He began to tell the "dream" he had when he was unconscious.
After he finished speaking, he still couldn't figure it out and asked, "Is this really a dream?"
If it was a dream, how did Sunders know about the Fallen Abyss and the doll? Angor saw Sunders collecting the doll earlier.
Also, what he experienced was very real. It did not feel like a dream at all. The muddleheadedness of having his thoughts shackled, the despair of being trapped, and the discomfort of being attacked by countless negative energies, were still vivid in his mind.
It did not feel like a dream at all. It felt more like his own experience.
"It's very similar to a dream. But I think it's more appropriate to call it a Verisimilitude Space created by a Mystery item, "Sunders explained.
Verisimilitude Space? Angor didn't know what "Reality Space" meant, but Angor understood it right away. There was a branch of Illusionists called Verisimilitude.
Verisimilitude was a combination of reality and illusion, which made it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. Wizards who chose to study Verisimilitude were masters at seeing through everything and grasping people's minds.
In that case, the meaning of 'Illusory Space' was self-evident. Dreams were all illusions. Verisimilitude Space, on the other hand, was a space where one could not tell what was real and what was not. In other words, there were both illusions and reality in it.
What was real and what was fake in last night's experience?
"Truth and falsehood are relative. Since you've been there, why don't you tell me what you think?" Sunders explained in a plain tone.
Angor tried to recall what happened last night. "The world was fake, but my thoughts were real. The images that tempted me to fall were fake, but the shadow monster was real. The Fallen Abyss was fake, but the negative energy was real."
Angor paused and looked at Sunders with a questioning look.
Sunders shook his head. "I don't think you got me. You should think about what I said. "
What did Sunders say? Sunders did not say much since he woke up. So, Angor thought about it carefully. There should be some clues.
He began to recall the words in his memory and tried to make sense of them one by one.
But he did not find anything until he remembered Sunders' words. "Tell me about what you experienced last night … the Fallen Abyss."
Angor looked up. "The Fallen Abyss is real?"
Sunders neither shook nor nodded. "To be precise, what you experienced last night was fake. Only the Fallen Abyss was real.
"I don't know what you went through last night. But the Fallen Abyss … I saw it with my own eyes. I saw your consciousness being dragged into the mouth of darkness."
Angor understood. The Fallen Abyss' ultimate goal was to drag him in.
In other words, only the ultimate goal was real, and the process was all to serve this ultimate goal. It was a fake experience that evolved.
"Is it because of Professor?" Angor suddenly remembered something. "Is it because of the doll?"
"You know who it is," Sunders said. He nodded. "It's a negative energy released by the Fallen Abyss. It's trying to assimilate you. The energy is mysterious, and there is no other way to dispel it.
"So, I did some calculations and chose to release the resentment inside the doll to maintain a balance. That's how I woke you up."
His words were simple, even casual, as if it was not a big deal.
But as someone who experienced it himself, Angor could tell that it was not an easy task. Sunders' "calculations" meant that he had to have a good grasp of the overall situation. He also needed to make precise calculations to balance the negative energy released by the Fallen Abyss.
If he failed to do so, the resentment released by the doll would not only fail to maintain the balance, but it would also affect Angor and help him enter the Fallen Abyss faster.
From this, Angor could tell how terrifying Sunders was. He was not only strong, but also good at analyzing situations, precise calculations, and resolute execution.
Angor would not have made it out alive if any of these factors were missing.
Angor thanked Sunders sincerely. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have seen the light of day today."
Leon did not know how dangerous the situation was, but he knew that Angor was saved because of Sunders. He also looked at Sunders with a grateful look.
Sunders spoke in a plain tone, "I only helped you finish up the mess. You're the one who saved your life. If you hadn't used the mask to resist the Crimson Crown, you would have fallen into the Fallen Abyss. You wouldn't have had to struggle to survive. "
Angor covered his right eye with his hand.
He did not expect that the "Gospel of Mind" would become the key to saving his life.
Back in the "Illusion Space", Angor saw the green runes blocking the darkness. Perhaps it was referring to his action of activating his right eye.
But Angor was still confused. Why did the "Gospel of Mind" appear at that moment? Was it because of a wizard's intuition? Or was it because of "that person"?
