As for why Angor's right hand kept releasing nightmare energy, Sunders didn't know.
Still, it was a good thing for both Angor and himself for now.
Sunders wrote it down in his notebook and listed several guesses, all of which were marked with question marks. He then put the notebook away and waited for the day when the answer would be revealed.
Angor put on his glove again and rubbed his right hand. He was still in a daze.
Because of the presence of the Nightmare Realm in his right hand, the normal illusions would automatically turn into nightmare illusions, greatly increasing their power and effectiveness.
This was a good thing for sure.
However, Angor still felt a little uneasy. After all, this wasn't his own ability. It was influenced by external factors. Even if the curve was positive, Angor still didn't dare to consider it as part of his own strength.
He could only use it as a surprise weapon in a battle, and it might be useful. But if he forced himself to use it as his own strength, and it turned out to be nothing more than an illusion in the end, he would be embarrassed.
He always believed that only the things he learned step by step belonged to him. Everything else was just an external object.
Even if he used the hologram tablet as an enchantment tool, which was basically cheating, he could still draw runes or magic arrays without using the tablet.
This was also a form of growth.
All growth was a learning process. His right hand, on the other hand, was only a beginning and an end. There was no "process". This was why Angor was worried.
After adjusting his mindset, Angor bid farewell to Sunders and left.
He returned to his soundproof room and meditated for a while. Then, he took out his Energy Stabilizer, greyspace microbes, and other auxiliary materials. He planned to craft a space storage.
Time quickly passed. The night was gone in the blink of an eye.
While Angor was busy crafting his space storage, the apprentices of the Supreme Cult slowly woke up after sleeping for an entire day.
Losing to someone wasn't a big deal. Who didn't lose? However, all of the Supreme Cult's apprentices in Floating Mech City were killed by a single person in a short amount of time. That was a great humiliation.
When they woke up, they saw a figure shrouded in black mist standing in front of them.
It was the Supreme Cult's black-robed bishop.
Even if it was only a projection, the apprentices still kept quiet in front of their superior.
The black-robed bishop's voice was filled with suppressed anger. "You've really made the church proud. Now, everyone in Mechanus knows that you've failed at Cork Street. Do you still remember whose law enforcers you are? "
"The world's consciousness!" The bishop yelled, "You've brought shame to the world's consciousness! If he was defeated even when he represented the heavens, how would he have the face to appear in front of others in the future? You should all just die! "
The apprentices lowered their heads and didn't dare to argue.
The bishop felt a chill down his spine. For a moment, he really wanted to kill these people. But what of it? Things had come to this, and they had indeed been beaten in Kirk Street.
However, it wasn't as if there was no room for change. A cold light flashed in the eyes of the black-robed bishop.
"Brenso, get up. Tell me the details. I want to know who dares to attack the Supreme Sect. "
Brenso was the man in the black robe and soft armor. He was also the apprentice of the black-robed bishop.
Brenso stood up and calmly recounted everything that had happened.
The black-robed bishop's face instantly darkened. He thought that the other party had defeated this group of juniors due to their superior numbers. In that case, as long as the group of people who dared to bully the Supreme Sect were punished, it would serve as a warning and shock to the Supreme Sect, thus saving some face.
But it was only one person!
One person!
And according to Brunders, the Supreme Cult's elite apprentices were all killed without suffering any injuries. All of them fainted in a matter of seconds.
People would laugh their heads off if they heard about this.
Even if they went to punish the other party, their reputation would not be reversed. Instead, it would cause even more criticism.
"Who is he?!" The bishop wanted to know who defeated all of them.
Brunders lowered his head. "Angor Padt."
"Angor Padt?" The black-robed bishop muttered the name in his mind. A moment later, he remembered someone who was quite famous among the alchemists in Floating Mech City. Sunders' student, an alchemist who almost became a Mystery alchemist.
For apprentices, the magazine's description of Angor's Occult power was nothing but a joke.
However, for a Sorcerer like the black-robed bishop, the truth could never be concealed. There were many ways to find out the truth. He knew that the "rumor" was true.
Many wizards had been trying to befriend Angor recently. Perhaps they also wanted to befriend Sunders. After all, Sunders valued Angor more than the other apprentices. Besides, Angor was a future master alchemist. Befriending him would benefit them in the future.
