"… And that's about the rules of the immersive livestream."
After explaining the rules, Angor stretched his body and walked toward a door in the distance.
"I think you've seen everything in this room by now. I don't think the Wood Spirit is here. Let's keep moving. "
"Sir, are we going to follow you?" Vaey asked as he looked at Angor's back.
"Yes." Angor nodded.
"Can you handle it, sir?" Vaey asked worriedly. He already felt that it would take a lot of calculations just to restore the illusion in this room. Angor had to lead them while simulating the illusions. Just the thought of it was going to cost him a lot of computing power.
Angor was younger than him. Could he really handle such a huge consumption of power?
"Yes, sir." Angor nodded. Vaey's thoughts were written all over his face, so Angor could guess what he was thinking.
"Don't worry." Angor considered for a moment and explained, "There's a term in the field of Illusions called 'Illusion Logic'.
"If you want to confuse someone, you first have to determine the type of illusion, such as Restore, Recreate, Induce, Bewitch, and so on. Next, you have to create a self-consistent logic chain. This chain will allow the illusion to develop in a self-consistent direction according to a set path. And this independent development is the logic of illusions. "
"As long as the illusion logic is fixed at the beginning, it will gradually become self-consistent, and it will greatly reduce the caster's consumption.
"As we move forward, we're actually completing the logic chain. As we move forward, the self-consistency will become faster and faster, and the consumption will gradually decrease."
Of course, Angor was talking about the most ideal situation. He did not mention the biggest obstacle of Illusion Logic.
Variables.
When an Illusion Logic encountered a variable that exceeded its limit, it would stop evolving, and the logic chain would be broken.
For example, illusions generally weren't afraid of elemental spells, because illusions relied on "confusion", while elemental spells needed a "target". If you couldn't locate your target due to confusion, then elemental spells would be useless.
However, nothing was absolute. If an elemental spell reached a level where even the logic of illusions wouldn't be able to conceal it, such as large-scale destruction or rapid destruction of a single point, then all sorts of unknown variables would be created. If there were too many unknown variables, then the logic of the spell would be broken, and the illusion would naturally be dispelled.
This was also why elementium adepts would usually choose to attack indiscriminately in a large area if they were caught in an illusion. Because this would create a lot of variables.
The number of variables an adept could tolerate in the logic of illusions was also one of the criteria to measure the power of illusions.
Angor did not mention it because the variables he could bear were already terrifying. In fact, even he himself did not know how many variables he could endure because he could not test the limit.
As for why he could handle so many variables, it was because of the stability of his nightmare energy, and also because of the dream wasteland.
The essence of a "world", or rather, the bottom layer beneath its ostentatious appearance, was its logic.
To put it bluntly, a world was made up of countless kinds of logic.
The dream wasteland wasn't a world yet, but it was already showing signs of becoming one. There were countless living beings, plants, and variables that were constantly changing.
Angor usually didn't care about these variables at all. But when he encountered a situation where he had to bear the brunt of the change, the dream wilderness became his greatest support.
As long as he was the controller of the dream wasteland, he would be able to handle more variables than other illusionist wizards of the same level, or even higher.
As the dream wasteland continued to improve, so would Angor's ability to handle more variables.
It could be said that this was a unique inheritance of the Phantom Island. A Nightmare Domain could be used not only for combat, but also to evolve variables. Every Phantom Island branch had a Nightmare Domain, and Angor's dream wasteland was the most powerful of them all.
"I see. And here I thought you'd get better as we keep going," Vaey scratched his head in embarrassment.
"The environment won't consume too much computing power," Angor said. "But if you have to physically touch everything you see along the way, I'll have to use a lot of computing power.
"So, if you don't find anything special, try not to touch it casually."
Angor looked at Karel. "Of course, you're an exception. But you're not like them. They're illusions, so they don't have to worry about traps. But you need to be careful. "
Karel nodded. "I know."
"By the way, the space here is very chaotic. You need to pay attention to the space rifts around you."
Space rifts were less destructive than traps that had been around for tens of thousands of years. As for the space rifts … Kael was a space manipulator himself. Even if he couldn't fight well, he still had the knowledge of the academy. He would be able to detect any changes in space energy as soon as they appeared.
With that, Angor walked to the open door.
Angor once came to this place when he was in Nether City in the Nightmare Realm. He remembered there was a small room behind the door, followed by a flight of stairs leading upward.
This was the zeroth floor. It would take him a while to reach the first floor.
When he opened the door, he paused for a second and narrowed his eyes.
Now he knew why Count Black told him to prepare a record. The zeroth floor was already broken.
This was originally a wooden room, but now, there were only pieces of broken wooden planks floating in the dark void.
These wooden planks would sometimes separate and sometimes close together, making planar movements over short distances. Overall, they looked like floating objects on the surface of the water. The floating objects were tied up by ropes, which prevented them from drifting too far away. The planks were also held in place by a magic array, which prevented them from drifting too far away.
It looked scary, but as long as one didn't step on empty air, they would be fine.
The planks kept moving, which reminded Angor of the levels in some mini-games he saw in his hologram tablet. One had to find the right time to jump on them to clear the level.
Normal people might need to be more careful. But for Angor and Karel, it wasn't difficult at all. They didn't even need to step on the planks to reach the platform on the other side.
Angor remembered that this platform was supposed to be a buffer between the room and the stairs. There should be candles here. But now, the walls were all gone, let alone the candles.
