Chapter 103: The Bond of Affection with Luoluo Reaches 90

The events that unfolded in Jiangling City had finally drawn to a close. However, the shockwaves they caused were far from dissipating easily. After all, the appearance of four city-level annihilators in Jiangling City, and the terrifying dream disaster they unleashed that nearly threatened the entire city, was enough to capture the serious attention of dreamwalkers nationwide.

In the capital city, at the headquarters of the National Dreamwalker Association, a towering skyscraper rose, more magnificent than any dreamwalker building in any other city, standing proudly at the heart of the nation.

On the top floor, in the president’s office, the night was deep and quiet, yet the lights remained brightly lit. A man with round glasses, his hair fully gray and wrapped in a blood-red cloak, was studying documents in his hands.

"Jiangling City... was attacked by four city-level annihilators. Three fell, one was captured," he murmured.

"These four annihilators are, respectively, the small-scale god-core holder Azure Dragon from the Divine Core Organization, the underworld ghost enforcers Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and the Heavenly Demon Dragon King..."

“Interesting,” the gray-haired man with round glasses smiled faintly, slapping the documents down on the desk. “This operation was initiated by the Divine Core Plan, aiming to capture the Fallen God... Hmph, god-cores... they’ve grown bold.”

“Do they really think the Dreamwalker Association is some pushover?”

The glasses reflected the light coldly.

“Though the Divine Core Organization lost one annihilator and a small-scale god-core in this attack, this matter cannot just be swept under the rug.”

“Send the ‘Heavenly Sword’ squad to locate the headquarters of the Divine Core Organization. Give them a severe beating. Also, bring back the heads of two annihilator-level members as a warning and as a response for Jiangling.”

The man said calmly.

Beside him, a blonde woman in a professional skirt, her figure striking, paused for a moment. “President, the Heavenly Sword squad is a super-star assault team, composed of multiple national-level dreamwalkers. You’re really sending them out?”

“Why not? If we’re bullied on our own turf, are we just supposed to take it?” the man replied coolly.

“The nation spends so much money maintaining these super-star teams and national-level dreamwalkers—not to have them on vacation.”

“If they don’t stay active, they’ll just get fat.”

The blonde woman thought it over and nodded, seeing the logic in his words. “Very well.”

After speaking, she pulled a document from her folder and handed it to the man.

“President, Tang Nai, the president of the Jiangling Dreamwalker Association, has submitted an urgent report.”

The man was momentarily stunned but took the document and glanced over it. Just one look, and a grave expression settled in his eyes.

The entire president’s office seemed to grow icy cold.

“A nation-falling level, mobile dream disaster…”

He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply after a long pause.

“This is... serious.”

Removing his round glasses, he revealed deep, penetrating eyes. The blonde woman noticed his pupils seemed interlaced, with a flowing light that seemed to pierce time and space, seeing through the mysteries.

“Lisa, send a message to the Li Ang couple. Have them go to Jiangling to investigate. The sooner, the better.”

“What?!” The blonde woman exclaimed sharply.

The man shot her a dissatisfied look. “Do you have any objections to my orders?”

She hurriedly shook her head. “President, isn’t Mrs. Li Ang... close to Zhang Changlin, who’s heading to Jiangling? Is that right? Sending the Li Ang couple to Jiangling... won’t it be risky?”

Three invisible black lines seemed to descend on the man’s face.

“As my personal secretary, how many times must I tell you not to get caught up in gossip!”

“The Li Ang couple—they are married now, legally wed. What does childhood friendship or being playmates mean? Don’t pay attention to those rumors! Focus on your work!”

The blonde woman fell silent but was secretly resentful. She’d never known that Mrs. Li Ang and Zhang Changlin had been childhood playmates. When it came to gossip... no one was better than the president.

“Right, notify Zhao Lingyin to also go to Jiangling,” the president added.

Lisa screamed again, “Jiangling is dangerous! Yin Yin is your student! And the national novice dreamwalker championship is coming soon! You want Yin Yin to go to Jiangling? That’s too risky!”

The president, now wearing his round glasses again, turned to look at his secretary.

“You know my abilities. If I’m not mistaken, Jiangling will likely become very dangerous, but also a place of great opportunity. Yin Yin has infinite dream spirit; she can protect herself. If she can seize this opportunity, her chances of advancing to national level will improve.”

“Besides, Jiangling just produced a champion who actually killed an annihilator-level being. Let Yin Yin meet her, give her a lesson to keep her grounded. We don’t want her to become arrogant, thinking infinite dream spirit makes her invincible.”

“So, try to be a little smarter. Don’t just grow a fierce attitude.”

The blonde woman lowered her head, feeling aggrieved, intending to look at her toes—but found she couldn’t see them.

...

The moonlight was cold and clear, spreading over the world.

The night in Jiangling City was much quieter, but the flashing neon lights still dispelled much of the darkness’s chill.

Du Fang, holding the hands of the well-fed and contented Luoluo and his joyful wife, returned to their residential complex, returning home.

