Chapter Sixty: Your Familial Affection with Your Wife (Yaya) Reaches 80

"There’s still a hint of Mommy’s scent left on the red embroidered shoe…”
Luo Luo tilted her head, thought seriously, and said.

Du Fang raised an eyebrow.

Again?

Again with the scent of his wife?

“But it’s only a little bit, not quite authentic,” Luo Luo added earnestly.

Du Fang didn’t quite understand what Luo Luo meant, then glanced at the quiet Wife’s Hand resting on his shoulder.

Wife’s Hand gave a thumbs-up, pointing at Luo Luo.

Clearly, her meaning was obvious—she agreed wholeheartedly with Luo Luo.

“So, does this red embroidered shoe… count as yours?” Du Fang frowned slightly.

Luo Luo hugged her pink pig plushie, Kiki, and shook her head. “This red embroidered shoe might have just picked up a bit of Mommy’s scent; it’s a fake, not genuine, and the dream it carries may not be real either.”

After saying this, Luo Luo looked a little sad.

“Mommy’s favorite red embroidered shoe is lost out there… Mommy must be very sad.” Luo Luo pouted, turning to look at Wife’s Hand on Du Fang’s shoulder.

Wife’s Hand raised a middle finger—clearly, she felt the same way.

For a moment, the finger drooped, listless and weak on Du Fang’s shoulder.

Du Fang felt that, as the head of the household, he ought to step forward at this moment.

He reached out and gently covered the soft, smooth Wife’s Hand, giving it a reassuring pat. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely find the real red embroidered shoe for you!”

“I look forward to the day you wear the red embroidered shoes before me,” Du Fang said.

After all, the red embroidered shoes were a gift from him to his wife; his wife’s things were his things, weren’t they?

“Really?” Luo Luo looked up with her delicate little face, full of expectation.

Du Fang smiled. “As the head of the family, my word is law—it cannot be taken back.”

“Pinkie promise with Mommy!” Luo Luo said excitedly.

On his shoulder, Wife’s Hand was already holding up her pinkie, waiting for Du Fang.

Du Fang smiled, extended his pinkie, and hooked it with Wife’s Hand.

And the moment he made this promise to Wife’s Hand—

Before Du Fang’s eyes, the long-missed “A Loving Family” panel popped up with a notification.

…

[Your familial bond with your wife (Yaya) has reached 80.]

[You have obtained usage rights for your wife (Yaya)’s ability ‘Crimson Garment State’. If familial bond drops below 80, the ability will be revoked.]

…

Du Fang was stunned.

His bond with his wife had already reached 80?

She seemed more easily satisfied than he’d imagined.

Also,

Du Fang felt a little excited.

Does this count as awakening a special ability?

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Above the sports arena, enormous LCD screens hung facing all directions, so every spectator could clearly see the images.

And on the screen, a strange red embroidered shoe was displayed.

The vast sports arena, filled with tens of thousands, was instantly plunged into a deathly silence.

No one dared speak loudly, as though afraid to disturb the red embroidered shoe.

A forbidden artifact!

For Dreamwalkers, it wasn’t considered a rare item.

But for ordinary people, forbidden artifacts were synonymous with death and terror.

Behind every forbidden artifact lay a nightmare disaster.

Though, in this era, ordinary people’s fear of such disasters has diminished, the terror hasn’t vanished.

For the unknown, awe and fear linger.

It’s only human.

Many people stared at the red embroidered shoe in President Tang Nai’s tray, feeling a cold chill envelop their entire bodies.

It was as if a faint song whispered in their ears, and a graceful figure appeared before their eyes, wearing red embroidered shoes, gliding out from the endless abyss of darkness.

A wave of dream energy swept over them.

Everyone shuddered, then snapped back to awareness in fright.

“This is the forbidden artifact for this year’s New Dreamwalker Invitational, but it is a replica crafted by a Dreamwalker of the Dreamwalker Association at the Du City level using special abilities.”

“The disaster carried by this forbidden artifact has yet to be conquered. It now lies outside the capital, and has been classified by the Dreamwalker Association as a city-destroying level disaster!”

From the host’s platform, the emcee spoke in a deep voice, drawing the audience’s emotions back from the fear imposed by the red embroidered shoe.

The crowd erupted in a commotion, emotions high, noise unending.

This year’s New Dreamwalker Invitational was actually using such an advanced disaster?

At the center of the field.

President Tang Nai, leaning on a cane, personally placed the red embroidered shoe on the grass.

Dream energy continuously emanated from him, suppressing the shoe and preventing its disaster from escaping.

