"I don't know about the others, but if you can combine your illusion with the Dream Whelk, you might be able to control a piece of Dream Land. As I said before, Infinite Alchemy is just the beginning. It will soon evolve into a perfect world. "Freud continued to describe the beautiful future he had envisioned.
A perfect world? Angor didn't think such a utopian idea would come true. The Dream Realm wasn't as mysterious as the Nightmare Realm, but it would never be perfect as long as it had the property of "dreams".
Angor knew that Freud was trying to encourage him, but he still felt that the idea was worth something.
But could a person's memory, consciousness, and logic really be preserved in the Dream Realm when they died?
Freud's words couldn't be confirmed, but Angor couldn't verify them with a large amount of data.
Next, Freud returned to his old room in the Church of the Deceased. The decorations inside were still the same. He sat down in front of a desk and began to write down the words of Dream Reading.
While Freud was writing, Angor checked the situation downstairs. It was already past midnight. Six hours before dawn, the safe zone in the illusion would open up. The group of people was now sheltered by Alda on the playground.
Alda was sitting on a rusty wooden horse while singing a lullaby without paying any attention to the talents.
It sounded childish, but it had a gentle quality to it.
Those who were still panting heavily and rejoicing that they had dodged a bullet slowly fell asleep under the influence of this lullaby.
When everyone was asleep, the little girl in a red dress, Sunny, showed up at the side of the playground.
"You're quite considerate of them, aren't you?" Sunny wasn't happy. "I haven't had enough of their screams yet, and you've already put them to sleep. So boring."
Alda tried to appease her in his childish voice. "Don't be mad, okay? They still need to be trained by you during the day, right? If they can't sleep well, they won't have the energy to scream during the day, right? Besides, if they can't fall asleep, they might just surrender during the day. That's even more boring. "
Sunny thought about it, and it seemed to make sense.
"Fine. They're in your safe zone anyway. I can't do anything about it." After Sunny said that, her eyes slowly looked at a woman who looked very noble by the side of the field. "I'll target this woman tomorrow. Even if I can't kill her, I'll scare her to death!"
Sunny turned around and went back to the main building. She was looking forward to receiving Freud's compliment for completing her mission today.
A moment later, he heard the door of the roof being pushed open.
They were none other than Sunny and Nie Ya. Brulee was standing behind Nie Ya as well.
"Where's Master Dickson?" Sunny looked a little scared when she saw Angor, but her attitude remained the same. She was still impulsive and rude.
Nie Ya whispered apologetically, "Mister Padt, I can't stop Sunny if she insists on coming to you."
Angor glanced at them. He was the owner of the illusion, so he knew what was going on inside.
For example, Nie Ya wasn't lying. Sunny had indeed rushed to him after asking about Freud's whereabouts. However, Nie Ya clearly didn't try her best to stop Sunny. She could have chosen to hide Freud's whereabouts from the beginning.
Brulee was following Nie Ya because Brulee went to the basement to ask Nie Ya for information while Angor was talking to Freud. Or to be more precise, Brulee was trying to get information about Angor.
However, Nie Ya was smart this time. She didn't answer Brulee's question directly.
Angor knew that Nie Ya didn't really care about stopping Sunny, but he didn't point it out either.
"Freud is helping me with something," Angor replied. Sunny wasn't happy with the answer, but she could see that Angor didn't want to talk about it. She left in a huff.
Nie Ya was a little disappointed. She asked Sunny to go to the rooftop just so she could find out why Angor was looking for Freud. She didn't expect to get nothing out of it.
Since Sunny was gone, Nie Ya decided to leave as well. But before she could, Angor stopped her.
"There's something I need to ask you." Angor pointed at the people on the field. "Freud told me that they're talents from the Tower of Hurricane?"
Nie Ya nodded. "That's right. I asked the organization to let the talents come here to train before returning to Fey Continent. Mister Padt, is there something wrong with them? "
"Not really. But there's a troublemaker." Angor pointed at the noble-looking woman whom Sunny said she would go after during the day.
"She knows the secret of Daybreak Doom." Angor was talking to Freud earlier, but he already knew everything that happened in the illusion.
He also knew why Sunny was going after the noble-looking woman.
