Sunders carefully read through all the experiment records.
A moment later, Sunders spoke in a confused tone, "Your records are quite detailed. But why didn't you use the comparison method? Without other samples to compare, it's hard to come up with an accurate conclusion using only one sample. "
Angor smiled bitterly. "I didn't have a choice. One bullet requires more than 2,000 undead souls. Where am I supposed to find so many undead souls? There are only six bullets in the magazine, and each of them is very valuable. That's why I only used one sample. "Sunders frowned.
Two thousand undead souls were equal to one bullet. No wonder Angor didn't use the comparison method.
But wasn't the ratio a bit too big? Spending so much money on one bullet only to create an intelligent undead soul? It didn't seem to make much sense.
Of course, there was a possibility. Many Mystery items were useless, such as the Dream Whelk from the Moonlight Coast. A half-Mystic-tier Mystery item was quite likely to be useless.
Sunders continued reading the experiment records. When he saw the energy graph again, he raised an eyebrow as if he had found something.
He rewound the video and played it again. Moreover, while watching the video, he also compared the energy curve on the coordinate axis.
When he finished, he suddenly said, "Maybe the basic structure of the soul isn't enough."
"The basic structure of the soul isn't enough?" Angor muttered. He didn't understand.
"I don't know much about souls. But I remember when I went to the Haunt World with Ness a hundred years ago, he mentioned something about the basic structure of the soul." Sunders recalled, "The nature of the soul, and the structure of the soul are not important. But there is one thing you must know. The relative structure of the soul must reach a certain level in order to maintain long-term stability. Also, time will wear away these structures. Souls that remain in the world will soon perish unless they are lucky enough. "
"So, the so-called basic structure is …" Angor had an idea in his mind.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's stable soul energy."
Angor thought to himself. I knew it.
"Professor, you're saying that Ache died because the stable energy in his body didn't reach a certain level?"
"I think so. I checked the energy curve just now. Before he died, he only had about 80% stable energy in his body. That's not enough for a soul structure."
"Then, how high do I have to reach in order to ensure that my soul is safe after using Prelude to Elimination?"
"I remember Ness said that the stable energy needs to be more than 98% of the whole."
98%？ His mind raced as he tried to figure out a way to keep the energy in his soul at least 98%.
"Six bullets at once?!" Based on the fact that each bullet would reduce the amount of chaotic energy by half, he would have to use up all the bullets in the magazine to ensure that an undead had a stable energy reserve of 98%.
Moreover, it was only 98%. If he wanted to maintain it, he would need other means.
"That's right. The effect of your Prelude to Rebirth should be six white light bullets, allowing an undead who had fallen into darkness to return to the light." Sunders paused for a moment. "The effect fits the title of 'Half-Mystery'. But the cost is a little high."
To redeem one Undead, one had to eliminate twelve thousand Undead. This cost was simply beyond imagination.
"All in all, it's not bad. It's not very useful, but at least it overturned a common belief in the wizarding world. If you don't mind exposing the effect of Prelude to Rebirth, you can try to publish an article about the irreversible relationship between souls and undead. " "You can publish it in Mirror as well," Sunders said. "Other authoritative magazines will pick it up and publish it."
"Of course. It's up to you." Sunders could publish his own article, but he didn't want to steal his student's work. After all, Prelude to Rebirth was made by Angor.
"I'll see about that later. Even if I do, I'll have to wait until I come back from the Old Earth," Angor said with a bitter expression. To him, the effect of Prelude to Rebirth was tasteless.
Does it have any other uses for returning one's soul to its original state? Angor began to think. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility. "Professor, what if there's an ancient legendary wizard who became an undead, and I used Prelude to Rebirth to save his soul?"
Sunders teased, "Then he saw your potential and passed on his knowledge to you. Hundreds of years later, you became a legendary wizard and went on a killing spree."
Angor nodded repeatedly. Stars of hope flashed in his eyes.