"So it's him." The bishop remained silent for a while. In his eyes, Angor was an alchemist. There was no doubt about that. But he still couldn't believe that Angor killed all the Supreme Cult's apprentices in one hit.
Unless … he used that alchemy item that contained half of Mystery spirit.
No, it was definitely him! Otherwise, how could an alchemist defeat so many people?
When the black-robed bishop figured this out, he suddenly felt a little relieved. Even if the news of him being defeated by a Quasi Mystic Item got out, his reputation would not be too bad.
Besides, he was only a clone now. Even if his real body was here, he wouldn't be able to do anything to Angor under Sunders' protection. Besides, Angor's reputation in Floating Mech City would only get worse if he did something like that.
With that in mind, the black-robed bishop calmed down. "I know him. It's not a big deal for you to be defeated by him. After all, he has a 'quasi-mystical item' … But this is the only time. Next time, don't give him any time to use his item, and you won't lose. "
"I'll go challenge him tomorrow, Bishop!" Brunders pointed his sword at the ground and spoke respectfully.
The bishop humphed. "You're making such a big fuss over a mere alchemist? You'll only make him look down on you. Go back to the Sin Realm tomorrow. "
With that, the bishop vanished into thin air.
Brunders and the others looked at each other in dismay. Losing to a "Quasi Mystery item" didn't make them proud. But at least they felt better than before.
Saladin was the only one who was frowning. That mist seemed to be the same as the Fear spell he sensed in the purification garden. Was it really the effect of a "Quasi Mystery item"?
…
Meanwhile, Angor was still busy crafting his space storage in his soundproof room when the Supreme Cult members left with their tails between their legs.
His space storage was still the "Butterfly Heart" series, which didn't require much skill.
First of all, he didn't need to worry about its appearance. Second of all, he was familiar with the process. Each of his space storage items could reach the limit of beginner tier. If they weren't mid-tier, they wouldn't show any "alchemy omen".
Also, each Butterfly Heart Necklace could reach the limit of five cubic meters, which was worth more than 20,000 magic crystals in the market. Even if he split the profit with his professor, he could still earn about 10,000 magic crystals.
He was only thinking about how to make money quickly. As for increasing the capacity of the necklace, he could try, but it would take a lot of time. He might not even make it in time for the auction. Therefore, he didn't want to waste any time.
Four days passed in the blink of an eye.
Using his skillful technique, Angor shortened the crafting time of each necklace to one and a half days.
By now, he had made three new Butterfly Heart Necklaces. However, he changed the color of the necklaces slightly. Instead of using pure colors, he added some embellishments to make the necklaces look more colorful and beautiful.
The colors were black and white, blue and white, and red and yellow.
Now, he was trying to make the last necklace, which was a combination of black and gold.
Tonight was the new deadline for the auction. Angor estimated that he had enough time, so he took his time to craft the necklaces.
As he expected, Angor finally finished the last "Black Golden Butterfly Heart" before nightfall. Angor stretched himself and walked out of the soundproof room with a yawn.
After four days of non-stop crafting, Angor felt tired. However, in order to get the new items ready for auction, he didn't take a break. He planned to register the items first.
Angor walked out of the Flowery Manor, where the sky was still red.
He walked along the main road until he reached the venue of the Sky Auction. The building of the auction house was majestic. It was the symbol of the entire main city area, which was shaped like a multi-story tower with a dome.
After explaining his purpose, Angor was led to the appraisal room by an attendant.
There weren't many people in the room, so Angor soon arrived.
Every item that could be auctioned in the Sky Auction, even monthly auctions, had a bottom line. Many items worth several thousand magic crystals couldn't be registered.
Still, the space storage and bloodcreepers were registered without much trouble.
According to the appraiser, Angor's four Butterfly Heart Necklaces would be placed in the first half of the auction. Judging from the order of the items, Angor's Butterfly Heart Necklaces weren't all that valuable in the auction.
As for the bloodspread, it was placed in the second half of the auction.
This was within his expectations.
After registering his items, Angor prepared to leave. However, just as he stepped out of the appraisal room, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.
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