Chapter 690 – Dreamweaver World 28

Mo Lan had the Book of Cards and didn’t need the Fruit of Materialization to convert things from the dream realm into reality, so she didn’t eat one. Instead, she took one of them and fed it to the Book of Cards as material, then attempted to craft a {Fruit of Materialization} card.

The Fruit of Materialization produced by using the {Fruit of Materialization} card had effects identical to the ones rewarded for killing Dream-Eating Tapirs.

The Fruit of Materialization was only useful in the Dreamweaver World. Only here in the real world was there no magical energy available for absorption — everything had to be converted from the dream realm using the Fruit of Materialization.

With this card alone, Mo Lan was confident she could turn everyone in the entire Dreamweaver World into members of the Dawn Society, earning her massive amounts of disposable Mana and permanent Mana.

Unfortunately, one of the mission notes for the Dreamweaver World included a clause: “Prohibited from mass extraction of world resources.”

The concept of “world resources” was explained in detail in the Otherworld Archives’ documentation.

All matter and energy within a world fell under the scope of world resources, whether owned or unowned.

As long as a mission included the clause “Prohibited from mass extraction of world resources,” any act of large-scale plundering of matter or energy would be considered a violation of the agreement.

If an Explorer actively violated the agreement, the 《Universal Covenant》 would no longer constrain the world consciousness’s actions during the mission.

In such cases, it was entirely up to the world consciousness to decide what to do. At best, one’s gains would be confiscated. At worst, one would be killed outright, body and soul dissolved into nourishment for the world to nurture intelligent life.

The disposable magical energy and permanent magical energy of intelligent beings within the world also fell under the scope of world resources.

Unless she was prepared to sell all her cards at cost without profiting in the slightest, aggressively expanding the Dawn Society here would absolutely be considered a violation of the mission agreement.

Fortunately, pure knowledge was not classified as a world resource. Using the Book of Cards to collect this world’s Magic did not count as a violation.

Compared to the Fruit of Materialization, the Dream Chronodisk was far more practical for Mo Lan.

The Dream Chronodisk took the form of a circular pocket watch. When used inside a solo dream instance in the dream realm, it could slow down the flow of time within the instance, becoming ineffective after a single use.

Mo Lan once again took one Dream Chronodisk and fed it to the Book of Cards as material, designing and crafting a {Dream Chronodisk} card.

Now she didn’t have to worry about running out of Dream Chronodisks.

If not for the fact that missing Greenwood Village’s Transfiguration classes meant waiting for the next session, Mo Lan would have loved to head to Forest Isle tonight to find a solo instance and practice her Magic — raising all her spells that were capped at Peak level or First Rank due to Valen’s world-level restrictions up to the Dreamweaver World’s upper limit.

For now, she decided to wait. Once she had made sufficient progress in Greenwood Village’s courses, she would use the Dream Chronodisk to enter instances, rapidly raising her Magic level while also practicing the Natural Shapeshifting magic she had just learned.

That evening, Mo Lan continued taking Zhizhi out to hunt Dream-Eating Tapirs.

This time, her goal was purely ordinary Mana crystals and origin Mana crystals.

The Mana crystals rewarded for killing a single Dream-Eating Tapir weren’t much, but little drops add up to a considerable sum, and they could help offset the costs of using the Book of Cards to craft cards.

Three days later, Greenwood Village’s rest days ended and Transfiguration classes resumed. The Dream-Eating Tapirs in Canaan City had also been mostly killed off. Mo Lan returned to her fulfilling routine of studying skill books during the day and rushing to the dream realm for classes at night.

On one hand, she relied on her extraordinary memory and learning ability to absorb knowledge voraciously in class. On the other hand, with ample dream coins to support her, she arranged private tutoring sessions with Transfiguration masters outside of class. With this two-pronged approach, her progress was nothing short of astonishing.

When she first attended the small cat Transfiguration class, Mo Lan had been practicing basic cat walks alongside the beginners on a training ground covered in fine sand, carefully controlling the force with which her paw pads touched the ground.

By the second class three days later, her transformed white cat could already execute textbook-perfect cat walks, with the sway of her waist and the balancing adjustments of her tail both natural and precise.

By the third class, she could even instruct other students, demonstrating how to use subtle whisker tremors to gauge the distance of obstacles.

On the first day of training in the large cat sprinting course, the cheetah she transformed into was stuck in the middle of the pack, struggling to keep up, losing balance with every sharp turn.

The second time she appeared on the training ground, her sprinting speed was already firmly in the top three, and she was the very last one to stop during the endurance test.

A week later, the cheetah she transformed into could run neck and neck with actual wild cheetahs, and even the Instructor personally announced there was nothing left to teach her.

The bird flight class was even more outrageous. At first, she struggled with basic flight balance just like everyone else, but before the class was even over, she could already skillfully ride the wind to perform extended hovering and gliding.

This kind of scene repeated itself in every single animal transformation classroom in Greenwood Village.

The young dream citizen students pursuing the Beast Speaker path initially found it novel that an adventurer had come to attend classes. Gradually, they stopped finding it amusing.

What they found hardest to accept was that Mo Lan wasn’t displaying the mechanical mimicry of someone relying on skill books — she demonstrated a flexible mastery of transformation that came from truly understanding the essence of each creature.

An adventurer they had never taken seriously had surpassed them in Transfiguration techniques where there were absolutely no shortcuts to be had. How were they supposed to live with that!

“This is absurd!”

After the frog Transfiguration class, several young Beast Speakers gathered by the pond, whispering among themselves. “When she first showed up last class, she couldn’t even control a frog’s tongue, and now she’s already discussing optimal skin mucus secretion ratios under different humidity levels with the Instructor!”

“We’ve been studying for a year and still haven’t reached that level. How many days has she been at it?”

This invisible pressure put every dream citizen student in Greenwood Village on edge.

Outside the Instructors’ treehouses, more and more figures could be seen seeking guidance on Transfiguration techniques. The training grounds were filled with students doing extra practice on their own. Even students who used to stroll into the classroom at the very last minute now arrived half an hour early to claim front-row seats.

The thought “I can’t lose to an adventurer in Transfiguration” spread like wildfire among the dream citizens.

Spurred on by Mo Lan as a “benchmark,” the atmosphere in Greenwood Village’s Transfiguration courses underwent a complete transformation.

The Instructors watched this outsider adventurer improve by leaps and bounds, then compared it to their dream citizen students’ methodical pace of learning, and their frowns grew deeper and deeper.

“Look at her!” The large cat Transfiguration Instructor lashed his tail against the ground. “You’ve all been through two full sessions of this course, and none of you can match an adventurer who’s only been here two weeks!”

The bird Transfiguration Instructor was even more ruthless: “Moira completed her coursework early yesterday. From now until the end of the session, none of you are allowed to privately undo your transformations! Anyone who violates this rule will be tossed into a flock of wild birds to learn from them!”