The hair on his back stood on end. He slowly turned around.
He saw Eureka standing on the balcony, her black silk dress fluttering in the wind. She had a big smile on her face.
Angor sighed. Every time he tried to use the Dream Whelk, something always happened. Last time, it was Sliv who threatened him, and this time, it was Eureka who tried to pry into his secrets.
Did the whelk have a grudge against him?
Still, he knew it was all because he was too weak. If he could become a wizard, he would be able to use Mystery items without worrying about other people's greed.
"What brings you here, Lady Eureka?" Angor's tone was polite, but his attitude was as cold as ever.
Eureka didn't mind Angor's insincerity. She stared at the black conch with a puzzled look. "Wait, this conch looks familiar."
"No doubt about it. It's the Mystery item you're looking for, lady." Angor picked up the whelk and weighed it in his hand. "If you want, I can sell it to you for 20,000 magic crystals."
"The Dream Whelk of the Moonlight Coast?" Eureka nodded. "You mean the Dream Whelk?"
"That's right," Angor admitted.
The corner of Eureka's mouth twitched. She turned around and disappeared into the moonlight. "Don't play with this kind of crap. Don't play with this kind of crap."
When Eureka disappeared from his sight, he stared at the Dream Whelk in his hand for a while.
"Useless thing?" Angor chuckled.
The whelk had been criticized by the wizarding world for years. If Freud's plan worked out, the whelk would become the most powerful Mystery item in the world. At that time, everyone who called it a piece of trash would be slapped in the face.
Eureka left without hesitation, but Angor didn't like the feeling of being held back.
After a long moment of silence, Angor cleaned up the broken glass on the floor and sat down in front of his desk.
Without absolute power, the only thing he could do was to run away or wait patiently. In his current situation, the only thing he could do was to endure.
Angor activated his Nightmare Domain and continued his research on "Dream Walk".
Since the nightmare power could open the Dream Whelk, it meant that the nightmare power might have some kind of dream property.
What if he used nightmare power to practice Dreamwalk? Would it be effective?
Angor pondered for a while.
Half a month later, Angor was still inside his mind space.
He tried to construct the cantrip framework for Enter Dream. This was the first time he tried to construct something in his mind space after spending a long time in the hologram tablet.
To learn a cantrip, one had to understand the basic principles of the cantrip, then calculate a lot of calculations to fit the cantrip model in his mind space.
Angor's current situation was a bit special. After using the Dream Whelk several times, he was certain that nightmare energy had the characteristics of dreams. Once he was sure of this, he planned to use nightmare energy to construct the cantrip model.
For example, someone with a talent for fire would be able to learn fire cantrips better. If one had a strong enough calculation ability, he or she could construct the final model of the cantrip. However, whether the cantrip could be cast or not depended on whether the cantrip model was suitable or not, as well as whether the energy in his or her body could support it.
That was his plan. He didn't have a talent for dreams, but his nightmare energy had the property of dreams. He wanted to use this to disguise himself as someone with a "fake" talent and use nightmare energy to construct the final cantrip model.
As for the cantrip model, he had been working on it for half a month in his hologram tablet. He was almost certain that it was suitable for the Axes of the Universe.
Now, he just needed to see if he could do it.
If it didn't work, the worst that could happen was that the spell would backfire.
Angor looked at the bottles and jars on his desk. They were all potions that could help him recover his spirit and injuries. He once suffered from a spell backlash when he learned a level-2 cantrip. If the backlash happened again, he should be able to survive it with the help of these potions. At worst, he would need to rest for a few months.
Anyway, it was better than wasting years on his own.
Angor had made up his mind. If he could not use Dream Walk this time, he would not learn it for the time being. Wasting time was not efficient.
He was prepared for the possibility of a spell backlash, but he still felt a little nervous when he began to construct the cantrip model.
Constructing the first model was extremely important because it was the foundation. There were only three possibilities for failure. One, his dream knowledge was not up to standard. Two, the construction was wrong. Three, it did not fit.
Among the three possibilities, Angor was most worried about the first one. His Dream Elemental knowledge was definitely not up to standard. At most, he only knew the surface knowledge, but he knew nothing about the deeper knowledge. However, he chose to construct it because nightmare energy had the characteristic of dreams. He wanted to see if he could use this characteristic to bypass this problem.
For example, many talents could construct the model of a cantrip without knowing the general knowledge of their talent.
