"I heard the mentalists will be joining us today?" one of the dream citizens inquired.
"Yeah. If not, the corresponding city in the real world will suffer."
"What can they do? All of them are weak. Can they even help us?" a snake dream citizen sneered.
"Well, certainly they can. Look around; the participating dream citizens increased due to them lowering the tax."
Philip, in his dog form adorned in a black tuxedo that concealed something awkwardly bulging inside his chest, stealthily mingled with the citizens and eavesdropped on their conversations.
"I wish I could slay a monster that could grant me a psychic orb. If it proves useful, I'd hire a crafter; otherwise, I'll just sell it," expressed a cockroach dream citizen clad in knight armor.
A pink pig in a formal white suit retorted, "As if you could defeat a monster! You only possess one psychic ability. Even if you managed the final blow, I bet someone could snatch the orb before you."