When Angor regained his consciousness, he found himself still lying in the dream wasteland.
When he opened his eyes, his mind went blank for a second. But soon, several images began to appear in his mind.
"The scenery of a box," Angor muttered.
The dream wasteland was nothing more than a box. It seemed that the "giant" had left. But who knew if it would come back? Or if the "god" outside the box would be replaced by someone else?
Angor looked up at the misty sky.
Perhaps, beyond the sky, there was someone looking at him. There was mockery in his eyes as he looked down on them from above.
If Angor didn't want to end up in a box, the only way was to break free like the blond figure in his dream. And he had to become stronger first.
Angor shook his head with a bitter smile. It was still too early for him to consider such a problem. He hadn't even started to realize his self-worth yet.
Angor put the dream away and began to think about the problem at hand.
He spent a lot of effort to fuse with a new authority, and he needed to find out what it could do for him.
Angor carefully checked the information in his mind. The first authority he fused with was called "Dream Gate".
The so-called 'Dream Gate' was a sub-authority of the 'pseudo-law of space'.
The Law of Space was naturally an extremely clear term. It was the manipulation of space. However, the "pseudo-space" in front of it meant that the space law in the dream wasteland was fake. This was because the Dream Wilderness relied on the Dream Realm. The Dream Realm was an illusory realm. Mortals could become Gods of Creation in the Dream Realm if they had a clear dream. Therefore, the power of law that appeared in the Dream Wilderness was just like the Dream Realm.
This was why there was a "pseudo-space" in front of it.
The pseudo-space law couldn't manipulate space in the real world, but it could still be used in the dream wasteland.
Angor studied the "Dream Gate" carefully. Basically, the owner of this power could decide where to place an object in the dream wasteland.
For example, if Angor allowed Freud to enter the dream wasteland, Freud would be randomly placed in a random area of the wasteland.
Now that he had the Dream Gate, he could teleport Freud to a specific location.
For example, he once dragged a small building in Thyssen Alley into his dream. If he wanted to, he could teleport Freud there.
"This power isn't related to the main power of the Nightmare Domain, but it's still an important one."
He wondered if the "Dream Gate" could allow him to control the location of items he needed to enter the dream wasteland.
For example, the non-living beings that the Dream Whelk had forcefully pulled into the Dream Wilderness?
If it was possible, the importance of this authority would immediately rise to an extremely high level, and 'Infinite Alchemy' would thus become a foreseeable future.
With that in mind, he decided to leave the dream wasteland and give it a try.
But before he left, there was something else he needed to do.
It was the main body of the Nightmare Domain, which had lost two of its powers. One of them was returned to the dream wasteland, while the other was absorbed by Angor.
Even so, the size of the light sphere didn't decrease at all, which showed how much power it contained.
After fusing with the first authority, he learned that the orb couldn't leave the dream wasteland for now.
It was the light sphere that maintained the balance of the dream wasteland. Once it was taken away, the dream wasteland would immediately turn illusory and slowly drift toward the Dream Realm.
Angor decided to find a suitable place to store the light sphere.
He considered for a moment. Since the light sphere was bound by the green patterns, he could control it to a certain extent. Leaving it in the air would be safer than leaving it on the ground. After all, he was going to send more creatures into the dream wasteland, and it would be easy for them to discover it on the ground.
Angor flew into the air and placed the light sphere in the middle of the mist.
Of course, this was only a temporary measure. When he had time in the future, he would craft a more secure item and bring it to the dream wasteland to store the light sphere.
After making sure that nothing went wrong, Angor returned to the real world.
…
Angor planned to conduct his experiment as soon as he returned to the real world. But he misjudged his current condition.
When he absorbed the first power, his brain was attacked by a stream of information, and his body automatically used up energy to replenish it. He didn't have time to replenish his energy, which caused him to fall into a weakened state.
Of course, he could recover from this state by consuming food and nourishing food.
However, there was one more thing he forgot. His right hand had fused with the blond figure again.
Before he could do anything else, he felt an unbearable pain spreading from his right hand to the rest of his body.
