In the dream realm, Nightmares reigned like gods. Agatha could reshape anything within dreams, wielding power like an omnipotent deity, free to do as she pleased.

This unique gift came from her father’s bloodline. It was Agatha’s proudest yet most frustrating ability. Outside dreams, her Nightmare heritage granted no combat strength. Her young age left her power shallow, so she couldn’t fully control the entire dream world.

She needed special hypnotic powder to lure people into deeper sleep, guiding them into her domain. That pink glow sprinkled in Nevia’s room earlier? Crafted by her Demonic Realm friend, the Dark Witch Darkmoon.

After dumping Nevia’s group into a deeper dream layer, young-girl Agatha clapped her hands. She plopped boldly onto the throne, her slender black eyebrows furrowed.

Now, she fretted over the Demon King’s task. Finding a demon in this vast world was like finding a needle in a haystack. No—harder. If resurrected, the Demon King would hide instantly to evade the Deity Race and their lackeys.

What did the previous Demon King look like? Agatha wondered suddenly. When summoned by the current one, she’d dared not look. But if she found the former herself? She’d be his savior. A glance surely wouldn’t matter.

What did a true high-level demon look like? Definitely tall, mighty, and incredibly handsome!

Fueled by this fantasy, Agatha surged with energy. Maybe the Demon King, pleased, would marry his savior as queen! Then she’d become a high-level demon too!

Agatha chuckled “heh heh heh” foolishly. Then she recalled her mortal-world misfortunes. First, punched by a little girl, she’d tumbled into a river. Next, frozen solid into an ice block. Then nearly roasted by a fireball! Luckily, she’d fled fast. But turning back, she’d met those girls again. Thankfully…

Her years of escape skills weren’t wasted. Still… she’d sensed a fleeting dark aura there. She’d hoped for useful intel, but nearly walked into the tiger’s den again!

So, Agatha secretly planned this operation. She dubbed it “The Demon Queen’s Something-Something Grand Operation” (I won’t tell you she couldn’t think of a proper name!).

Under night’s cover, she snuck into the girls’ home. Using her Nightmare talent, she sensed their sleep. Then she slipped in, dragging them to this illusory dream world.

They’d learn the cost of angering Lady Agatha. Revenge was a demon’s basic virtue!

Agatha was a well-mannered demon. She never knew patience!

“How dare you defy the great demon Lady Agatha, hmph,” she snorted proudly.

But the next moment, a smile spread on her face.

“Finally dealt with? Such troublesome pests.”

Agatha waved her tiny hand. Instantly, Celia—who should’ve entered the deeper dream with Nevia—appeared before her.

“But here, no one defies Lady Agatha.”

Sensing the girl’s terrifying magic, Agatha had trapped her in a “Seed of Sorrow” dream upon entry. She’d also crafted a fake double to meet Nevia’s group.

That dream drowned Celia in her saddest memories, looping endlessly. Yet Agatha hadn’t expected her escape.

Still…

“Hmph hmph!” Agatha gloated. However strong, all bowed to her little whip here.

She floated down slowly from the throne. Carefully, she extended her chubby bare right foot, pressing it gently onto the ground.

Steady landing.

Good.

Agatha patted her flat chest. “See? No tripping on flat ground!”

But as the thought rose, her foot buckled weirdly. She tumbled forward, landing on the closed-eyed girl.

A soft touch.

Before her lay the girl’s exquisite face: flawless snow-white skin, slender crescent-moon brows, thick brush-like lashes, a petite nose, rosy lips. Agatha’s breath hitched. This girl slept defenseless. Even a dream phantom was hers to command.

Agatha was a demon of fierce possessiveness—her “virtue.” Sadly, her weak power forced obedience. But here? She was omnipotent!

She licked her lips. Light flashed, transforming her into a mature woman: gold-trimmed robe, diamond crown, voluptuous curves.

This time, no giant staff—just a slender black whip.

“Come, delight me!”

Agatha gazed at the unconscious girl on soft grass. She tugged her whip, smiling happily.

Meanwhile, deeper in the dream…

Nevia’s group awoke to a black room. Empty darkness surrounded them.

“Welcome to the world of dreams.”

A black-haired girl materialized, smiling. She stepped down transparent stairs from mid-air.

Black leather shoes hugged her slender legs, sheathed in over-knee stockings. They met a white mini-skirt, forming perfect “absolute territory.” Her blazer covered a pink undershirt, a large light-blue bow on her chest.

The girl in eccentric attire bowed slightly. Her smooth black hair slid down—a classic black long straight.

“I am Yin, the Dream Administrator,” she declared, her speech oddly formal. “Now, I shall guide you through this fun game!”