"Clang!" Lin Ru woke up from her sleep with a clear sound like a large bell. She opened her eyes.
He first confirmed that he was not in the land of mystery, at least not in his home. Judging from the feeling, it was like he was in the world of his Dream Tower, but the scene in front of him was different from before.
In the original world of the Dream Tower, other than the lonely five-story Magic Tower, there was only a bright starry sky, covering up, down, left, and right in all directions. It was so bright that ordinary people might get sick of it after taking a second look at it. Only a certain astronomy fanatic would look at the sky since he was young, dreaming of connecting the stars in the sky like the ancient Greeks and making up some sentimental and popular stories.
But now, this starry sky was like a big dye vat that had been broken. There were all kinds of colors, and even the monotonous starlight was dyed with a variety of colors. However, it wasn't a colorful scene. Instead, it was a terrible scene. It was like an art class in elementary school, and in the end, the color palette was washed to the color of feces.
The Magic Tower in the middle was operating with difficulty. In the past, all the nightmares or demons that mistakenly entered this world would die tragically from the white rays of destruction emitted by the seemingly endless starlight. Then, the remains would be turned into the most basic bricks and wood, filling the gaps of this Magic Tower or building new equipment. Perhaps most of it was wasted, but it was free anyway, so it was not a heartache.
But this time, the situation was different from the last time when Walder was advancing in the World Tree, when a certain someone was impacted by the tide of dimensional energy and played three-dimensional Tetris in the dream. That time, although they had arrived quickly and urgently, this time, they had rushed into this world in one breath, directly causing the entire place to collapse.
It was like water was a good thing as long as it was obediently in rivers, streams, pipes, swimming pools, and drinking fountains. But if there was so much water that it overflowed the embankment and flooded one or two stories in one breath, the water would become a disaster.
Only the Dream Magic Tower was still trying to find a thread from this mess to extract this chaotic energy and turn it into the base material for the construction of the tower. However, that speed was like a flood that drowned the entire city. It was completely useless to rely on a small household pump to pump the water into the river that was already higher than the dam.
However, a certain someone knew very well that the key to waking him up in this world was not this magic tower that was running to death, but the multi-layered magic array in the sky. That was the core formation of the World Tree. It could convert all kinds of energy into nutrients to sustain its survival and growth. It was so large that it far exceeded the size of the Dream Tower.
He recognized this magic array because he had spied on their secrets when he was assisting the World Tree, Wadwal, and Lahti of the Paiat Haimei Kingdom. The two trees probably didn't know that their most private parts were exposed to someone.
At the very least, Lin had never obtained similar knowledge from other books, mages, or archdruids. It wasn't something that the World Tree directly opened up for people to see. Therefore, a certain someone had always enjoyed the pleasure of being a peeping tom.
However, the magic array before him was far more complex than the two he had seen before. If it weren't for the fact that the basic structure was very similar, a certain someone wouldn't have dared to confirm that it wasn't that thing. In other words, there was a higher-ranking member of the Turtledove Alliance who was helping him compared to the young Wadwal and the stunted Lahti? Moreover, it suppressed nearly one-third of the chaotic energy in one go.
Suddenly, another chime that was no less loud than the one that woke him up sounded. It was melodious and echoed in this seemingly boundless space.
Another multi-layered magic array that was not inferior to the one in the sky occupied another part of the night sky. At the same time, it suppressed one-third of the chaotic energy.
The two magic arrays were of the same scale, but they seemed to be on the outside and inside of each other. One swallowed while the other spat out, cooperating perfectly.
With these two magic arrays as the beginning, metal sounds continuously sounded. Some were sharp, some were low, some were loud, and some were soft. The multilayered magic arrays that appeared next also varied in scale. Some were large, some were small, and some were large. In the end, there were a total of 21 magic arrays. Not only did they suppress all the chaotic energy, but they even began to convert and clean up this part of the world.
The method of cleaning was also very special. It wasn't like adding bricks and tiles to that lonely magic tower. Instead, it was like spinning the colorful energy that resembled feces and smelly gutters into silk threads. The multi-layered magic arrays of different scales could produce different amounts of silk threads. Basically, the larger the magic array, the more silk threads it could produce at the same time.
The eight different colored silk threads gathered in the same place and separated into latitude and longitude. Some were like shuttles, while others were like jacquards. It was as if an invisible jacquard machine was operating, weaving a piece of cloth that contained a certain law.
The weaving speed was very fast. The woven cloth would be turned left and right and rolled into a cylinder. Then, it would be coiled into a ball at the bottom. After a ball was coiled, it would go down a layer. Layers after layers of wrapping made the ball bigger and bigger. After a while, the Dream World became much clearer, and the chaotic feces energy also became thinner.
