Apart from Jebra, Keely also mentioned a few other contestants she cared about.
They were "Philosopher" Onassis, "Phantom Deer" Tromm, and "Cold-Eyed Cat" Nohek.
He had heard of two of them before. One was Onassis, and the other was Nohek.
From Keely's words, she was confused about Onassis. She had gone to watch Onassis' matches, but she couldn't understand every single one of them, so she was very concerned.
Keely didn't say it out loud, but Angor could tell that Keely didn't like Ye Heche. Moreover, Luna, who was sleeping on Angor's legs, reacted the most when Nohek was mentioned.
This was the first time Angor saw Luna's hair standing on end outside of a battle. In his lazy eyes, there was a rare flash of anger.
Seeing Luna's reaction, Angor could not help but wonder if Yeh did something to Luna.
As for "Phantom Deer" Tromm, Keely did not mention him much. She only mentioned that he was a strong opponent.
Among the three contestants, Keely cared about the "Philosopher" the most.
According to Keely's description, none of the contestants had figured out how Onassis had defeated his opponent. If Onassis's methods were not properly deciphered, she would probably lose if she encountered Onassis.
Seeing Keely's serious look, Angor felt a little interested in this "philosopher".
He checked the list and decided to check when the Philosopher's next match would be. If he had time, he would go and check it out.
However, when he found the Philosopher, he saw that he had already won seven matches in a row. He only had one last match left in the semifinals, and it would be tomorrow at dawn.
According to Primal, Angor still needed to work on the Amoeba skin and the Scroll of Luck, so he would not be able to watch the Philosopher's match.
Angor felt a little disappointed. He would have to wait for the final match and the final match.
After saying goodbye to Keely, Angor returned to his manor.
He asked Greya to take care of Toby and entered a secret chamber alone to prepare for the skin transplant.
…
There were no stars in the night sky. The moon was also covered by thick clouds, and the world was completely dark.
A girl of about ten years old ran through the forest to the coast in a panic. She was wearing a tattered dress and running barefoot on the beach. However, she tripped over a shell after a few steps.
Not only did he fall to the ground, but there was also a cut on his calf.
The girl gasped, and her expression showed obvious pain.
Just then, a rustling sound came from the forest behind her. The girl turned around, her eyes wide open and her face full of panic.
"Oh no, they're coming. I have to leave this place. I have to find my mother …" The girl slowly stood up on the blood-stained sand.
He wanted to drag his injured foot and continue running forward.
However, after running for less than ten meters, she fell again. This time, it was not because she tripped, but because someone threw a stone from the direction of the forest and hit her ankle, causing her to lose her balance and fall.
As she fell, a scarecrow with a crooked neck hopped out of the forest.
"You can't run away until you finish all the games on Toy Island," the scarecrow spoke in a buzzing voice.
The girl showed a helpless expression. "No, I have to go home. I have to find my mother …"
"No, you have to come with me. Children should play with toys. Everything else should be put aside." The scarecrow hopped toward the girl.
The girl collapsed on the ground and kept backing away. The damp sea breeze messed up her hair, which made her look even more miserable.
"It's not like this. Didn't the books say that Toy Island is a paradise? Why is it like this?"
"Of course it is. You'll understand if you keep experiencing it."
"I don't want to. I saw it. You dismembered those people. The puppets were crying. They shed tears of blood. They're not toys. They're people!"
The scarecrow's seductive voice suddenly changed. "So you already saw it … Then we have no choice but to take you back to the toy pool and make you one of us. Do you want to be an eyeless doll or a headless doll?"
The curtain of darkness was torn apart, revealing Greya's expressionless face.
Greya yawned and closed the strange box in her hand.
"What the hell is this thing? It's neither fish nor fowl. It's nothing compared to Angor's alchemy illusions," Greya complained.
The scenes she saw just now were actually caused by something called a "Drama Box".
When Greya went to the main city during the day, she happened to see a popular alchemy shop selling this item. According to the shop owner, these "Drama Boxes" were created by Angor as a special type of theater equipment. The alchemist who attended Angor's class made the same thing by imitating the alchemist's alchemy.
They went on sale yesterday, and they were very popular.
