Angor told Toby not to leave the area of his lab and began his crafting.
However, there was one more thing he needed to do before he started: practice multitasking. Multitasking was usually done by doing two things at the same time. Any wizard who could enter a meditative state could do it.
However, to apply multitasking to extremely complicated alchemy, one could not simply draw a circle with one hand and a square with the other.
For example, Angor's multitasking would be much more difficult. He had to draw a magic array while refining his space storage. Both tasks required concentration, especially the magic array. Not only did he have to keep his mana output steady, but he also had to keep his attention on it.
Of course, this only applied to other enchantment alchemists.
For Angor, he had the help of the hologram, so he only needed to follow the instructions of the hologram. As for mana output, he had the Axes of the Universe in his mind space, so it was not a problem.
To him, the only thing he really needed to pay attention to was the refinement of spatial items.
There was another major difficulty in this multitasking, which was also the main reason why there were so few composite alchemy items in the market: drawing runes on two lines at the same time.
This was the final step of his crafting plan. Not only did he have to draw a magic array, but he also had to draw a contract rune at the same time. This step was even more difficult. It required at least the mental calculation and control ability of a formal wizard.
However, those who learned enchantment alchemy and reached the level of an official Magus were extremely rare.
That was why most of the composite alchemy items sold on the market were "synthesis" products instead of "enchantment".
Of course, Angor ignored this step with the help of his hologram tablet. Even if he succeeded, he would still be suspected of overdoing it. But alchemy was never an absolute. The path taken by others was not always the most convenient.
Besides, enchantment alchemy was a process that required practice. For example, Angor had to rely on the hologram to draw runes such as Rune of Sharpness, Frost Rune, Armor-Piercing Rune, and Alchemy Rune. But as he got more experience, he could easily draw simple runes without using the hologram.
He still managed to reach the level of other enchantment alchemists in the end. As long as the final result was the same, who cared about which path he took?
Angor spent two days familiarizing himself with the multitasking process. He made sure every step was flawless and the timing was perfect. Then, he began the crafting.
This refinement process took another two days.
Two days later, Angor excitedly entered the final stage of fusion with his eyes already turning black.
While the 'Boundless Reticence' was at its final stage, the 'Contract Mageweath' was also at its final stage. When Angor controlled the two pairs of Hands of Spell and two carving brushes, he slowly drew a line on the left and right, a wonderful feeling came from the point of fusion.
Condense, now!
Angor's eyes were filled with excitement. He was about to cheer when he staggered and almost fell down. Fortunately, the refining process had already entered the condensing stage, so a slight tremble wouldn't affect anything.
He was simply too exhausted. For four consecutive days, he had only rested for less than five hours.
Angor removed his clothes one by one until he was completely naked. The clothes that were carelessly thrown on the ground exuded a strong smell of sweat. His bare back was covered with white salt scabs because of the large amount of sweat he had sweated. Angor controlled the Hands of Spell to wipe his back with a wet towel.
The wetness seeped into Angor's skin, and his tense back finally relaxed.
Although he was doing these actions, his eyes were fixed on the "circle" of Leng Congealed. The white light kept flashing. When the condensation reached the final step …
"It's done!" Angor exclaimed in his mind.
A bright light shone out from the "circle". Angor's tired eyes were filled with tears because of the bright light.
When the light faded, Angor wiped his tears away and opened his eyes again. He found himself in a dark, desolate land.
He looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings. The crescent moon was hanging in the sky, and the mountains and rivers were all dark and gloomy. Angor knew that the omen was coming.
…
An alchemy omen didn't simply announce the birth of an alchemy item. It was more of a test for the alchemist.
It was to see if the alchemist could handle the alchemy item.
When Angor learned about the "dark cloud" omen, he went to find out more information about it.
Any alchemy item above mid-tier would produce an alchemy omen. It didn't only show up in the outside world, but also on the alchemist himself.
For example, the dark cloud in the outside world.
For example, the alchemist's "Silent Land" was an example of this.
