Millennium Witch

Book 1: Chapter 5: Who Changed Her Clothes?

Under the guidance of the AI, Yvette spent the entire afternoon learning how to practice this retro-style “wellness art” and completed her basic introduction.However, after practicing, she realized that the meditation method would not save her.

Once she left this dream, she would immediately face a food shortage crisis. The effects of the meditation technique would only manifest years later, and by that time, it would be too late—it would be irrelevant.

As time passed, it was around four or five o’clock in the afternoon.

At Tabitha’s reminder, she had to take off the visual terminal and accompany the doctor to the large cafeteria at the end of a corridor on the floor for a meal.

“…Little girl, you’re at the age of growth, so make sure to eat more,” the uncle serving food in the cafeteria said warmly.

Glancing at his completely metallic right arm, Yvette smiled sweetly and said, “Thank you, uncle.”

After getting her food, she found an empty corner to sit down, her smile fading as she began to think.

From her interactions with the cafeteria uncle, Dr. Tabitha, and the staff she encountered along the way, she felt that everyone here was quite normal and friendly.

This made her begin to doubt her “human experimentation theory.”

After all, if they were really conducting human experiments, there would be no need to provide such good treatment for these orphans. They had single rooms, visual terminals, and a specially designated large activity room, all while maintaining such a gentle attitude. They could simply keep the kids locked up, providing only basic water and food, which would be more budget-friendly.

Of course, she couldn’t rule out the possibility that Dr. Tabitha and the others were kept in the dark. But if she had the chance to escape and managed to survive, she could search for any clues in the ruined base…

As she thought about this, Yvette suddenly entertained another idea—what if this dream was perpetual?o do so so precisely, was it really something she had brought back from the dream herself?

Yvette’s heart began to race; there were now two possibilities. The first was that a mysterious person was hiding here, capable of peering into her dream, and secretly dressed her while she was asleep—but that seemed incredibly absurd and could be dismissed almost instantly.

The second possibility, however, was that this dream was not merely a dream. It might be a special form of time travel, allowing her to use the dream to genuinely return to the past while bringing something back with her!

Damn it, I should have brought some tools!

Yvette lamented silently, and after a moment, suddenly realized something. She quickly removed the stockings and began to examine the soles of her feet—she had walked barefoot before entering the dream, collecting a lot of gray black, and on the night before, she made a point to clean her toes before sleeping.

If her feet were still clean now, it would indicate she had indeed experienced a physical time travel; otherwise, it was just a dream.

A few seconds later, under the bluish glow, Yvette frowned slightly—her feet were still dirty; she had not undergone physical time travel.

Then where had her extra clothes come from?

Was it possible there were others hiding here? Some kind of ghost or evil spirit? Was the dream she experienced actually a mirage created by malevolent spirits?

As this thought crossed her mind, Yvette felt a chill rise from the bottom of her heart, and the surrounding scene turned eerie, as if countless eyes were secretly watching her in the darkness.

But fortunately, as a person who valued logical thinking, she quickly adjusted her mindset, dismissing this low-probability event after a few deep breaths.

This was mainly because she well understood that the worst thing in such a situation was to scare herself.

If external factors didn’t appear and she frightened herself into mental instability, then the false would become real.

Thus, after thoroughly checking around layer negative ten and finding no clues, Yvette resolved to attribute this strange phenomenon to the peculiar mist of the dream.

And then…

Returning to the layer negative nine where she had lived for half a year, looking at the Magic Glow Vines in the hall, Yvette couldn’t help but show a wry smile.

Damn it, what a mess!

At worst, she would starve to death and restart!