and a drop of crystal saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth, as if she was having a sweet dream.

The girl sitting opposite Tara vomited a large mouthful of black, sticky blood, and then her skin began to shrivele all over her body.

Her original hair began to fall out in wisps, and her skin and muscles almost dissolved together, drooping from her body like a non-Newtonian fluid. Her bones made crackling sounds and became hunched over.

Her legs were almost glued together. Rather than a snake, she looked more like the sticky, wriggling body of a snail or slug, and she was still melting, twisting and merging.

In just five or six seconds, a girl with a pretty appearance turned into a horrible monster covered in human skin.

But when Charles looked at the monster, his brows furrowed slightly.

this is……

Why did she look so much like the mud-and-slime monster that had appeared after she had sacrificed the "Sacrificial Hallows"? It was just that she hadn't melted quite so completely.

The monster was out of control. Charles quickly raised his hand, stood up, grabbed Tara's collar and lifted her up.

"Tara, wake up!"

Tara, who was originally immersed in a dream, transformed slowly. After she spit out the saliva from the corner of her mouth, she saw the monster in front of her. The spiritual alarm in her mind instantly exploded, making her completely awake.

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Chapter 154: The instigator’s bizarre ideas.

Four white shadows emerged from the shadows under Tara's feet, and two of them pounced directly on the terrifying monster opposite.

As for the other two white shadows, one stood in front of Charles, and the other rushed directly towards the door - this was to ask for help.

As soon as she finished all this, Tara's vision suddenly became blurry. Everything in front of her began to be slightly distorted, and even shrouded in a faint mist.