Chapter 666 – Dreamweaver World 4

To get to the new district, the first thing she needed to solve was the matter of identity documentation.

Only with proper identification could she open an electronic account, and only with an electronic account could she rent a place in the new district.

The Dreamweaver World’s communication grid was far more advanced and widespread than Earth’s internet.

Every citizen here had a rice-grain-sized identity chip implanted beneath the skin of their left wrist from birth. This micro-crystal stored all of an individual’s biometric data.

The accompanying Federal Citizen Archive System was staggeringly vast — every breath a person took, every purchase, every trip was faithfully recorded.

Moreover, accessing the communication grid required a real-name account linked to one’s identity information, and this account was directly connected to the electronic payment system.

What made things even more troublesome was that the Dreamweaver World had completely abolished physical currency long ago. All transactions had to be completed through virtual Federal Coins in electronic accounts.

The value of this digital currency was directly pegged to gold coins from the dream realm, forming an unbreakable economic closed loop.

“What a hassle…” Mo Lan muttered under her breath.

Even with the Book of Cards, she could easily create a perfect replica of an identity chip.

But without the original data records in the Federal Archives’ internal network, this fake identity would be exposed the very first time it underwent online verification.

In the Explorer journals about the Dreamweaver World she had read, Valen’s Explorers couldn’t begin to understand the Dreamweaver World’s identity system and communication grid. No one had ever successfully forged identity documentation. They could only live as unregistered individuals — hiding during the day and coming out at night to hunt Dream-Eating Tapirs — needlessly increasing the difficulty of their missions.

Mo Lan had no intention of living like that. She didn’t just want to hunt Dream-Eating Tapirs — she also wanted to stock up on specialties from the dream realm!

The materials she had reviewed contained very little information about the Dreamweaver World’s ethereal side dream realm. She had to find a way to legally access the communication grid so she could search for information online.

She still needed to go to the new district to figure something out!

Mo Lan decisively stood up and walked out of the tent, reverting the Spatial Tent back into a card and putting it away.

“Let’s go! We’re moving to a new location!”

Mo Lan opened her backpack, and Zhizhi obediently unzipped the inner pocket and crawled into the expanded little space inside.

She shouldered the backpack, mounted the broomstick again, activated the invisibility shield, and flew out of the building.

By now it was fully daylight, and the skies above the new district were bustling with flying cars and aerial robots.

She carefully avoided their flight paths as she flew toward the plaza.

From a distance, she could already see two adjoining buildings. Each had a large electronic display on its exterior wall, showing the words “Federal Canaan Administrative Office” and “New District Citizen Management Center.”

Mo Lan landed on the hourglass clock tower in the plaza and observed the people entering and exiting the two buildings.

She figured that the staff at these two locations should have the authority to access the Federal Archives’ internal network and modify identity documentation.

Creating a new identity from scratch wouldn’t be easy, but inheriting the identity documentation of a recently deceased local whose account hadn’t been deactivated yet would be much simpler.

All she needed was to find a suitable “candidate,” make a small adjustment during the “account deactivation” step, use the Book of Cards to record the person’s biometric features, slightly alter her own appearance, and she would have a legitimate, safe new identity.

After watching from the clock tower for a while, Mo Lan noticed that everyone entering either building had to scan their left wrist on a scanner at the entrance.

Their expressions were perfectly nonchalant and their movements well-practiced. She immediately understood — it was an identity verification check.

The identity chip was implanted on the inner side of the left wrist. Though she had plenty of ways to bypass this detection, the material of these two buildings gave her pause.

The silver-gray exterior walls gleamed with a metallic luster in the sunlight. Mo Lan recognized the special material — magic-suppressing stone.

She had read about it in the Dreamweaver World’s records. This ore could effectively suppress magical energy fluctuations.

The entire building was constructed from magic-suppressing stone. When she had flown over it earlier, she had already felt her Mana circulation becoming sluggish. If she tried to cast Magic inside, its effectiveness would likely be severely diminished — the Invisibility spell might become impossible to maintain.

Since infiltration carried too much risk, Mo Lan changed her strategy and patiently observed the personnel entering and exiting the two buildings.

After three days and nights of sleepless surveillance, she finally identified two suitable targets.

Both wore well-tailored black work uniforms with silver badges pinned to their chests.

Most notably, the magical fluctuations emanating from them were far stronger than those of the other staff — clearly, they were formidable in the dream realm.

However, in the real world, Mo Lan could tell that their magical fluctuations were only comparable to low-level spellcasting in Valen.

Mo Lan noticed that every morning and evening when they entered and exited, the other staff members would proactively greet them with respectful attitudes.

Their positions within the organization were likely quite high. Starting with them would help her find the right direction more quickly.

With her targets identified, Mo Lan sprang into action.

She followed one of them invisibly through the new district’s neat streets, eventually arriving at an elegant residential area.

He lived in a detached villa with a small garden. The doors and windows were all fitted with sophisticated magical locks, and the security system appeared impenetrable — but none of this posed a challenge for Mo Lan, who was well-versed in Spatial Magic.

She cast Teleportation directly, appearing precisely inside the villa.

Still invisible, she waited patiently for a moment when he was alone. When he finally stepped into the bathroom to attend to personal needs, Mo Lan struck immediately. A precisely aimed Psychic Magic spell hit him dead on.

As his eyes glazed over, she rapidly sifted through his memories.

It turned out this man was the deputy director of the Canaan City Citizen Management Center. Although he wasn’t primarily responsible for managing citizen identity information, from his memories Mo Lan extracted critical details about the identity chip registration process, the archive update mechanisms, and other key procedures.

More importantly, she found detailed profiles of every member of the Identity Archives Management Office.

The next day, Mo Lan resumed her surveillance outside the New District Citizen Management Center.

This time, her target was the head of the Archives Management Office.

When the workday ended, she repeated her earlier method, following the director home.

This director lived alone on the top floor of a three-story building, with only electronic locks on the doors and windows.

Mo Lan’s infiltration went just as smoothly, and Psychic Magic once again played a crucial role.

After reviewing his memories, Mo Lan also cleverly implanted some “additional content.”

This man desperately needed money, so Mo Lan fabricated a memory for him, making him believe he had struck a deal with an Underground gang — that he would secretly collect the identity information and identity chips of recently deceased orphans and sell them to the gang.

Colt, his memories now tampered with, went about his evening without noticing anything amiss — eating dinner, going to sleep, then adventuring in the dream realm as usual. When dawn came, he woke up, washed, ate breakfast on the street, and headed to the Citizen Management Center for work.