The Vasselo.
In a luxurious secret room on the second level of the ship.
Grimm sat at a desk in the corner of the room, reading the Book of Filthy Darkness with the help of a small illumination crystal.
The Book of Filthy Darkness was indeed Grimm's soul equipment. After devouring the Book of Wisdom, it had gained an incomparably strange intelligence attribute. Grimm would now flip through the Book of Filthy Darkness every day, reading and memorizing the contents within.
Every time he flipped through it, the contents on the pages would be different.
Most of the time, it was just one or two sentences without any rhyme or reason. Sometimes, there would even be strange runes and strange incantations … After the A.I. Chip's analysis, Grimm deduced that these were fragments of high-grade knowledge.
These fragments of knowledge were all fragmented, and some were even inverted. Their order was chaotic, and there were even some special knowledge from other planes mixed within. For a regular Magus to decipher the truly useful contents was like finding a needle in a haystack. The difficulty was obvious.
However, Grimm had the help of the A.I. Chip, so he did not need to slowly decipher and analyse this messy knowledge. All he had to do was forcefully memorize it and store it in the A.I. Chip's database. As for the subsequent sorting and analysis, it was all done by the A.I. Chip.
Hence, this Book of Filthy Darkness that was like a book of hypnosis was still able to reap some benefits after a long period of perseverance.
Such a terrifying reading experience was also a form of training for his spiritual force.
Hence, for a long time after obtaining the Book of Filthy Darkness, Grimm did three things every day: meditation, reading, and experimenting with magic spells.
Many times, eating, sleeping, and entertainment were essential activities for regular humans, but high-ranked Magi could do without them. They could even go for months without eating, drinking, or sleeping, busying themselves with their mysterious and profound magic experiments.
Only when their spiritual force could no longer support it would they take a short break to recover from the fatigue accumulated in their bodies.
Many high-ranked Magi had even changed their own energy cycle, using high-purity energy crystals to replace the cumbersome and primitive eating and digestive systems.
To them, all the pleasures and happiness in the world were so insignificant that they could even be directly ignored.
The grandeur of a worldly emperor, who could behead thousands of people with a single word; the splendid and extravagant banquets, the lingering aftertaste of fine wine, the bold and unconstrained beautiful noblewomen who gently fanned themselves, the shy young girls who were as pure and cute as deer, the peerless treasures that came from every corner of the world, and the flattery and admiration of the nobles who were full of flattery …
To them, nothing was more delightful than the tiny improvements and improvements in their own witchcraft experiments.
The trajectory of their lives had already deviated from the cognitive range and height of ordinary people. They had become a group of ascetic practitioners who had a clear understanding of the world and pursued knowledge and truth.
If the middle-rank and low-rank sorcerers were just a bunch of little moles struggling in the plane world, the high-rank sorcerers had tasted the diversity of different planes, witnessed the treacherous and gorgeous outer space, and experienced the storms in the endless sea of stars. Their perspective and level of view on life, the world, and power had already surpassed the limits of the plane. They could almost be regarded as a different kind of life form from the middle-rank and low-rank sorcerers.
An ant would be overjoyed that it had found a drop of honey, but at this moment, the lion had already climbed to the top of the high cliff and let out a proud roar at this world, at the millions of weak lives that lived in it.
Different life forms, power, and patterns of life formed different lives!
Even if an ant was placed in the position of a lion, would its weak eyesight be able to see the herd of deer galloping more than ten miles away? Would its tiny strength be able to withstand the fierce wind blowing towards it? In the face of everything in front of it, would it be scared to death, or would it feel like the earth was under its control?
All of this was unknown, but at the same time, it was known!
Grimm's current achievements were partly due to the advantage of having a mind that could transcend souls, as well as the powerful assistance of the A.I. Chip. However, in the end, most of the credit was due to Grimm's strict self-discipline and strong sense of danger.
If it was anyone else, they would have long since been unable to suppress the restlessness and thirst in their hearts. They would have wanted to enjoy the feeling of being in power to their heart's content, and even more so, they would have wanted to taste the various beauties that would prostrate themselves before them …
A rank 4 Magus was already the peak of power in the plane!
If they did not enjoy it now, when would they?
Moreover, with the dazzling titles of a rank 4 Magus, a powerful being, and a legendary Magus, even the most beautiful girls or Magi would bend over to flatter you and be obedient to you … Without a strong heart and a strong will, who could resist the temptation of a thousand charms?
