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My evil subconscious spoke. Yeah. I would make her so scared and confused that it would make her almost insane. I wouldn’t let her live freely, happily while I was restless because of her. I leaned down to her and kissed a few spots on her neck and also on her bosom. After I was sure that my art works would leave prominent marks on her, I got up. I chanted a spell and the cum from her stomach disappeared. I didn’t bother putting clothes back on her. When she would get up the next day, she would be confused and then scared. I would make sure that she would live in constant fear.

Although the mighty Astrum did not like to study the illusory technique, it did not mean that he only had a superficial understanding of it. Philip discovered this illusory technique from his inherited memory. Its name was the River Burial. This illusory technique not only created a virtual scene to confuse the victim but also destroyed the person’s mind at their psychological level. This woman was attacked by this technique, and tears filled her eyes. She was on the brink of collapse. She could see nothing but darkness in the water. Philip’s voice rang suddenly, distant and hollow.

This can’t be real. This is glamouring. Another ability, its purpose is to create illusions so real it could fool any on-lookers, but not keen observers. “Let me out of this glamour!” I shouted to the sky. Their master’s probably scrying over me on his mirrors or reflective stones. I let out a shaky breath. I need to get out of this soon, or else my mind will fall to the illusion. I closed my eyes and focused, trying to find the presence of familiar people to try and transport to their place.

His baritone voice invaded my ears. I took two steps down the stairs then I looked back at the room I came out of. A part of me wanted to go back. To keep a close eye on it. Unfortunately, the discernment was weaker. “The painting is safe. Nothing to worry about,” I assured myself. My subconscious mind played a huge trick on me. And I left it in the hands of a pack of shewolves. Ready to devour it. Brutal. Mercilessly.

Through the fake window, she could see a beautiful garden with flowers and butterflies, and she could even smell the scent of roses in the air. "Touch it master," Bana said softly. Lynn reached out hesitantly and felt her fingers brush against what seemed like real flower petals. The illusion was so convincing that for a moment she forgot she was still standing in her chamber. Then Bana waved her hand and the illusion disappeared completely, leaving just the plain stone wall that had always been there. "My illusions can last for hours if I need them to," Bana explained. "And the stronger the emotion I put into creating them, the more real they become to whoever is experiencing them."

That was why she had become the unforgettable first love in his heart. But the truth was, she had abandoned him because she thought he was too poor. She had gone overseas to chase after rich men—only to spiral further into a life of indulgence, picking up a gambling addiction and racking up millions in debt. The guilt was obvious on her face. She stammered, "M-Maverick, these photos, these agreements… they're fake—all fake! How could I ever do something like this? Ophelia is trying to frame me!"

My vision blurred at the edges, but something inside me clawed against it. This wasn’t real. I gritted my teeth as I whisper a spell breaking through the illusion. The walls warped. Candace’s body blurred. With a sharp crack, the illusion shattered like glass. I staggered, sucking in a ragged breath as the real room snapped back into place. Dust. Shadows. I had rally come with Kael and Jett yet I fell into an illusion. Maybe not an illusion but Candace's subconscious. Jamel’s eyes widened as he saw me. His mouth fell open, words stuck in his throat.

The illusion cinema rose before us, its entrance a maw of light that projected images into the street itself, scenes from stories that had never been written, landscapes that existed only in the minds of the Another Intelligence. We stepped inside and the world dissolved into a forest of crystal trees, their branches singing with wind that smelled of distant oceans and forgotten summers. "How?" Seraphina whispered, her barrier magic flickering weakly in response to the overwhelming sensory input, her fingers finding mine with a grip that felt like the last solid thing in a world that had become pure imagination. "Shared sensory projection," I said, and my voice echoed through the crystal for

Fine, I was lying to myself. Well, I could try his strategy, which was obviously going to cost a lot of money. Changing the covers wasn’t a little task; the books were already printed. “What could the new title be?” I had gone through a lot of difficulties coming up with the title ‘Under The Sunset With Mr. Right,’ and honestly, I couldn’t come up with something else that could match the content of my book. “The illusion of happily ever after,” Liam stated, and I frowned at him; he really was trying to rub this in my face that everything I wrote was just my illusion and not a reality.

The others looked at each other and retorted, “Then, what’s this freezing sensation? Could it also be hypnosis then?” “Of course!” The boy had a serious expression on his face as he said, “Since it’s hypnosis, the other party will definitely try their best to make us believe in our current situation, thus creating such an illusion! As long as we meditate and focus on the fact that everything in front of us is an illusion, nothing will happen then!” Subconsciously. It seemed reasonable. At this time, a voice prompting the start of the game came from the sky: ‘The experience is about to start. Good luck to all of you. You can give up and quit the experience if you feel any discomfort or are ex