Around the arena, professional Dreamwalkers in black suits stood solemn-faced, nerves taut, ever ready.

Tang Nai surveyed the surroundings, then nodded slightly.

In the next moment,

Tang Nai’s figure retreated across the arena, leaving afterimages in his wake,

provoking another uproar among the spectators.

When Tang Nai reappeared, he was already on the observation platform—calm and composed.

Without Tang Nai’s dream energy suppressing it, the forbidden red embroidered shoe began to ooze blood, soaking the turf in moments.

The pool of blood continued to spread, expanding…

Instantly, all the Dreamwalkers at the edge of the arena felt their dream energy tremble.

It was a feeling of dread.

Spectators, whose mental strength was lower, were even more susceptible.

It felt as if they were being uncontrollably pulled into a dream—the center of the field spewing blood, surging like tidal waves from a sea of crimson, crashing toward the edges!

The professional Dreamwalkers in black suits all raised their hands, touching their foreheads to release their dream energy.

Their dream energy rippled and interwove, forming a vast net that enveloped the field.

The tides of blood crashed against the net,

but were completely blocked, unable to escape.

The host spoke up at the right moment, announcing that the setup for the first disaster was complete.

“Next is the first round of the New Dreamwalker Invitational, Jiangling Division—Dream Disaster Conquest!”

“As for the advancement requirements, you must resolve three strange incidents within the large-scale disaster codenamed [Red Embroidered Shoe] to qualify.”

“If you are attacked by anomalies and judged by referees to have lost qualification, you will be forcibly withdrawn.”

“If you exceed the time limit of eight hours,”

“Or fail to resolve three strange incidents,”

“Both will be deemed as disaster conquest failure and advancement failure.”

The host announced the rules for the first round of disaster conquest.

The surrounding audience erupted again; many seasoned Dreamwalkers in the stands raised their eyebrows.

Zhang Changlin, seated in a wheelchair, looked at the shoe quietly bleeding on the field and took a drag from his cigarette.

Su Jiuming turned to him. “Captain Zhang, you used to be a Dreamwalker in the capital—do you know anything about this disaster?”

Si Nan, Zhao Lu, and Du Fang’s assistant all turned to look.

Zhang Changlin took his time, inhaled, and said calmly, “This disaster is extremely dangerous. It’s been around for three years and has yet to be conquered; many teams from the capital have lost members to it.”

“The only blessing is that it hasn’t erupted in the city, its location is remote, and not many ordinary people have been infected. Otherwise, the destruction would be catastrophic.”

The non-mainstream, red-haired Si Nan pulled an exaggerated face. “Three years without a conquest? That’s hard to believe!”

“Weren’t there any national-level Dreamwalkers involved?”

Zhang Changlin smiled. “There were, including the one known as the benchmark for Dreamwalker physique. But he couldn’t find the emotional root of the anomalies within the disaster…”

“He even tried brute force, but…”

“If you use brute force, the disaster will escalate!”

“It could upgrade to national-destruction level.”

Zhang Changlin took another drag, exhaling slowly.

Su Jiuming, twirling a white rose, leaned on her chin and gazed at Old Zhang. “So, that national-level Dreamwalker gave up?”

“No, he got beaten up and ran away with his tail between his legs…”

Zhang Changlin laughed, gloating.

“From this, we can deduce that conquering this replicated [Red Embroidered Shoe] disaster by resolving three strange incidents is not just about defeating three anomalies. It’s not about brute force—the key is to find the emotional focal point of the anomalies. That’s the crux.”

“Interesting.”

“This year’s New Dreamwalker Invitational… is worth watching.”

…

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In the stadium.

The rookie Dreamwalkers, under Wen Ji’s direction, stood along the boundary of the disaster zone formed by the red embroidered shoe.

“All contestants, prepare.”

Wen Ji, wearing black sunglasses and a cold expression, shouted loudly.

His words echoed through the arena.

All the rookie Dreamwalkers raised their hands and touched their foreheads.

This was the starting ritual for releasing dream energy and peering into the dream.

Du Fang followed suit, pressing his finger to his brow.

“Enter the dream!”

Wen Ji barked.

At that instant—

Boom!!!

On the soccer field,

waves of dream energy erupted, like billowing tides across the vast sea, rippling outward.

Layers of turf were lifted from the field.

One after another, spiritual bodies peeled away from the rookie Dreamwalkers,

like rays of dawn breaking through the night,

or like thousands of moths flying toward a candle’s flame,

surging into the disaster zone that radiated from the red embroidered shoe.

A thousand—

entered the dream.

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