Earlier, when Sunny was trying to kill the noble-looking woman as a butcher, the woman had already shown up at the orphanage. The woman calmly revealed the secret of the orphanage. She put on a fearless look and said, "You don't dare to kill me anyway. Everything else is just an illusion. What am I afraid of?"
She kept provoking Sunny.
If this had happened a few months ago, when Sunny still hadn't gotten her temper under control, she would have been courting death by doing this. Fortunately, after Freud took care of her for a while, Sunny's self-control had improved a lot.
"I gave Freud full control of the illusion, so I shouldn't interfere. But if you're here to test her, you shouldn't have told her the secret. It's not only disrespectful to Sunny, but also to me, the creator of the illusion. "
Nie Ya glanced at the woman awkwardly. "It's my fault. Rose is the princess of the Silver Heron Royal Family. She's usually a good girl. She said she was scared, so I told her what happened while I was comforting her. I didn't expect …"
"So you Silver Heron Royals all share the same temperament. Arrogant and rude, just like Dove four years ago," Angor said in a sarcastic tone.
Dove was a talent who joined Angor on The Redbud. Unfortunately, Dove was killed by his own slave. Nie Ya also knew about this. She also knew that Dove and Angor were on the same ship, and she believed that Dove might have mocked Angor on the ship. Nie Ya didn't know how to respond to Angor's mockery. She could only apologize.
After sending Nie Ya away, Angor sighed again.
This was a mortal's business, and he didn't want to get involved.
Still, he was the one who created the illusion, and he didn't like the fact that someone didn't take it seriously.
He considered for a moment and decided to upgrade the illusion while Freud was still writing Dream Reading.
While the core elements remained the same, Angor decided to incorporate some of his talents, such as Emotion Control, as well as some memory blocking techniques he learned from The Mystery of Nightmare Realm.
A moment later, without anyone noticing, Angor began a new chapter of the Twilight's Doom illusion.
First of all, the mortals who entered the illusion would have their memories blocked for two years at most. Even if they already knew about the Twilight's Doom, they wouldn't be able to ignore the various dangers in the illusion. In such a desperate situation, they would be able to bring out their true nature.
Second, Angor increased the emotional activity of the people in the illusion. Even the tiniest bit of fear would be magnified.
Third, Angor already added some Easter eggs to the illusion to help people avoid Butcher's pursuit. Now, Angor removed all the Easter eggs. Instead, he changed them to passive ones, which tested one's human nature. Once someone reached the limit of human nature and grew stronger, the Easter eggs would be automatically activated.
"The update is over. I hope you have a good time." He smiled maliciously and spoke to the talent who was still sleeping on the ground.
Freud sensed the changes in the illusion as soon as he came out of the Church of the Deceased. As the second authority holder, he knew what happened earlier and understood Angor's intention.
Freud sighed. "If you continue to deepen this illusion, I'm sure all the wizard organizations around here will add this as part of their recruitment missions and make this a must-pass place for them to pass through. I'm going to have a lot of work to do! "
Freud knew that the changes in the illusion would bring him a lot of benefits, so he was happy to see it happen.
"I've left the Dream Reading spell in your room. You can check it whenever you want," Freud said.
Angor reached his spirit feelers into the Church of the Deceased and saw a handwritten copy of Dream Reading on the table in the illusion room. At the same time, there was a book written by Freud called 'The Combination of Illusions and the Dream Whelk: The Fourth Revision'. It was clear that Freud had not forgotten his research in the Land of Revelation.
"I see." Angor nodded. "As for the solution you mentioned, I'll give it a try when I get back. No matter what happens, I'm still grateful for your advice."
Freud smiled shyly. "As long as you don't forget to give me a place in your dream world when you succeed, sir."
Also, I'll keep my promise. If you succeed, I'll swear an oath. "
Angor didn't stay for long. He bid farewell to Freud at two in the morning and headed back to the Old Earth with Brulee.
On his way back, Angor couldn't help but feel happy.
At first, he didn't want to leave, but the result wasn't bad.
He learned that Eureka's spirit power wouldn't recover any time soon, and he obtained a priceless Demeter. Most importantly, he learned a way to save Jon from Freud.
It was a bit of an unorthodox method, but it wasn't a bad choice if it worked.
Even if it didn't work, at least he now had a research direction.
However, he felt like he forgot to do something after leaving the Land of Revelation.
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