Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

As long as the Faceless Man can construct it, it means she is not lying.

As for herself, as long as she became familiar with the Faceless Man's methods in her dreams, she could abandon the Faceless Man in reality, complete the task herself, and steal the Faceless Man's achievements...

"Tsk..."

In the Key Master's eyes, the Faceless Girl looked at the potion bottle in her hand with some disdain, and then asked, "What is the ritual for the Dream Stealer's reappearance?"

"Being awake in a dream and controlling your own dreams will achieve the minimum requirements for digesting the potion."

The Keyman replied.

This is the fastest method, although digesting the potion in this way is very unstable...but she is not taking it herself, she just wants what the girl in front of her has constructed.

If one wants to achieve a perfect reappearance ritual, one must go through several rounds of dreams, or even experience several lives in dreams. This cannot be achieved in a short period of time.

"Next, I'll take a step and you'll follow."

The key holder handed the potion to the girl and said, "Open the potion bottle first."

The key holder handed the potion to the red-haired girl and watched her slowly open the potion bottle. Then...

He drank it all in one gulp.

"what are you doing?!"

The key holder was shocked and angry. She suddenly reached out and snatched the empty potion bottle from the girl's hand.

Damn! Is she crazy? Drinking like this?

Although she is a little crazy, she is a rare helper in stabilizing the potion. If this potion really makes her completely crazy, it will not be easy to find the next "instigator" with such potential and controllable ability.

The key man could almost foresee that the girl in front of him would be attacked by the potion after a brief silence, and then her body would collapse.

But what she didn't expect was.

The girl in front of him with her eyes closed just licked her lips, straightened her chest, took a deep breath, and then opened her eyes. Stars were flowing in her light pink pupils, and her translucent pink tentacles were swaying wildly and excitedly.

“It’s tasteless~”

Ciel looked at the key man in front of him and asked with a smile.

"How do we construct the dream next?"

Want to see dreams? Want to learn [Spiritual Summoning]?

Very good, then let you watch and learn.

Let you help me complete this extraordinary summoning ceremony.

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Chapter 158: Multiple Dreams, Dancing with the Devil.

"--(Ansu language) Listen, I will tell you the best scene in this dream.

This is the dream I saw at midnight.

By then all those who spoke had fallen into a peaceful sleep."

A blue, white and orange ball of light flickered in the key man's hand. This ball of light seemed to have a terrifying magic that could suck people's souls into it, and even made Charles unable to look away for a while.

"Do I still have to recite poetry? Using this ability?"

Ciel asked curiously.

Ciel searched his mind for the knowledge and abilities that the "Dream Stealer" potion had given him, but found no similar memories.

"It's just a way to keep you anchored in reality,"

The Key Master suppressed his inner fear and spoke slowly, "It's best to set a triggering phrase for both opening and closing the key to prevent the Dream Stealer from falling into the dream."

"Of course, different Dream Stealers have different ways of distinguishing between them. This depends on the Dream Stealer's own preferences."

"As for the deeper double dreams, a Level 3 Subverter wouldn't attempt it easily. You can just ignore it. For a typical Dream Stealer, being able to instantly awaken from a single dream is already quite impressive."

"Now, try it yourself. Drag me into the dream. I won't resist."

This was the most the Key Man ever spoke.

She said so much, not because she wanted to sincerely teach the red-haired girl in front of her, but because she wanted to calm down her shocked emotions through talking.

This was the first time she saw someone drink potion like this, completely disregarding their own life.

Even those who have experienced the re-enactment of the ritual and have themselves entered the "Dream Stealer's" dream several times as the "instigator" themselves would not dare to drink the potion directly without any preparation.

At the very least, it is safest to wait until a new round of recurrence ceremony begins or just ends before drinking.

After all, one only has one life. The Key Woman herself went through the same thing. Before she was promoted to a "Dream Stealer", she asked the "Dream Stealer" of the Pleasure Club to take her into dreams several times before finally drinking the potion.

This "faceless man" is very dangerous.

The key man looked at the girl in front of him. She spread out her palms as if studying something.

Suddenly, a three-colored ball of light exploded in the girl's hand. A fourth color seemed to be faintly visible, and then it suddenly exploded. This strange sight scared the girl so much that she took several steps back.

However, upon seeing this, the Key Man's brows relaxed slightly, and his tone softened a bit: "It's okay, this is normal. You're missing the link to construct a dream. You need to construct a dream in your mind, such as this room and me at this moment."

He made the same mistake as most new "dream stealers", but fortunately... although the freak girl in front of him was quite evil, she was not so evil that she could construct dreams without any guidance.

At this time, under the guidance of the key man, Charles gradually outlined the appearance of the room and the key man in his mind, and then opened his palm again, revealing the three-color light ball in the palm of his hand.

Looking at the ball of light floating in his palm, Charles looked in the direction of the Keyman and asked, "Keyman, isn't this ball of light too conspicuous? The target will know they are about to be dragged into the dream as soon as they see the ball of light. What's the point of this?"

These skills that were not in her memory were indeed Charles's blind spots, so she asked humbly.

Because in a previous simulation, she was dragged into the dream without any warning, and she also wanted to know how this was done. The simulated self did not write down in the notebook how his subordinates did it.