If the alchemist could overcome the omen, the item would be considered a success. Otherwise, the item's effect would be reduced, or even its grade would be lowered.
Angor also wondered why he didn't experience the omen when he crafted the revolver with Prelude to Elimination. It was probably because of his body constitution. He might have already experienced the omen, but he didn't know it.
When he succeeded, the dark cloud in the outside world covered the land, and he heard the wails of undead creatures. Angor believed that the wails were the omen he was talking about. When the wails first appeared, Angor already found them irritating. However, when the wound on his shoulder started to itch, the wails became useless.
Just like when he fought against Saka in the Sky Tower, Sylvia's soul howls didn't affect him at all.
Any negative effect on his soul was useless against him.
At that time, he could rely on his special physique to pass through an alchemy omen without being aware of it. Yet now, he had to do it himself and rely on his own strength to overcome this unknown phenomenon.
Angor carefully looked around the desolate land. There was black soil under his feet, an underground river, a dark forest, and a looming mountain range in the distance. The sky was also dark. Apart from the lone crescent moon, there were no other stars or clouds.
Angor looked down at himself. He was half-naked and only had a pair of thin pants on.
The night wind chilled him to the bone.
Angor tried to cast a cantrip to maintain his body temperature, but he realized that he couldn't use his mana. The mana in his mana pool had all gone quiet, just like the environment outside.
Angor walked to the river. It seemed to be flowing, but he couldn't hear anything. The world was eerily quiet.
Shivering, Angor walked along a path.
This was the only path. The back of the path led to the forest, while the front was an unknown darkness. Angor chose to walk in the darkness. There were too many dangers in the forest at night. He didn't know what was hidden behind the shadow of the next tree.
Following his instinct, Angor chose a path that at least looked flat.
He didn't know how long he walked. Maybe an hour, or maybe a whole day. Angor was tired, but he didn't stop. For some reason, he had a feeling that something bad would happen if he stopped.
It was his intuition, and he always believed it without any hesitation. When he entered the Nightmare Realm during the talent test at Padt Manor, his instinct helped him escape. When he was infected by Parasite Queen, his instinct helped him save himself.
When he reached the end of the path, he saw a small town.
It was a lively town. Angor walked in and saw people laughing, singing, dancing, and eating. There were vendors selling snacks on the street, neon lanterns, parties, and children playing around.
When he stepped inside, he noticed that the place was no longer as quiet as before. Even the lonely crescent moon hanging in the sky looked gentler. The moonlight was no longer cold and frosty. Instead, it carried a touch of warmth.
This was a lively town. People were singing and dancing. Angor seemed to be affected by the mood as well. Someone approached him while dancing, as if inviting him to dance with them. Angor was about to take a step forward, but his vigilance stopped him. When the person reached him, Angor hid in a corner. The person noticed him but didn't mind. He kept looking for the next person to dance with.
Angor kept walking forward. More people came to him. He could tell from their eyes that some wanted to sing with him, some wanted to invite him to a bonfire banquet, and some wanted to drink with him. Angor moved to the side. As long as he moved away, these people wouldn't look at him.
Strange. They were so friendly. They could see him, but they didn't insist on inviting him.
Angor kept thinking about where he was as he walked. Was this an illusion? As an excellent student of Illusionist, he didn't feel anything like an illusion.
All of his senses, all of his senses, all of his senses, and all of his feedback were telling him that this place was real. The lonely road, the cold night wind, the cold river, the lively town, the joyful songs, the intoxicating smell of wine, and the passionate crowd were all telling him the same thing.
However, wouldn't it be too extravagant for a real world to appear just because of a Vision Test?
Angor believed that this was something like the "inner demons" in Xianxia novels back on Earth. It was like an illusion, but it only confused one's mind. It was also like reality, but it only took away one's senses.
Just like in a virtual reality game, a map would be created according to the properties of the item you crafted. If you passed, you would be rewarded. If you failed, you would be punished.
So here came the question. What properties did the space item he crafted have?
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