In other words, he still needed to obtain an Authority that could construct the power system of the Dream Wasteland and fill in the missing corner of the closed loop. Only then could he truly complete the transformation of the "Energy Level Limitation".
But what exactly was this authority? He didn't know yet.
"Professor, you can take in another authority, right?" Angor asked. Back when he was still an apprentice, he already took in two authorities. Now, Sunders only had one, which meant he had yet to reach the upper limit.
"Yes, I think so."
"Should we try again?" Angor suggested. He wanted to see if he could fix the missing part.
Angor believed that he could take in another authority, but his body was still half-crippled in the real world, so he had to rely on Sunders for now.
Sunders nodded in agreement. He also hoped that he could use the "limit" as soon as possible.
With that settled, they returned to the Nightmare Domain's main body.
This time, Angor and Freud came with them.
Apart from himself and Sunders, Freud was the only one who was qualified to accept such a thing. This time, he brought Freud with him so that he could fuse an authority as well.
"You first, professor?" Angor asked.
Sunders pressed his forehead. "I just took in one authority, and there's still a lot of information flowing in my mind. Freud will go first."
Even if the power of the dream wasteland was only a 'pseudo' power, this power was compatible with such a vast world. The violent flow of information into the mind was not something that could be processed in a short time. Angor understood Sunders' intention.
"You're coming?" Angor looked at Freud.
Freud nodded nervously and took a step forward. He stared at the floating orb in front of him. So this is the Nightmare Domain's main body Angor mentioned many times?
The orb didn't look special at all. Instead, it was the green vines that wrapped around the orb that gave it a strange look. There seemed to be some kind of green liquid flowing inside the vines.
"Have you thought about what kind of authority you want?" Angor looked at Freud.
Angor already knew the most important authority, and the one that could grant him "unlimited alchemy" was already reserved by Sunders. Angor didn't really want any authority right now, so he decided to let Freud choose.
Freud used to be a Dream Manipulator apprentice, and he spent a lot more time in the dream wasteland than Angor did. His books were filled with books about the dream wasteland, and they were all about it. Freud must have his own ideas about the wasteland's authority.
"The power to defend against evil creatures?" Freud blurted out without hesitation.
Angor frowned. "Evil creatures? If we can make up for the closed loop of "Energy Level Limitation", we should have the power to deal with evil creatures. Moreover, I have some suggestions regarding defense and countermeasures against evil creatures. I'll tell you in detail later. "
Angor considered for a moment. "More importantly, the Evil Mist only harms the residents of the Dream Realm, but it's beneficial to the dream wasteland. I don't think there's any way to stop it."
Angor gave Freud a doubtful look. He now doubted whether Freud had the right to choose.
In fact, Freud regretted it the moment he blurted it out. He had already thought of the same thing.
"Shall I choose another one?" Freud looked at Angor shamelessly.
Angor nodded and left the choice to Freud.
This time, Freud took a long time to think. He knew that he wouldn't choose powers that were too close to the core. Instead, he would choose powers that were closer to the periphery of the core.
Angor didn't know what Freud was thinking. Even if he did, he wouldn't care. He had already obtained the tree of authority, so even if Freud got a more important authority, he wouldn't be dissatisfied. Instead, he would be happy.
Freud looked at the misty sky and finally made up his mind. "Weather. Change the weather."
"Change the weather?" Angor was a little surprised by Freud's choice. Freud's choice seemed to be too far away from the list. In his opinion, it should be one of the less important powers.
"The dream wasteland is always covered in fog. Maybe it'll be better for the people who live here," Freud said. "When I'm done with my business, I'll see the gray sky on my balcony and feel like I'm living in the Abyss Plane. I'm sure the mortals who live here will feel depressed too. "
Freud's words reminded Angor of something.
There was once when he went to the Ocean Theater to look for Jon. At that time, Jon was teaching a group of brats about piano. He was teaching a lively piece called "Mark of the Rain". This piano piece described the scene of a starry night when a drizzle suddenly fell. Between the pitter-patter, there was the rhythm of the raindrops, and the rhythm was soothing and peaceful. It was very beautiful.
Angor stood outside the door and listened to Jon's perfect performance.
When Angor was about to open the door, he heard a young voice speaking to Jon.
"It's called 'Mark of Rain'. But I haven't seen any rain since I came here. I almost forgot what it feels like. "
Back then, Angor didn't think too much about it. But now, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
When Angor visited the "Padt Manor" in Foundation City, he saw Head Maid Mana sewing a doll. "Is that a snowman's doll?" Maid Olga looked at it and asked, "Is that a snowman's doll? Wearing a red hat and adding a long nose would be even better. " Olga sighed. "It's nice to keep the temperature here, but I still miss the snowy days. I wonder if I'll ever have a chance to build a snowman again."
Angor couldn't feel anything because he was running between the dream and reality. On the other hand, the citizens of First Heart lived under the gloomy sky all year round. Perhaps it was just as Freud said: they would slowly sink into a vortex of depression.
Still, when it came to controlling the weather, he didn't think it was a priority at all.
"Are you sure you want the power to change the weather?" Lucien asked again.
"Yes." Freud nodded.
"You can consider something more important," Angor muttered in a low voice. "You should consider something more important."
But since Freud said so, Angor decided to respect his opinion. He summoned his Nightmare Domain and prepared to remove the power.
On the other hand, when Sanders heard that Freud wanted to change the weather, he frowned and raised his head, trying to say something. However, Angor had already activated the Scroll of Luck, so Sunders didn't say anything. Still, he kept staring at Freud with a frown.
Freud took a deep breath when the light spots fell away from the Nightmare Domain. He knew the fusion was the next step.
Angor already told him about the possible consequences, and Freud was prepared to bear all the consequences, including the dizziness.
But Freud didn't expect the pain to be so great. It was beyond his tolerance.
Freud let out a blood-curdling scream.
Angor watched Freud rolling on the ground with tears and snot all over his face. At first, he thought it was a good show since he had never seen anything like this from Sunders. But as time went by, Angor's expression grew more serious as he realized something was wrong.
Freud's skin began to turn red, and his body began to expand and shrink.
It was as if he was going to explode at any moment.
"What's going on?" Angor frowned. He didn't think the power to change the weather should be this bad.
"Is this a side effect of the Scroll of Luck?" Did something go wrong with the Luck Scroll? Was it not the power to change the weather this time?
Sunders, who had been watching Freud all this time, finally spoke up. "So it's true."
Angor looked at Sunders again, hoping to get some information from him.
"Tell him to give up," Sunders said. "He can't control the power right now."
Sunders explained, "If he doesn't give up now, he'll explode in the next second. Since he can't control the power, just give it back to the dream wasteland.
"If it's really the power to change the weather, I don't mind giving it back to the dream wasteland. There's always a limit to one's power.
Sunders didn't explain the reason, but Angor knew that Freud would die if he insisted.
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