After letting them play on their own, Du Fang went to take a shower.

Once refreshed, he dried his damp hair and sat down on the sofa.

Nearby, Luoluo was still giggling joyfully, seemingly still basking in the happiness of the buffet meal Du Fang had taken her to.

On the other side, his wife’s five fingers were adorned with rings, her fair wrist decorated with sparkling bracelets. At this moment, her fingers were held straight, as if constantly admiring and inspecting them.

Du Fang smiled softly. Everything was harmonious.

Truly wonderful.

As he wiped his hair, suddenly, words began to emerge in his retina.

...

Affection (Luoluo): 90/100

...

Then, a notification popped up.

[Congratulations! Affection with daughter (Luoluo) has reached 90.]

[You have gained the right to use Luoluo’s basic ability ‘Air Control.’ If affection drops below 90, ability usage will be canceled.]

Du Fang was stunned for a moment, then overwhelmed with joy.

Unconsciously, his affection with Luoluo had reached 90 points?

He hadn’t paid much attention to this, as increasing affection became increasingly difficult the higher it climbed.

He hadn’t checked in a long time, yet it had already reached 90.

When it had reached 80 before, he gained the right to use the little pig Qiqi. Now, at 90, he gained the right to use Luoluo’s basic ability...

Basic ability?

Du Fang paused his hair-drying motion.

He had only heard of special abilities, never basic ones...

Does this mean that as affection increases, other abilities of Luoluo would unlock?

At the thought, Du Fang felt a surge of motivation.

“But now that affection has hit 90, raising it further will be very difficult. To keep climbing, I’ll have to fulfill her wishes…”

“For example, buying Luoluo a big house, playing hide-and-seek with her... and finding other family members.”

He pondered.

It sounded simple, but in practice, it was quite challenging.

“Looks like I have to hurry and start making big money.”

“Also, I forgot to ask—last night, after killing an annihilator-level enemy, will the Dreamwalker Association give out a bonus?”

“That’s important. Even if it’s just ten thousand, that’d be great.”

Du Fang took a deep breath, eager to ask Captain Zhang about it tomorrow.

After drying his hair, Du Fang began studying Luoluo’s basic ability: Air Control.

The name sounded... quite unusual.

Controlling air...

Like controlling nothingness.

Du Fang closed his eyes and began probing how to use Air Control.

After several seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes, filled with excitement and eagerness.

He raised his hand and pointed his five fingers toward the teacup on the coffee table.

Suddenly,

The teacup floated into the air!

Clink, clink, clink...

The lid and cup trembled and knocked against each other, a sign that Du Fang’s control wasn’t yet smooth.

He made the teacup levitate by manipulating the air around it, creating airflow to lift it.

Nearby,

Luoluo, sitting in front of the TV watching a horror movie called "Midnight ××," laughed happily and turned her head.

She saw Du Fang clumsily controlling the teacup in midair.

Luoluo found it amusing.

“Daddy, I want to play too!”

Then, joyfully, she raised a finger.

Suddenly!

All the teacups on the coffee table floated up and began spinning continuously.

The effortless grace contrasted sharply with Du Fang’s awkwardness.

But Du Fang felt no embarrassment; instead, he carefully released his perception, sensing the airflow under Luoluo’s control.

Du Fang studied diligently.

He planned to forego sleep that night, determined to master Air Control.

If he could fully understand this ability, Du Fang felt there would be great potential.

The night passed unknowingly.

After exhausting his dream spirit, he used his aunt’s tea to recover and continued practicing.

By morning, Du Fang had grasped the basics of Air Control.

For example, he could easily control three teacups to float, though not as effortlessly as Luoluo, yet much more skilled than when he first began.

He also listed many possible applications of Air Control.

For example, compressing air, expanding air, vibrating air, extracting air, creating air walls, and more...

“My wife’s Red Garb state is a defensive ability, similar to a physical-type dreamwalker’s power, while Luoluo’s Air Control is more like a psychokinetic-type dreamwalker’s ability,” Du Fang analyzed.

Mastering both abilities meant Du Fang cultivated both body and mind simultaneously.

“That’s almost like Captain Zhang…”

Du Fang muttered.

“Looks like, in a way... I’m a formidable dreamwalker myself.”

Judging by dream spirit strength, Du Fang was only a mid-level dreamwalker, not even advanced.

But he didn’t mind.

After all, he had only just begun on the path of the dreamwalker.

His journey was still long.

He also recalled that Captain Zhang was also a body-psychokinetic dual cultivation dreamwalker.

At this thought,

A small flame ignited wildly in Du Fang’s heart, impossible to suppress.

He eagerly wanted to visit the Wildfire Squad’s base and spar with Captain Zhang.

With his current power, even without help from Luoluo, little pig Qiqi, or the silver-haired version of himself, relying solely on Red Garb and Air Control...

Maybe... he could give Captain Zhang a run for his money?

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