Angor could not find out the answer. But at least, he was fine for now.
"So the mask created by activating my right eye has some kind of non-physical defense?" Angor muttered to himself. It seemed that he had to carry out the test earlier.
"Let's not talk about such trivial matters. After listening to your explanation, I'm pretty sure that the crown's effect is to pull people into the Abyss of Corruption," Sunders said. "It's the same as what I thought."
However, Angor didn't enter the Fallen Abyss yet, so they couldn't confirm the effect of the crown yet.
But they were sure that the Fallen Abyss was filled with negative energy. If someone's consciousness was dragged into the abyss, he or she would go crazy.
Maybe they would lose their mind just like Eureka.
Leon, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up. "If you're talking about the effect of the red light, I think I know something about it."
Angor and Sunders exchanged a glance and looked at Leon.
…
A moment later, Angor tidied up his clothes and left the room.
Leon led the way while Angor and Sunders followed behind him.
Sunders seemed to be very interested in Angor's environment. He kept observing the surroundings along the way. Angor looked at the familiar murals and corridors with a gloomy expression.
The murals were covered in dust, and the carpets in the corridors were all cracked. Some of them were even missing.
There were dark stains on the granite floor where the carpets were missing. With Angor's current eyesight, he immediately recognized the source of the dark stains — blood.
From this, he could already imagine how terrible the situation in the castle must have been.
The dust did not disappear from the upper floor. He even saw spider webs at the corners of the ceiling. Along the way, they didn't see any servants. Just as Gold Cancan had said, some of the servants were sent to Grue Town, while the others … might have met with misfortune.
Angor quickly thought of several people who were close to him when he lived in Padt Manor. He even considered them as family and friends.
Angor felt like there was something stuck in his throat. He did not know how to ask about them.
"The decorations here are quite interesting," said Sunders. "The patterns under the murals, and the strange patterns on the blue and white porcelain … they're quite unique."
Leon said, "That's the style of Old Chown's hometown. Father likes it very much, so he added it into the interior."
Sunders guessed the origin of these things. Goldspink Empire had its own unique style, but it was not too different from the mainstream ones. These decorations, on the other hand, were completely different.
Sunders' interest was piqued when he looked at the strange decorations and wondered about the "otherworldly human" he had yet to meet.
Soon, Leon led them through the corridor and arrived at an auxiliary building.
They stopped in front of a door located in the deepest part of the building.
"This looks like …" Angor stared at the door and recalled his childhood.
He was a naughty boy who liked to do rebellious things. The more adults forbade him from doing it, the more he would do it. Old Padt strictly forbade them from entering this door. Angor did not listen. The so-called "strict prohibition" simply meant that he had to go and take a look.
So, Angor sneaked in when the servants were not paying attention.
When he came in, he found that the door was actually connected to a rather large basement. There were some wine barrels that were tightly locked inside.
Angor felt bored and wanted to go back. However, the door was locked from the outside.
It was a long and silent night. Back then, Angor was still a little boy. He was shivering under the dim wall lamp and looking at the dark world beyond the light in fear.
He was so scared that monsters would jump out from the darkness. The fear lasted for an entire night.
Now that he thought about it, he felt that it was just a nightmare.
The next day, when the door was opened, he found out that it was a trap set up by his father, Old Padt, to punish his rebellious nature.
As it turned out, it worked. Since then, Angor became much more cautious.
However, he never stepped into this basement again. This place seemed to have become his little nightmare.
When he grew up and was no longer afraid of the basement, he still did not come here. He was busy taking care of Jon, who was seriously ill. Later, he left the Old Earth, and this basement never appeared in his mind again.
"This is Old Padt's wine cellar. Did you forget?" Leon winked at Angor. "You were locked up here when you were little. I was squatting at the door and heard you crying for the whole night."
Angor's expression darkened. "I didn't cry."
Leon was going to tease Angor again when he heard someone sobbing behind the door. Leon was surprised. His teasing expression slowly turned into sadness. In the end, he sighed. "Fine. You didn't cry. I misheard."
"Time to get down to business. Didn't you ask about the effect of the red light?" Leon pointed at the locked door. "The answer is inside."
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