However, Grimm had done it.
There was a small porthole on the side of the ship, just above the desk.
It was now deep into the night, and the huge moon hanging high in the sky emitted a bright silver moonlight that shone on Grimm's body through the porthole.
For some reason, the moonlight today was a little hazy, with a trace of charm.
Grimm raised his head to look at the bright moon, and vaguely felt the aura of a law fluctuation.
Before he could react, the scenery and colours in front of him suddenly darkened. Light and shadows flickered in the cabin, and a colourful fog filled the air. Two coquettish beauties dressed in soft chiffon appeared out of thin air and began to sing and dance.
Shortly after, a beautiful and mysterious woman walked out from the depths of the fog, slowly appearing in front of Grimm.
Her face was covered with a thin veil, concealing her beautiful and coquettish appearance, only revealing a pair of deep blue eyes. A transparent rhombus-shaped crystal was embedded in her forehead, flickering with a dark and mysterious lustre.
Her body was overflowing with the strange fluctuations of the Laws that were hard to forget for a long time.
She was a Magus, a rank 4 Magus who had grasped the power of a powerful law!
How did she sneak into the Vasero?
Grimm was slightly puzzled, and he could not help but secretly look around.
Sure enough, in the entire scene, only the three mysterious witches and himself were left. Everything else was rapidly fading away and disappearing ….
The floor, the wooden table, the walls of the cabin, the large bed, the two pots of green plants in the corner … Everything became hazy, and then exploded into colourful smoke, causing the entire space to become even more hazy and illusory.
Grimm tried to call out to the A.I. Chip, but there was no response.
He immediately realized that this was no longer the original Material World, and his spiritual consciousness had been dragged into a special spiritual illusion by the other party using some kind of method.
The most suspicious thing was, of course, the strange Law Ripples that were constantly vibrating within his body!
"You must be Grimm! Sure enough, you're not afraid of death. You've already suffered such a serious injury, yet you still dare to run around … "The beautiful witch's cherry lips opened slightly. Her appearance looked gentle, but the words that came out of her mouth were exceptionally frightening," Aren't you afraid that you'll die halfway? "
Grimm scanned his surroundings, and tried to use his power a few times, but he could not even ignite a small flame. It was as if this space had been completely controlled by the enemy, and there was not even a trace of fire energy left.
However, the law of fire was not affected by spacetime and illusions. It gathered around Grimm, forming a four-coloured defensive spell.
Seeing the flames that suddenly appeared around Grimm, the beautiful Magus chuckled, "I was wondering why you were so daring. So it's because you're relying on the power of laws!"
Immediately after, her beautiful eyes swept over Grimm's body, and she could not help but exclaim in admiration, "A young Magus who has advanced for less than two hundred years is actually able to push the power of laws to such a level. Truly admirable. However, if this is all you have, I'm afraid it'll be difficult for you to walk out of this dream alive … "
"Dream?" Grimm was slightly startled.
In all honesty, he had always thought that the other party had used some sort of method to pull his consciousness into some sort of illusion. However, from the other party's words, this did not seem to be an illusion, but a dream.
Didn't that mean that he was in a dream in reality?
Grimm smiled and took a step forward. He stretched out his hands and began to summon his equipment.
In the next second, a bright light burst out, and the Book of Darkness appeared in his left hand, emitting a deep black light. However, his right hand was still empty, and there was no sign of the Flaming Coral Wizard Staff.
It seemed that this dream had isolated all of his spiritual connections with the outside world. Apart from the Book of Darkness, which was his own soul equipment, the rest of his equipment and weapons did not realize that there was something wrong with them, so they could not be materialized.
"Soul Equipment?" The beautiful Magus was stunned again, "I didn't expect you to have such a high-grade soul equipment other than the power of laws. Alright, then let's have a serious fight in this dream! "
After saying this, the beautiful Magus took a step back, and colorful fog suddenly surged around her, completely covering her body. At the same time, the two beautiful girls who were singing and dancing slowly approached Grimm, giggling.
Inexplicably, a bone-chilling murderous intent spread out from the depths of his soul …
In reality, Grim was still sitting by the wooden table, his hands holding the non-existent Book of Darkness. His eyes were dull and unfocused, and he was snoring softly from his nostrils.
The bright moon in the sky was still as beautiful as ever.
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