Greya also saw a large number of apprentices trying to buy them. The shop owner didn't mention Angor's name, but he was definitely the center of attention.
The so-called drama box looked very similar to the Shadow of the Cage. It could be seen that what the shop owner said was partly true. The creator must have seen the Shadow of the Cage.
Greya had seen the "Cage of Shadow" before, and she had to admit that it was a very interesting experience. However, she didn't like the story of the "Cage of Shadow".
This was why Greya was quite curious when she saw the box.
She walked inside and saw a variety of stories. The most popular one among women was "The Saintess' 12 Knights", while the most popular one among men was "Phantom of Fog City".
Greya picked a popular fairy tale based on her preference, "The Bloody Nightmare of Toy Island".
She was looking forward to it, but the more she watched, the more bored she became.
This illusion was definitely not created by a real Illusion Wizard. It was probably a cross-element Wizard, and from the looks of it, the Wizard had only been practicing illusions for a short time. The illusion was full of loopholes. Greya was a perfectionist, and she couldn't help but freak out.
Her hair was dancing in the sea breeze, and a few strands of hair brushed past her lips. Together with the girl's crystal-clear tears, it was a beautiful picture … But! You have to follow a basic logic! Her hair only brushed past her lips, not stopped there. That's not saliva coming out of the girl's mouth. It's glue, right? She can stay there for half an hour?!
Also, your hair is dancing, which means the wind is strong. Why is your dress not moving at all? Is it made of iron?
Greya really didn't know how to comment on this illogical scene. It would be fine if there was only one spot. But there were more than one! Greya couldn't feel any more immersive.
The changing of the camera and the scene was completely different from the "Cage of Shadow".
The story was "The Bloody Nightmare of Toy Island", but the storytelling ability was completely different from the illusion itself.
If Greya didn't read "The Bloody Nightmare of Toy Island" before, she probably wouldn't understand the story at all.
Of course, it wasn't without its merits. A real drama would not be able to use such a grand setting. But other than that, Greya couldn't see anything artistic.
And it ruined one of her favorite fairy tales.
Greya was pissed. She wished she could go to Angor right now and show him what he had taught her.
But Angor was in the middle of an important Amoeba skin transplant, so Greya held back her urge.
While Greya was feeling frustrated, Butler Number One greeted her from outside the hall, "Welcome, Master."
Greya looked up and saw Sunders pushing the door open and entering the room.
Since Horus came to Floating Mech City, Sunders mostly stayed at Brute Cavern's outpost. He rarely showed up in the manor. Greya narrowed her eyes and approached him. It was rare to see Greya here.
"I have an alchemy illusion here. Do you want to take a look?" Greya opened her hand and showed Sunders a "drama box".
Greya did not mention that Angor was not the one who made the box. She wanted Sunders to think that Angor was the one who made the box. Then, with Sunders' knowledge as a "Phantom Master", he would be able to find any flaws in the illusion, which would be very interesting.
Sunders glanced at the box and said, "Angor didn't make it."
"Huh?" Greya didn't understand how Sunders saw through her so easily.
"He wouldn't use such expensive materials to make an illusion. It's a waste."
Despite that, Sunders still took the box and asked about its origin.
Greya shrugged. "Someone must have learned about it during his class. It's not bad. You sure you don't want to watch it?"
After some consideration, Sunders opened the box and watched the whole thing.
Greya looked at Sunders expectantly, but the man didn't react at all. "Not bad," he muttered after a moment of consideration.
Greya: "???"
"If the audience is an ordinary apprentice, they won't find anything wrong with it. Plus, there's still room for improvement, "Sunders pointed out.
Greya didn't know what to say. She felt like she had tricked herself. She watched the whole thing again just to show it to Sunders.
Sunders meant it as a compliment. No artistic expression could reach great heights in a short time.
Maybe the crafting wasn't that good, but the "drama box" opened a new door in the field of artistic expression. There would be more opportunities in the future.
Greya didn't like it because of her preconceived ideas. If she looked at it from a long-term perspective, she wouldn't feel so bad.
Sunders was quite optimistic about the future.
He handed the box back to Greya and changed the topic. "By the way, where's Angor now?"
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