At this moment, Audrey even began to doubt whether the "fate" had not been arranged not to send her to the village of Hedrak to investigate the dragon-worship customs, but rather to make her notice something amiss, thus generating resistance. She then subtly used her "virtual persona" ability to guide her two elder brothers unconsciously, gradually shifting their perspectives—without them realizing it—so that the great dragon spirit of the heart would detect the special awareness of the city of Liviethed and be drawn to it. Even though she stood in the position of being guided by fate, Audrey could not help but feel profound reverence. Indeed, to achieve such an effect, one must possess an exceptionally high level of insight into human nature and a deep understanding of how different individuals respond—so profound that it instills genuine, innate fear in the observer. After all, Audrey, a Sequence 4 Manipulator, at the time genuinely believed the course of events aligned perfectly with her expectations and fulfilled her hopes, feeling no sense of alertness or concern whatsoever. The great dragon of the soul folded its expansive, membranous wings and gazed down at Odile, who wore a blue cloak, saying, "This is a labyrinth of dreams woven from many souls. Even the one who set the traps, when personally arriving, would need some time to find this room. And I won't stay long." Clearly, it was vigilant against traps, yet it believed certain things warranted such a risk. Dream labyrinth... this was a remarkable ability, perhaps even a transformed one, of the 'Weavers of Dreams'? Odile steadied herself, asked calmly, "What would you like to know?" The large gray-white dragon with thick scales hummed, "I am Aeryhorg, one of the last three ancient dragons remaining." By this, it meant that it was one of the three great dragons that had survived into the Second Age, and that the now-rare dragons were descendants of those ancient dragons from the Age of the Ancient Gods? Odile nodded gently, allowing the other to continue without interruption. Beyond her, in the open field covered with dark green and wild grass, a wooden door stood without any apparent support, appearing remarkably out of place. Aerihog didn't waste time either. After a brief self-introduction, he asked, "Where did you first encounter Livished?" Audrey was well-prepared and responded calmly, "It's mentioned in a book called *The Travels of Grolser*, said to have been personally crafted by the great dragon king Angerwid." "Grolser..." Aerihog clearly hadn't heard the name before. He repeated it and then asked, "What kind of book is that?" Audrey, with her golden, flowing hair, simply described, "The book presents a world almost as real as life itself, and it can draw in people—those who meet certain conditions or who offer their own blood—into its world, allowing them to live there." Aerihog paused for two seconds and then asked, "Does that book's world contain a collective unconscious ocean?" "Yes." "Audrey gave a very certain answer," said, "The 'city of miracles' I saw lies deep within the collective unconscious ocean of the book world." Arihohg's breath suddenly deepened. "In that Livishide, what did you see?" Audrey recalled: "A city filled with towering pillars, majestic palaces. I also entered the dragon king's residence, where every living being's inner voice resonates directly around them. I call it the 'Hall of Truth.' At the far end of the Hall of Truth, behind the dragon king's throne, there is an ancient and mysterious bronze door. I don't know what it seals—indeed, it's extremely dangerous. I simply can't bring myself to approach it." Audrey spoke the truth completely, only omitting her references to Mr. World, Mr. Star, and her own speculations. Aerihog the ancient dragon remained utterly silent, as though recalling something or analyzing the current state of Levished. During this time, His head slowly lowered, as if carrying his entire body down from the apex of the hundred-meter-tall pillar toward the ground. Just as Audrey grew more tense from the slightly eerie scene and reached for a question, Aerihog suddenly lifted His head. The pale gold vertical eyes grew colder, and His voice resonated once more across the open wilderness: "Levished..." With the rumbling sound like thunder, the hidden forms behind Aerihog swiftly emerged into clarity, taking shape within the gradually brightening scene: towering stone pillars, some reaching dozens or even hundreds of meters high, standing alone or together supporting majestic yet ancient palaces. These stone pillars and palaces, in shades of gray and white, sit upon island-like foundations, exactly matching the "city of miracles" Livyshed that Audrey had just described. No—this is clearly the "city of miracles" Livyshed. Only now does Audrey realize that the ancient spirit dragon, Aeryhorg, is perched at the tallest and thickest of the stone pillars at Livyshed's summit. At this moment, she senses a subtle shift in Aeryhorg. With a slight turn of her emerald eyes, a sound of a metal handle being turned suddenly resonates behind her. This... Audrey resists the urge to sharply turn around, instead maintaining a