He thought that things would end like this, but he didn't expect that the chaotic energy that was almost completely destroyed would suddenly expand and fill every visible place. It was even denser than what a certain someone saw when he woke up.
The 21 multi-layered magic arrays were still operating, but it was obvious that the number of silk threads produced had decreased by a lot. There were also a few smaller magic arrays that simply stopped producing silk threads. The magic arrays that were originally operating in circles were even showing signs of reversing the flow of energy.
The five-story magic tower, which had been showing signs of weakness and difficulty before, also joined the ranks of suppression and silk reeling before the crisis was averted. Although it didn't look like it was going to swallow all the chaotic energy in one go at the beginning, it was still proceeding in an orderly manner.
Even the magic arrays that had been forced to stop were restored to normal operation. The number of silk threads produced was less, but the operation was very smooth. There was no longer a sense of sluggishness and obscurity.
If one observed carefully, they would also find an abnormal phenomenon. The five-story magic tower in the Dream World not only swallowed the chaotic energy and turned it into silk threads, but even the foundation that built the tower gradually faded and dissipated, becoming part of the silk threads and finally weaving into a ball.
"What are you thinking about?" The fat otaku incarnation appeared behind a certain someone and asked.
Lin looked back, and the skinny incarnation wearing a high school uniform stood on the other side. "I'm thinking about how likely it is that this is the thing I guessed it to be."
The three of us looked up at the same time. Although there were eight colors of silk threads, no one could tell what kind of pattern the invisible jacquard machine was weaving, or what order the jacquard was weaving in. Only the finished product of the cloth was being woven continuously and then coiled into the ball that a certain someone guessed to be a "divine spark."
If one stared at the ball, it seemed to be condensing a set of unique combinations from countless possibilities, and it would keep repeating. Lin checked the divine power of the God of Plague that cursed him back then, as well as the divine power of the Three Gods of Mystery, Fate, and Guardian that he secretly recorded later by chance.
"But the question is, what concept should we use to condense the divine spark?"
The three of us looked at each other.
"Gossip!" The fat otaku incarnation clenched his fist and shouted, as if he was going to make the final decision.
"But why is there a high chance that the gossip you mentioned and the gossip I thought of are not the same gossip?" The original Lin asked suspiciously.
The fat otaku incarnation chuckled and didn't answer such a question. The three of us all had the same thought. The God of Gossip could be expanded to include: peeping, stalking, eavesdropping, far-fetched speculation, exaggerating, and then making a bunch of paparazzi into heroic spirits.
This way, he would be guaranteed to be the most hated existence in the Six Realms Three Realms. He would be the kind of existence that would be beaten to death every time he saw him. He would probably be more popular than a rat crossing the street.
The original Lin shivered and said with a trembling voice, "If you want to die, just kill yourself. Why find all kinds of fancy ways to die? "
"Then tell me, what kind of divine spark should we condense?" The fat otaku asked in return. But the one who answered was the chuunibyou incarnation, "Perhaps before thinking about that kind of thing, we should consider a question first."
The three of them were all themselves, so they were all aware of this question, but they just didn't say it out loud. That was: Was it necessary to condense the divine spark?
Before today, they had never made such preparations. It could be said that the scene in front of them was the result of being forced to do something beyond their abilities. Especially what kind of concept could represent them, this was a question that they had never thought about before. And it was obvious that they had no choice but to think about it, and they didn't have the time to think about it.
In this situation, if they were to find a direction and jump down in a hurry, would they be able to change it in the future? After building the divine spark with the first concept, would there still be room for improvement in the future?
Because they were not prepared, and they didn't even have the so-called belief. How much power could they condense from a concept that they didn't even believe in, or didn't firmly believe in?
The path of becoming a God through 'science' seemed to be very attractive. But would they dare to say that they were the best in the world of science? If they called themselves that in the land of mystery, they would just be picking a general among the dwarves. In fact, when they returned to the environment on Earth, they were nothing in front of the group of truly amazing people. Since they didn't have the confidence to look down on the heroes, how could they reach the top with this concept?
It could be imagined that even if they managed to condense a divine spark now, it would only be the lowest level of weak divine power.
As for the actual Gods, Lin had, of course, studied them after coming to the land of mystery. The most important thing was to understand the public history of the Gods, as well as to understand who they could offend and who they couldn't. However, the conclusion was that they were related to the Gods, so it was best not to offend them if possible.
But the division between weak divine power, intermediate divine power, and great divine power was like an insurmountable gap. No God had climbed all the way from weak to powerful. It could also be that the history of the new God system in the land of mystery wasn't long, so there were no such examples.
More importantly, was he going to be bound by such power? The divine spark that represented a concept was the pinnacle of this concept system, but it was also a cage that restricted the existence of this position.
The three of them looked at each other and came to a conclusion: "It's better to be the head of a chicken than the back of a cow!"
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