Almost at the same time, everyone on the ship smelled the aroma of food. Before the feeding center in their hypothalamus could issue the command to "eat", they felt their vision blur as they fell into an illusion created by the aroma of food.
Angor was no exception.
In front of his eyes, there were all kinds of beautiful, colorful, and tempting food floating around. The rich aroma lingered around his nose. Out of instinct, he reached out his hand to grab the honey roasted drumstick.
When a certain desire grew infinitely, it could affect all physiological indicators, including one's rationality. In other words, the desire could interfere with the brain's ability to receive information. When the desire grew, the information could not safely reach the rational brain. In such a situation, the emotional brain, or the instinctive brain, would be in charge of a person's thoughts. Humans were still animals at the core. The instinctive brain was responsible for integrating emotions and desires, and expressing the most primitive instincts of animals.
When the desire to eat filled Angor's brain, he lost his rationality. His logic became chaotic, and his mind became sluggish like an animal.
Not only Angor, but all the mortals on the ship were also controlled by the desire to eat. They roared madly and coveted the food in the illusion.
While Angor was about to lose himself in the craze, he felt an itch that was even more unbearable than the desire to eat appearing near his back.
He could not tell where the itch came from or where it flowed to. However, it came with a vengeance. It was like the foam that gushed out of a good beer before it was even opened. It instantly covered everything else.
Itch —
So itchy —
It felt like thousands of ants were crawling around inside his bones.
This was the real itch that reached his bones.
The sudden itchiness was not all bad. At the very least, the crazy desire to eat was defeated by the torrential itchiness.
Anything could be overturned if there was a gap. The same was true for rationality. Emotions controlled a person's mind, and they could not turn the situation around. However, even the slightest relaxation of emotions could lead to a higher level of rationality.
The itch made Angor lose his appetite. He kept scratching his back. However, the itch went away as quickly as it came. When the itching finally stopped, he noticed that his appetite was gone. The illusion created by the food's aroma could no longer affect his mind.
Angor looked at the food floating around him and felt a lingering fear. This was because he knew very well that there was no food at the location of the honey-glazed chicken drumstick near him. It was clearly the candle he usually used.
If he ate the candle like a chicken drumstick … Angor shuddered. The consequences would be unimaginable!
He did not dare to touch those delicacies again.
To be able to create such an illusion, one had to be an innate sea creature or an adept with supernatural powers. He didn't dare to guess why the supernatural would do something like this, but he didn't want to be controlled by his desires anymore. He simply closed his eyes to avoid looking at the food in front of him.
Maybe the supernatural who created the illusion didn't want to kill him. Angor let out a sigh of relief when the illusion didn't bother him again.
Finally, he began to recall what happened when he was controlled by his appetite.
A moment later, he touched his back with a puzzled look.
It's this place again. What's going on? This wasn't the first time he felt itchy, and each time, the itch would disappear as quickly as it came. Angor frowned.
He knew that there was nothing wrong with the itch, at least not on the surface. The only unusual thing was that he was scratched by a strange woman in the Illusory Realm during the innate talent test.
At first, Angor thought that it was an illusion created by Abelles' Eye. After the test, he checked himself in a mirror and didn't see any scratches on his back.
However, as the strange itching kept happening, Angor began to suspect that the world he was in wasn't an illusion. Just as he guessed during the talent test, it was a strange world that existed parallel to the real world.
The wound on his back might also contain the energy of that strange world, which caused him to be in his current state.
Angor wasn't sure if his guess was correct, but he could only make such a guess with his current knowledge.
Would the itch return? Aside from the itching, would there be worse conditions? He didn't know. Under the unknown threat, Angor made up his mind that if he could survive this, he would tell Mara about his condition the next time he saw him.
He didn't have time to waste. Who knew if his life would be threatened the next time he felt the itch? Therefore, he had to ask Mara for help from a close distance, instead of waiting until he learned something and then exploring it alone.
While Angor was lost in his thoughts, The Redbud had sailed into the depth of the mist. A group of people had arrived at the source of the "fragrance illusion".
On the back of a giant demon falcon, Sunders, who was wearing a tall hat and looking like a gentleman, remained silent. Flora, who was wearing a strange smile on her face, sat on the edge of the demon falcon's wing and looked at the people standing on The Redbud with a malicious look.
On the deck of The Redbud, there were five people on each side, led by Sabot. Apart from the guides from the three major wizard organizations, Mara and Easley, who had just become a level-1 apprentice, also stood in the group.
Flora looked at Sabot and the others for a while and suddenly chuckled. She spoke in her strange, childish and charming voice, "Heeheehee. Crazy Bear Sabot, since when did you become a babysitter? Feeding a bunch of children? "
The "children" guides from the three major wizard academies lowered their heads quietly.
Sabot was angry at Flora's mockery, but he didn't dare to do anything in front of Sunders. He could only pretend that he didn't hear the mockery and responded with a bright smile.
"Hahaha, Blood Witch, you must be joking. It's rare to see Greya's restaurant, and these ignorant kids all want to go and broaden their horizons," Sabot explained while laughing.
Flora narrowed her pretty eyes and sneered in her mind. You're just trying to get some free food in Greya's restaurant. But Greya is not an easy cook to deal with. Trying to get some free food? No way!
Greya was a typical example of the lunatics from "Candy House". They might laugh and laugh like crazy, but when it came to matters of principle, they would never compromise.
There was only one way to enter Greya's restaurant: with an invitation card.
Without an invitation card, Greya would refuse even if you were a legendary wizard.
In order to enter Greya's restaurant, Sunders spent quite a fortune to get a bronze invitation card.
Hehe. Flora was looking forward to seeing the look on these bastards' faces when they learned the truth.
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