watchful posture and directing her gaze obliquely. The lone wooden door, once detached from all external supports, slowly swings open, revealing the visitor: a large, white, ever-moving rabbit with twitching ears, standing upright and walking on two legs. Above the gray mist, within the ancient palace, a figure draped in the gray-white vapor sat at the head of the weathered long table in the "Fool" seat, quietly gazing at the deep red star symbolizing "Justice." ………… Bekland, West District, No. 9 Belotto Street. As the two-month deadlines drew nearer, Wendl grew increasingly restless, needing medication to fall asleep. Upon waking, he remained agitated and restless, deeply anxious, losing all interest in food—only managing to eat his colleagues' meals out of necessity to maintain his physical strength. He had no idea what would happen once the upper court deadline arrived, nor could he predict whether irreversible changes would take hold within himself. This fear of the unknown often left him feeling short of breath, profoundly distressing. At times, Winder even wondered whether resisting the return to Utopia might not have been a wise choice: given his limited experiences there, if he simply went back, appeared in court to testify for Tricia, and then made it safely out, the odds were quite favorable. — At least so far, Winder hadn't heard of anyone dying or going mad in Utopia; besides being a bit odd, the people there were generally kind and pleasant. I'm only here to help—they should appreciate me, not treat me as an enemy. The more Winder thought about it, the more he felt that facing danger head-on would feel more comfortable than enduring the current hardships here. Of course, he had no doubt about the protection capabilities of MI9's headquarters; if even that failed, he would have to seriously consider making an early visit to the "Master of the Storm." Huffing out a breath, Winder sat down in his chair and casually picked up a novel, hoping to pass the time. Yet his restlessness kept him from immersing himself in the story. He flipped the pages more and more frequently, until finally he snapped the book shut with a decisive click. He then closed his eyes, preparing for a brief doze. Half-drowsy, Wendel seemed to return to Utopia, arriving at a courtroom where his role was not that of a witness, but of an audience member. He watched翠si, lacking sufficient evidence, be ruled ineligible for justifiable defense and transferred to criminal court, seeing her gazing in stunned tears, her smile both poignant and beautiful. Wendel jolted awake, silently gazing at the gas wall lamp before him, motionless for a long time. If the problem lies not with the residents of Utopia, but with Utopia itself, then perhaps my retreat will prove fatal to a kind and unfortunate young lady... Wendel withdrew his gaze, hesitating, yet unable to overcome his inner fear. He rose from his chair, placing a hand on the table, and walked toward the door, intending to take a stroll through the headquarters of MI9 to ease his spirits. After stepping out of the room and walking a few steps down the corridor, Wendel suddenly heard colleagues in the adjacent office discussing cases related to Utopia: "Have you heard? Recently, a coachman entered Utopia. While delivering a merchant from Utopia to the dock district, he only turned two streets and found himself suddenly out of his element." "It might be worth reminding all the coachmen in Beckland, yes—perhaps even equating Utopia with spies, so they can better grasp the situation." "The way one enters or exits Utopia is truly unsettling." "Indeed, at times, I wonder if the very entrance to Utopia could appear anywhere." "There must be certain limitations—far from being omnipotent as we imagine. Otherwise, merely going to the restroom would have me suddenly finding myself in Utopia." "Based on the patterns we've observed so far, this makes theoretical sense." “….” Winder felt a faint pulsing in his temples, suddenly realizing that even at the headquarters of MI9, he didn’t feel entirely safe. Unless there was a half-god, half-human figure constantly watching over him, he found it hard to avoid the fate of returning to Utopia. Perhaps, after washing his hands, he would open the bathroom door only to find himself in the "Iris" inn of Utopia. No, even a regular half-god might not be able to prevent this—this was simply beyond human capability, approaching divine. Winder was now utterly panicked, his fear overwhelming. Following the sudden surge of hope that had taken hold in his mind, he returned to his room and retrieved the document from the Utopian court. Then, Winder entered the bathroom, holding the document tightly and speaking in a trembling voice: “I’m willing to testify in court.” “I’m willing to testify in court.” “….” After repeating this several times, he finally extended his hand to grasp the handle of the bathroom door. At that moment, a black raven, like a spectral shadow, flew through the window and landed in a corner of the bathroom unnoticed. The next second, Wendel turned the handle and pulled the bathroom door open. What now faced him was no longer the familiar bedroom, but a strange hall.