"Wake up. It's not time for nightmares yet. It's possible for a wizard to become an undead, but it's even rarer for a truth-finder wizard, let alone a legendary one. When you reach a certain level of power, you'll learn more about the world, and you'll know what will happen to you if you become an undead. Not many wizards will choose to become an undead. "
Sunders didn't hesitate to extinguish Angor's hope.
"So the biggest effect of my Prelude to Rebirth is to write a paper?"
"A paper that can turn an irreversible fact into history. That's enough for you to leave your name in the history of wizardry. Isn't that enough? "
Not enough … Angor screamed in his mind. He wanted something more substantial.
"Besides, Prelude to Rebirth isn't that bad. Maybe you'll find a use for it. Besides, after you publish your paper, maybe some wizards who need souls will come to you. You can ask for whatever you want then. "Sunders was quite optimistic. Everything had its purpose.
Even the "Dream Whelk of the Moonlight Coast" might be able to use light and heat one day in the future.
"I'll be leaving in a few days. The defense of Phantom Island has been reactivated, and you'll be in charge of it. You can leave it to Goode when you're gone. "
Angor quickly took out all his crystal balls from his bracelet. "Let's go," Sunders said.
"What's this?" Sunders looked at Angor's crystal balls in confusion.
"Alchemy illusions that contain Mystery manifestations."
"But … why are they all crystal balls?"
Angor looked at Sunders with a cold expression. "I didn't think about the shape because it's easier to make them. I remember that you like the style of a crystal ball, so you might as well make all of them into crystal balls. "
Sunders didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When did I say that I like crystal balls?
"I didn't engrave any emblems on them to save time," Angor continued.
You're just embarrassed to do that, aren't you?
"I don't know much about alchemists, but I heard that all alchemists should have the spirit of ingenuity," Sunders said in a serious tone as he looked at the increasing number of crystal balls.
"…" I don't believe that all alchemists' creations are good enough to be seen on the stage. There are always some that can't be seen on the stage.
He took out all the crystal balls and said, "I haven't checked many of these illusions yet, but I'm sure they're all different types of illusions, and they can last for a certain amount of time depending on the materials used to create them. I think we have enough samples, right? "
"One of the essentials of Mystery manifestations is the unknown. The unknown means that it is difficult to understand, so the more samples, the better. " Sunders looked at the crystal balls on the floor. "I'm afraid these aren't enough, but we should be able to gather some useful information.
"I'll test the effects of the Mystery manifestations one by one in the next few days. I'll give you the general data before I leave."
Sunders spent the rest of the time explaining the key points of Illusions to Angor. He also told Angor to choose his main subject.
A moment later, Angor left Sunders' study.
On his way back to his bedroom, he saw Flora gliding through the hallway and heading to the study on the second floor. She wasn't alone this time. Angor saw a young man behind her.
It was Spivey, the former Imp Gragg.
When she walked past Angor, she stopped and looked at him with a curious look.
Angor greeted her politely. At the same time, he felt a little nervous. He wondered if Flora was going to ask something about Greya.
Flora recalled the message Sunders sent her not long ago and decided not to ask about it. Instead, she grinned. "You're making illusions for outsiders, so why don't you make one for me? I'm curious as well. Your illusions — "
Before she could finish, she heard someone speaking in a low, hoarse voice. "Flora."
She felt a shiver down her spine when she uttered his name.
"Professor, I'm getting more and more curious. What's the secret behind your illusions?" Flora looked at Sunders' study and used Voice Transmission.
"If you're really curious, ask Angor to make one for you. But you'll have to pay the price."
"Of course. I know the principle of equivalent exchange."
"Last time, Leona —"
"You mean the aroma of the Glutton Flower Lord's saliva? I didn't expect it to be so valuable. Leona tricked me too." Flora said, but she didn't look upset at all.
Flora gave Angor a thoughtful look. "I'm very curious about your illusions. But I don't have anything you can use right now. I'll talk to you about the price later."
Angor nodded.
Flora continued, "Speaking of which, I have another favor to ask of you. But I'm busy right now. I'll see you later."
With that, Flora turned around and left.
Spivey quickly followed and gave Angor a meaningful smile when he passed by the boy.
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