For example, the Ghost Summoner who had a talent for summoning could summon a Heart Eater as long as he successfully constructed the model of his summoning spell. Of course, if he wanted to learn illusions, he would not be able to do it this way. He would have to understand the essence of illusions first.
There was also another limitation to constructing the model of a cantrip.
It could only be used for low-level cantrips.
Any intermediate or advanced cantrip or spell would require years of study. All of them required years of accumulation of knowledge before they could be completed. There was no shortcut.
When he completed the first model, Angor's eyes glowed.
If he hadn't collapsed yet, did it mean that he could use nightmare power to pretend that he had a dream talent?!
Since the first model did not collapse, Angor began to construct the second, and the third … Dream Walk had 36 models in total. Compared to Light, it was only one more model. His current energy storage was more than enough.
He used to construct models using nightmare energy before, such as Nightmare Dread. He was not a stranger to using nightmare energy to construct models.
When the last model was completed, the model glowed brightly.
Dream Walk was completed!
To be more precise, it was not Dream Walk anymore. It was Nightmare Dream!
Angor could not hold back his excitement. There were many reasons why he was able to learn Dream Walk in such a short time. First of all, his nightmare energy had the property of dreams. Secondly, he needed the hologram tablet to help him calculate the coordinates on the Axes of the Universe. These two points were necessary for a quick construction. However, the most important thing was whether or not he dared to risk the "spell backlash". That was the key.
Reality proved that he had made it through.
This was only an insignificant level-2 cantrip. Angor had constructed many level-2 and level-3 cantrips before, but none of them were as thrilling as this.
The joy he felt after successfully constructing it was also unprecedented!
He looked at the cantrip model in his mind space and grinned. Next, he moved to Toby's bed.
At this time, Toby had already fallen asleep and was nestled in the soft blanket obediently.
Angor used Dream Walk on Toby.
Toby did not feel anything. Instead, Angor saw a dark tunnel appearing in front of him. According to the book, this tunnel was also called "Dream Bridge".
Angor successfully built a bridge to Toby's dream.
At the same time, Angor felt a white, misty tentacle extending from his forehead. Next, he just needed to put the tentacle into the bridge and enter Toby's dream.
Angor looked at the "dream feeler" on his forehead. It could curl and stretch freely. Like Soul Soil and his mind space, Angor did not know where the tentacle came from. It felt like it was an extension of another dimension.
Angor observed the tentacle for a moment and put it into the bridge.
On the other side of the bridge was Toby's dream. The bridge itself was a Dream Space, which could be used to travel to the Dream Realm.
As soon as Angor stepped onto the bridge, his dream feelers picked up an image of a vast, boundless wilderness.
The vision disappeared in the next second.
In front of him was another dark tunnel. Angor didn't know what it was, but he assumed it was a strange, colorful dream world.
Soon, he crossed the bridge and saw the exit of a white hole.
As soon as he stepped into the white hole, he was presented with a strange first-person perspective.
He happily rolled around in a world filled with salty, fishy dried fish. Angor couldn't stand the smell, but he couldn't stop himself from wandering around in the sea of dried fish.
He looked at the gray wings on both sides of his body and realized what was going on.
He was probably Toby right now. Or rather, he had temporarily taken over Toby's body like a parasite.
According to Freud's Dream Walk, Dream Walk could only be used by the dreamer. Angor could see what the dreamer saw and move according to the dreamer's movements. However, he couldn't communicate with the dreamer or change the quality of the dream.
So, he was in Toby's dream world?
Angor looked around curiously.
Clouds that looked like cotton candy floated in the sky, followed by countless pickled dried fish. Toby was lying in the middle of the dried fish.
"What an unexpected world …" Angor sighed in his mind.
Since he couldn't move around freely and didn't find anything interesting, he decided to leave Toby's dream.
But suddenly, he felt the ground trembling.
A giant that looked like a mountain in "Toby's" eyes suddenly appeared in front of him.
Before Angor could react, he heard a familiar voice coming from the giant's mouth. "Toby …"
"Toby" nodded in surprise, flapping his wings and flying to the giant's shoulder.
The closer Angor got to the giant's head, the more familiar he felt.
When he saw the giant head covered in golden hair, he didn't know what to say. It was him.
Yes, the giant was Angor.
To be more precise, it was Toby's dream.
Toby happily rubbed "Giant" Angor's cheek to express his joy.
Angor quietly left the dream world. He couldn't believe that Toby's eyes and body looked so big and scary. Also, he could see all the pores on Toby's body.
Now Angor understood. People with different perspectives had different aesthetic standards.
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