After hearing Ciel's question, the Key Man's ball of light flickered and quickly twisted into a pen. He spoke, "This pen is a dream creation. If you look at it, even a moment's distraction will drag you into the dream."

Is that so...

The ball of light in Charles's hand began to twist under her control, and an exquisite pocket watch appeared in her hand. She held the familiar pocket watch and gently opened the silver case.

hum-

With a buzzing sound, the colors around Charles quickly faded, turning into an endless lavender cloud, and in front of the cloud stood the key man.

Then, the surrounding clouds slowly condensed into shape, and carpets, sofas, furniture, everything was constructed at a rapid speed.

These things look like this, but as long as you get close to the furniture and look at its texture carefully, you will find that the originally exquisite texture is now blurred into a mess, just like a game without loading the texture properly, it is extremely rough.

"Ah."

The key holder in the dream slowly nodded, seemingly unsurprised by any of this. She looked at Charles and said, "Now, try to recreate the scene of you instigating the Archbishop of the Holy Advent Cult, or the scene of summoning God that you just mentioned."

"I will tell you where the structure is lacking during this process."

Ciel nodded, her eyes slightly closed as the scene around her tore apart.

In the eyes of the key man, the rough scene around him gradually collapsed. Soon, piece by piece of stone bricks replaced the previous exquisite decorations. In just a few breaths, the clouds and mist constructed a huge underground temple.

The faceless man was standing at the front of the church, with the Holy Throne behind him.

A large amount of clouds began to twist and merge into a group of black people kneeling in front of him. The faces of several of them were particularly clear and delicate, and they seemed to be people who left a deep impression in his memory.

"call!"

Charles leaned back and sat directly on the throne. He crossed his legs and swayed on the throne, sighing, "I miss it so much."

Unlike Charles's relaxation, the key man at this time saw the surrounding scene, took a quick glance, and quickly made a decision in his heart.

She knew this place.

Deton Manor, the underground temple of the Holy Advent Sect.

This... is what the underground temple looked like before it was destroyed?

So, does that mean that everyone here is a cultist?

"Kitty."

Charles spoke and waved to one of the kneeling women below.

"Yes, my lord."

The dream construct that looked like Kitty slowly stood up, knelt in front of Charles, bent down deeply, and kissed the upper of Charles' shoes.

"evil……"

Ciel retracted his legs, a look of disgust on his face.

Why are the constructs in dreams so humble? Although they do act according to their own stereotypes, that's right.

“Take them to prayer.”

Ciel waved his hand and spoke.

At this moment, she looked at the ground in the lower left corner.

The ground, which was originally empty, now had several buckets of blood. That was all constructed in the dream, his own blood.

bang-

The bucket of blood was kicked over by Charles, and the blood formed thin threads and began to spread towards the crowd below, forming a blood array outside the crowd, and then quickly spreading inward.

Just as the blood formation was about to take shape, the key man raised his hand and said, "Wait, clear out the people first."

"Oh."

Charles nodded, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the cultists under the stairs instantly turned into mist and disappeared.

The complete blood formation appeared in front of the key man.

What kind of sacrificial formation is this...why have I never seen it before?

The key holder narrowed her eyes slightly; the shape of the formation in front of her had been firmly imprinted in her mind.

"What's that blood?"

The key man pointed to the bucket of blood next to Ciel and asked.

"The Extraordinary."

"Well... go on."

The key man nodded and motioned for Ciel to continue.

The clouds reconstructed the cultists kneeling on the ground, and the blood formation connected them together. As Charles murmured, blood light suddenly appeared.

The words that Charles murmured were also directly memorized by the key man.

Then, a horrifying scene unfolded before the key man.

As the Faceless Man's murmurs fell, the bodies of the cultists and extraordinary people in the blood formation suddenly exploded, and their flesh and blood seemed to have intelligence and split open their skin and flesh on their own. The blood lines that came out condensed together in mid-air, forming a blood-colored vortex.

The cultists below were gradually absorbed into corpses, and some were even hung up by blood lines. The scene was extremely horrifying.

And under this horrific sacrifice, a burst of starlight drifted out from the blood formation.

These star colors penetrated into the body of the person previously called "Kiddy" by the faceless man, and then "Kiddy"'s body began to undergo drastic changes.

Click——

click -

The scene of twisted flesh and blood made the key man frown slightly. Looking at the cocoon ball of flesh and blood formed in front of him, the key man had a vague bad premonition in his heart.

Even the spiritual alarm in my mind began to hum slightly.

There was actually a reaction in the dream...? And this was in my lucid dream.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't be in any danger, because she could wake up at any time, and the spiritual alarm shouldn't sound...

click-

The blood cocoon collapsed, and along the cracks, several pairs of insect wings broke through the terrifying cocoon shell and slowly unfolded.

The buzzing in the key man's brain began to become more intense, and even the things in the blood cocoon began to distort, and black lines like graffiti appeared, as if something was blocking the key man from seeing all this.

"Stop! Stop!"

The key man spoke quickly.

But the process of breaking out of the cocoon continued, and the buzzing in her head continued to intensify. She could feel that if the contents of the cocoon were fully revealed to her, she might be in danger.

The key holder quickly raised her hand and clenched her fist. The entire space was burst by her like a balloon. There was an explosion without any sound, and everything turned into light purple mist and drifted away. The original room gradually took shape in front of her.