There was another person who shared Sunders' interest — Freud.
Freud stood on top of the Sky Tower and looked down at the city.
Buildings of different heights intersected with each other, and people the size of ants could be seen going in and out of each building. The Ocean Theater in the distance seemed to be in the middle of a performance, and beautiful music could be heard even from such a distance.
The first impression anyone would have of First Heart City would be that it was undeniably prosperous.
Freud, on the other hand, had spent a lot of time in this city. He knew how fragile this city was behind all of its prosperity. The city was fragile in many ways, such as the cultural heritage, the living environment, and even the trees on the roadside were all dyed wood carvings.
It was also because First Heart City had just been established, and the people who came were still adapting to the pace of life, so many flaws were deliberately ignored. However, as time went by, these hidden problems would be brought to the surface along with the tide of public opinion.
He could still maintain this facade for now, but how long could this facade last?
Freud was worried about this.
This included the City Lord of Monroe. Because of her high position, she had already seen through some of the truth. She would often hesitate to speak in front of Freud. Of course, Freud knew what was going on. However, Freud didn't have a way to solve the problems that needed to be solved in the first place.
"Let's hope this can change today." Freud looked into the distance. If Angor could acquire the core authority today, he might be able to solve the problem.
After all, the problem in Foundation City was the root of the problem. It was the incomplete law of the dream wasteland.
Would Angor be able to acquire the core authority by using the Scroll of Luck? What would be the core authority that he would obtain?
While both Sunders and Freud were trying to figure out what 'Authority' was, the person they were looking at was currently unconscious.
In other words, he was unconscious.
His coma lasted for two days. Originally, his good friend had a few matches in the next two days, and he was prepared to watch them. However, because of this sudden incident, his plans were put on hold.
When he woke up, it was already the morning of the third day.
The first person Angor saw after opening his eyes was Sunders. Sunders was standing beside the main Nightmare Domain, trying to figure out how it worked.
"You're awake?" Sunders looked at Angor and asked, "You're awake?"
Angor's head was still dizzy. He felt like he was floating in the clouds. Everything was floating in the air without a fixed position. Sunders called his name, and Angor's eyes finally regained their focus.
"I'm awake." Angor supported himself with both hands and tried to sit up.
"How do you feel now?"
Angor rubbed his forehead. "A little dizzy. My mind feels like glue. I can't focus."
"Your body in the real world is bleeding from your eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Maybe it's affecting your condition in the dream wasteland."
My eyes, ears, mouth, and nose? Angor looked up.. "Really? I'm going to suffer when I get out? "
He mumbled the last sentence, but Sunders still heard it clearly. He chuckled. "You're still thinking about going out and getting tortured? If I hadn't treated you at that time, you might not have been able to make it out of the dream wilderness. "
Angor sat up with a pale face. "I didn't think it would be so difficult."
Every time he recalled the excruciating pain he felt before he fainted, he could feel chills running down his spine. If he knew it would be so difficult, he wouldn't have left his body in the real world so defenseless.
Sunders looked at Angor's terrified expression and muttered, "Behind your luck, there's an unbearable price to pay."
Sunders didn't say it out loud, but Angor knew what he was talking about.
Trying to obtain something beyond one's capability at an inappropriate time wasn't luck at all. It could be a nightmare wearing the skin of luck.
"Before I fused with the Authority, I still didn't consider everything thoroughly. Trying to learn the core power of a Nightmare Domain like the dream wasteland is going to cost me a lot. "Angor sighed.
That was exactly what Sunders was trying to say. But Angor's words …
"So you're saying you gave up halfway because you didn't succeed?" Sunders asked.
Angor didn't know what to say. He was about to nod when he suddenly remembered something.
Just as he was about to fuse his Authority and reach his limit of pain, the green patterns around his body began to glow with a strange light. The previously untamed specks of light within his body slowly lowered themselves under this light before finally being absorbed into his body.
Did he succeed? Angor looked at the image and realized that he didn't give up halfway.
However, his success was also a fluke. Under normal circumstances, this Authority would definitely exceed his current limit. If it wasn't for the Green Vein, he would have either died here or chosen to give up in an unbearable situation.
Thinking about this, Angor felt a little lucky. Now he finally understood why Granny Fingernail kept telling him that the Scroll of Luck wasn't always good luck.
"Don't worry. Such a large Nightmare Domain must have more than one core authority. Giving one back to the dream wasteland isn't a big deal." Sunders tried to comfort Angor when he saw Angor's expression. He thought Angor had really failed.
Angor shook his head. "I've suffered so much. Why would I give up halfway?"
Sunders raised an eyebrow. "You mean you did it?"
Angor nodded. "Yes, I did."
Sunders sighed in relief. He didn't mind losing one core power, but it was about the dream wasteland after all. It would be better if he could fully control it.
Sunders didn't ask how Angor succeeded. He went straight to the point. "So, what's the power you gained this time? Is it a core power? "
"I just woke up and didn't have time to study it. Let me see." Angor sank into his thoughts.
He felt dizzy and confused. Now that he calmed down, he noticed that there was a lot of information in his head. There was so much information that Angor couldn't understand it all at once. It was the sheer amount of information that made him feel dizzy.
Angor tried to read some of it, but he couldn't understand anything.
It was like a stone tablet full of words that had been splashed with ink. Most of the places were pitch-black. If one wanted to find out what was recorded on the stone tablet, one would have to remove the ink bit by bit.
But how to get rid of the "ink"? Angor didn't know. Maybe he needed time to figure it out. Or maybe he wasn't strong enough? After all, this was most likely a core power, and he wasn't strong enough to use it yet. Forcing himself to do so would result in some parts of the power being hidden?
However, although a part of it was covered up, there was still some information that could be found.
Angor read everything he could find and finally found an answer to his question.
The power he gained this time was indeed a core power.
Maybe it wasn't just a core power. It was a fundamental law.
For example, in Angor's opinion, the power in the dream wasteland was fake because it couldn't really affect reality. It was like a simulator that simulated the laws of reality.
But the powers in reality, including Angor's sequence of gravity, could all be called laws. There were too many of these laws. Countless laws formed a complete world.
Wizards called the power that controlled all the laws "origin." Or rather, the world's consciousness.
Angor's core power was similar to the world's consciousness.
Its name was —
"Tree of Authority".
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