If there were any wizards around, they would be able to see the changes happening inside Angor's right hand. His bones were growing, and his nerves and tendons were being torn apart and reassembled.
Soon, his right arm was forcibly lengthened, which was in stark contrast to his left hand.
Apart from that, a strange bloodline was being produced from his right hand. Just like what happened to his right hand last time, this bloodline was being absorbed into his entire body.
According to Sunders, this was the Projected Bloodline.
His right hand being torn apart and reassembled, the pain from the bloodline fusion, and his already weakened body … These three factors caused Angor to fall into an endless torment.
He didn't even have the strength to scream. All his pores were bleeding profusely.
Toby was scared out of his wits. Earlier, Angor's body was bleeding, but it stopped after a while. Angor's breathing also returned to normal, which was why Toby didn't do anything.
But now, Angor's eyes were open, and his whole body was in a horrible condition.
Toby looked at the blood flowing out of his body, the bulging veins on his forehead, and his bloodshot eyes … This time, Toby was truly terrified.
He wanted to take Angor to someone for help, but he didn't know who to ask for help. Besides, he didn't dare to move Angor's body for fear that something bad might happen.
Toby considered for a moment and took out some potions from Snowy Feather.
Some of the potions were prepared by Angor, while the others were given to him by Greya. Toby didn't know which one to use. In the end, he chose a potion that didn't require him to swallow, and had a mild effect that could restore his vitality.
It was a lucky choice. Angor's body was extremely thirsty due to the loss of energy and blood.
Toby's potion was just in time to fill up the emptiness in his body.
More importantly, Toby's potion was mild, which was the best choice for Angor who was on the verge of collapse. If the potion was too strong, it could cause Angor's blood to go out of balance.
After using the potion, Angor still felt great pain all over his body, but his strength recovered a little.
He forced himself to endure the discomfort and pointed at the potions placed by Toby with a trembling finger. They were all mild potions that could restore his vitality and energy.
Toby quickly took out the potions and poured them into Angor's mouth.
A moment later, Angor finally regained some strength.
He lay on the ground and panted heavily. Toby leaned against his wet hair and curled up in fear.
The pain was slowly fading away, but the side effect of consuming too much blood and then forcefully replenishing his vitality was still present. He felt a little dizzy and only managed to say one thing to Toby. "I'll rest for a while. Don't worry."
Then he fell into a deep slumber.
It was a week later when Angor woke up.
He was still weak, but at least he was in good spirits. His limbs were sore. He tried to sit up but found that he didn't have the strength to do so.
Apart from that, he also smelled a terrible stench.
It was mixed with the smell of blood and fermented sewage. He tilted his head to take a look, only to find that his entire body was covered in black filth. It was all the filthy blood that he had shed earlier.
It was already midsummer, and the temperature was very high. The filthy blood was stifling in the high temperature, and in the end, it fermented into an extremely unpleasant smell. At the same time, it also attracted some worms.
Toby was standing on Angor's chest. When the worms tried to crawl on him, Toby released a gray aura and turned them into dust.
The more worms there were, the stronger the stench became.
He sighed and took out a black top hat from his space bracelet with a weak hand.
It was the "Count of Grotesque" hat Devildare gave him. It was enchanted with a level-3 cantrip called Purification Field.
When Purification Field was activated, all the filth around him was gone, and the smell in the air returned to normal.
Toby was delighted to see Angor's reaction. She quickly hopped onto Angor's cheek and rubbed her head against Angor's cheek. She was obviously trying to get close to Angor.
Angor's pale face showed a smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Thank you for your potion. I would've died if it wasn't for you. "
Now that he knew what happened, he couldn't help but tremble in fear.
If Toby wasn't there, he would've lost his mind.
He was too obsessed with the Nightmare Domain in the dream wasteland that he completely forgot about the new fusion on his right hand. It was precisely because he hadn't considered everything thoroughly that led to problems in the end.
In the future, he couldn't just focus on the present. He had to see if it would bring him trouble in the future.
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