Luckily, the stairs at the end of the platform weren't completely destroyed. Still, it was only relatively intact. The stairs were supposed to be an enclosed space like a tomb, which was dark, narrow, and long. But now, the ceiling and walls of the stairs were all gone.
There was only one lonely staircase leading to the unknown void.
Angor couldn't help but sigh when he saw how different this place was compared to the Stairs of Hanging Prison in the Nightmare Realm. He could already imagine how terrible the void storm must have been.
"Let's go upstairs. I don't think the Wood Spirit is here, "Angor said to Karel.
Karel nodded and looked around. The platform was empty, and the floating planks didn't look strange either. There was almost no chance of the Wood Spirit being here.
Before Karel could follow Angor up the stairs, he heard someone screaming behind him.
Karel jumped in fright. He thought he was being attacked, so he quickly put up a defensive stance.
But when he looked back, he saw that it was Wai who stepped on the plank and fell into the dark void. It was Wai who screamed.
"Sir, he —" Kael wanted to ask why Wai fell into the void as an illusion. But before he could say anything, Wai walked back through the door on the other side.
Kael's eyes widened. "Didn't … didn't he fall down?"
Not only Kael, but the others also looked at Vale curiously.
Dorcas even began to taunt Wai. "You can't even step on a plank. You should just stay at home from now on."
Wai didn't dare to retort in front of the Wise Lord. He didn't want the Wise Lord to notice something. So he pretended to be innocent. "I thought the plank might help you, sir, so I didn't step on it. Who knew I'd fall down. "
The Dark Earl asked, "Then how did you come back?"
Wa Yi scratched his head. "I don't know what happened, but after I fell, everything went black. I saw the word 'death' appear in front of me, and below it was a white skull."
I thought I was dead. But when I opened my eyes again, I was already outside the door. "
Everyone looked at Angor in unison after hearing Wail's explanation. No doubt, Angor was the one behind all this.
"What you saw were all illusions. How could there be any danger? As for starting from the beginning, it's just a setting. "
"So you're saying that if we 'die' here, we have to start from the beginning?"
Angor nodded. "Something like that."
"What's the point?" Dorcas didn't know what was going on.
"Yes. Starting from the beginning will remove unnecessary information from your bodies, which will lessen the burden on my calculation. All you have to do is start from the beginning. "
"The Wise Lord gave me this idea."
The Wise God looked at Angor in confusion. What kind of inspiration did Angor give him? Why didn't he know?
"The Wise Lord said that we should cherish life and know how precious it is. This is a rare virtue. I agree, so I set up a small obstacle for the livestream. I'm warning you, even if you're in an illusion, you must respect life. Don't try to get yourself killed. "
The Wise Lord didn't know what to say. Was that what he meant?
While everyone was speechless, Wai looked very touched. "So it's for our own good. Respect life … I get it!"
Hearing Wa Yi's confused words, everyone's expression became confused as well. What kind of spirit was this? How could he be moved so quickly?
The Wise Lord looked at Wai and Angor curiously, trying to figure out what was going on between them.
"Let's not talk about that. What's with the 'death' symbol and the skull illusion?" Dorcas asked.
"It's a fake death, but it still needs to feel like a ritual."
Ritual?!
As Dorcas listened to Angor's nonsense, he felt like he was back in Princess' Town. This guy looked decent, but he was actually a wicked person. Sometimes, his actions were full of bad humor. For example, when Angor could have gone straight to the second and third floors of Princess' Castle, he insisted on giving the talents a test.
The same thing happened to "Rabbit Tea-Cha". He didn't need to do that at all. Instead, he created a "Twelve Constellation Palaces" and messed up everyone's lives. In the end, the only reward they got for passing the test was a luxurious house.
From all these details, it was obvious that Angor was sick.
To put it nicely, he called it a test. But to put it seriously, he was just being naughty and evil.
"It's just a small setting. As long as you don't try to get yourself killed, you won't die," Angor said, "Let's go. Don't waste time. If the wood spirit is here, it'll probably freak out when it sees me talking to thin air for so long. "
Angor turned around and walked up the stairs.
Wai quickly chased after him. This time, he didn't miss a step and successfully landed on the platform.
Since even Wai didn't care about it, the others didn't think much of it. As Angor said, as long as he didn't try to get himself killed, he wouldn't die.
…
Angor didn't walk fast. In fact, he was walking very slowly.
Just like a mortal, he walked step by step on the stairs. He didn't look like he was carefully observing his surroundings. Instead, he looked like he was just taking a stroll in the park.
The others thought it was strange at first. But when they thought about how Angor was going to explore and update the illusions around them, they understood.
Perhaps this was another way to reduce the cost of computing power?
But they were wrong. Angor was walking slowly because he was imitating himself in the Nightmare Realm.
It was as if Angor's mind was split into two different images. One of them was when he was still a mortal, walking alone on the Stairs of Hanging Prison in the Nightmare Realm. The other was when he was in the real world.
The Bene Gesserit was high above, looking down at the two images.
While walking, Angor compared the two images.
By comparing the differences, he could see what was damaged or added to this place. With this, he might be able to find traces of the wood spirits.
The journey from the zeroth level to the first level was much shorter than he remembered.
Back in the Nightmare Realm, it took him about ten minutes to reach the first level. But now, with the same speed, he only took half the time to reach the door of the first floor.
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