Chapter 370: 2.0
"We should go."
The buildup and climax between the couple below had been wild.
The reactions happening between the Psion aside, the scene of Lazarus pounding the short nun was insane.
"I could picture it getting over 10 million streams if posted on a porn site a few years from now."
Margaret tried to hide it, but aside her strained breathing, I could sense the lust that began oozing off her.
Her eyes moved to Lazarus’s shlong, then to me, drifting toward my pants.
From the side, I caught her tongue slightly slip between her lips before she caught herself.
After releasing in a woman who should represent the peak of female celibacy, Lazarus shared a few words with her, dressed up, and exited the room. They shared no kiss or hug.
Margaret saw the departure of her boss as a sign for us to leave, and turned to me.
"We should go."
"He’ll be looking for you. Get going."
"What about you?"
"There is something I need to do."
Sneaking a peek, Margaret glanced at the woman who lay spread on the altar, her bare back and bottom presented to us, her form still. Then she looked at me.
Her eyes narrowed, and she moved for the steps but stopped as she went past me.
"I don’t want any part in this. I saw nothing, I heard nothing."
It didn’t cost Margaret much thinking to understand there was something bigger going on.
How I knew my way to our current location, already seeming to know what we would view, raised enough question marks.
Rather than reply, I let a small smile crack on my lips, enjoying as she became dispirited.
"Get going. Say we took a stroll and ended up watching the square. I’m sure Lazarus will be pleased to know I fancy you."
With a sneer, the lady departed, and when I could hear her footsteps no more, I jumped.
My body’s time free-falling was short, it soon met ground, and with expertise, I absorbed the impact from the drop, a barely perceptible thud echoing.
Whether it was because of the act or the energy that had been born in her, our sinful nun lay wasted, her consciousness away from reality.
Unlike where I had been, the room below was well-lit, the thin shine of sweat on the nun’s body visible.
A white liquid leaked from between the woman’s legs, and then I saw her face, the stupid smile she had on making me frown.
I went to the door Lazarus had exited through, locking it from inside, returned to the woman and with a sigh, put a finger on her forehead.
"System, activate Nightwalker."
[Nightwalker activated]
[Nightwalker upgraded( Dream Walker 2.0]
I saw the second text, but before I could ask about it, my consciousness was sapped from reality, and I appeared in what I had feared.
Ahh!! Ahhh!! Ahhh!!
It wasn’t Lazarus but another man.
With his thick arms, he carried the nun like a little girl and fired into her.
Closing my eyes, I was trying to estimate how long the scene before me would last and the chances I would get any vital information from the nun, when the noises I had been hearing changed.
"That was fast," I muttered opening my eyes and groaning as I was now watching a scene of the nun getting fucked by Lazarus.
"Talk about a fully perverted mind."
[Your mental has come a long way from what it used to be.
Provided your mind is strong, so long as your target is dreaming, you can influence what they dream about.]
"I don’t understand."
[Immerse yourself in the reality you are now in, then demand what you want to learn from the mind.]
I was at first confused about how to immerse myself, but after some seconds of meditating and letting my Psion flow out, I could see several strands of energy stretching from infinity, attaching themselves to my consciousness.
"I’m at a disadvantage here."
The connection was like a heavy boulder to my senses. If I tried to tamper with this world without sufficient strength, I would be crushed.
I did as the system said, immersing and demanding what I sought.
Unfortunately my efforts were in vain. After several seconds, there was no change, moans and groans still filled my ears.
"Hey, it didn’t work."
Of course, at this critical time, the system bailed, leaving me to figure things out. It took me a while, but eventually I did.
I sought any information on an extraterrestrial in the Vatican, turned up empty, then understanding the problem became less detailed.
When the scene before me turned to one of nuns gossiping amongst themselves, planning how to sabotage another nun, I groaned within.
Just to switch the dream scenes, not to mention the heavy load it placed on my mind, a good chunk of Psion had been used up.
Not willing to accept that I had wasted my time and mental energy by stepping into the busty nun’s dream, I recalibrated my demands.
"A high-level conspiracy in the Vatican."
"A never-to-be-mentioned secret."
"Secret groups amongst the Vatican priests."
It was like typing keywords into a search engine, the nun’s mind being my library.
I innovated but unfortunately i was still in the same dream and it was not because my searches were all turning up null, but because I found myself lacking the strength to push past the boulders safeguarding this data.
"This method is not feasible," I told myself after my fourth failure.
My continuous tries had caused the buildup of a small migraine, and my Psion Sea had been heavily reduced.
Nightwalker might have been upgraded, but I was far from strong enough to take advantage of the latest functions.
I didn’t just need to be mentally stronger than my target, I needed my mind to completely dominate theirs. That was the only way I would be able to work past the handicap inflicted on me when I stepped into their dreams.
"I should be getting kicked out any moment now....."
"That’s a brutal memory."
The scene before me had changed, nuns along with several women appearing in the picture.
In the scene I had just watched, the fat-ass nun was walking behind a lady subserviently, her head bowed and eyes looking at the back of her feet, when the lady got cut in two.
When the nun looked up, her eyes fell on the perpetrator: a woman dressed in clerical robes and wearing a veil.