According to Freud, this socialite was not only good at socializing, but she also had a good sense of the big picture and knew how to deal with people. She was able to rise from the bottom of a small country to the upper class of a major country.
Even so, he did not plan to share his right of guarding the door with her.
After all, this was the core of the dream wasteland, and he couldn't simply share it.
However, he didn't care whether Freud would become the acting city lord of Foundation City or not. He trusted Freud's ability, and he trusted the man's judgment. Besides, Foundation City was slowly getting on track, and Freud needed someone to help him manage it.
The dream wasteland was huge, and Freud didn't need to waste his time on such trivial matters. Such mundane matters could be left to mortals to manage.
"Speaking of which, if someone else did acquire the authority, does that mean it's a law system unique to the dream wasteland?" Freud twirled his hair and pondered.
"You're overthinking it. The authority in the dream wasteland is illusory. Maybe it's more like the Dream Realm, but it won't work." Angor used the example of "creating new laws" in the Bright Dream Realm as an analogy. "You'll know when you acquire the authority in the future."
"I still can't recover my strength in the dream wasteland. Looks like I'll have to postpone Infinite Alchemy for now."
He already sensed the main body of the Nightmare Domain after fusing with the Gatekeeper Authority. If he wanted to acquire a new authority, he would have to wait until he became a wizard.
Whether he could do "Infinite Alchemy" by then was another question.
Unlike other Nightmare Domains, the dream wasteland was so huge that it could almost be considered a realm.
Therefore, the number of authorities in the dream wasteland was uncountable. So far, Angor had fused two authorities: Dream Gate and Gatekeeper.
He also gave the dream wasteland a new authority due to some mistakes he made.
In total, he lost three authorities.
However, the light orb didn't shrink at all, which showed how many authorities it contained.
If Angor gained all of the authority by himself, he might not be able to control half of it even when he became a legend. The prerequisite was that he had to advance into the Legendary Realm.
Therefore, Angor wanted to share the power.
For example, handing over some unimportant authority to others to manage. Just like a country, agriculture, finance, education, health and medical care … each had their own authority.
But before that, he had to acquire the core authority of the Nightmare Domain, which was called the Supreme Authority.
He didn't want to give away his authority before he obtained it. At that time, if he ended up being controlled by others, then he would really have to suffer.
However, he had no idea what the core authority of a Nightmare Domain Master was, or how he should obtain it. So he was still far away from thinking about how to divide the authority.
Still, he had already considered the idea of dividing the power among the people.
His goal wasn't the dream wasteland. He once used the dream wasteland to observe the wider world, which was nothing more than a small piece of scenery to the most powerful beings.
Therefore, controlling the dream wasteland with so many illusory authorities was nothing more than a joke in the eyes of the truly powerful beings.
Angor's thoughts quickly vanished. When he came back to his senses, all the thoughts in his mind slowly disappeared. He was waiting for the day when the opportunity would come.
"By the way, did you notice any changes in the dream wasteland recently?"
"Changes? You're saying that you're using the Dream Whelk to bring in more items? "Freud asked.
Angor shook his head. "Something happened recently, so I didn't use the whelk. I'm talking about the changes in the world and the laws. "
"My Lord, are you referring to a lost Authority?"
Angor nodded. When he was experimenting with the "Dispel" model of the green runes, he gave the dream wasteland an authority. However, he didn't know what it was yet. He could only hope that the dream wasteland would change on its own.
Freud fell into deep thought. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something. "I don't see any major changes, but there's one thing that I'm not sure if it counts as a change."
"What is it?"
"Sir, did you do anything to relieve yourself in the dream wasteland? Or should I say, physiological metabolism?"
Angor was speechless.
Freud noticed that Angor was looking at him in silence and cleared his throat. "I mean, like going to the bathroom or something."
Angor remained silent for a while and shook his head.
"Me, Sunny, and Alda didn't either." Freud paused for a moment before he continued, "But everyone who died in the real world can still eat, drink, and sleep here."
Freud, Sunny, and Alda were all dead. However, they entered the dream wasteland as dead souls, and they could leave as dead souls. Therefore, there was a clear difference between him and other people who only retained their consciousness and spiritual light.
"So you're saying that people who become Dream Wasteland residents have their physiological metabolism?"
"That's right." Freud nodded.
"Do they have any desires?"
"Yes. Basically, they have all kinds of physiological desires in the dream wasteland."
Angor considered. "Maybe it's something unique to Dream Wasteland residents, and it has nothing to do with the lost authority?"
Freud shook his head. "I can't say for sure. But that's all I can see."
"Let's keep watching then."
Freud asked, "Then should we increase the number of living people we send into the city?"
Apart from Jon, everyone else who had entered the city had died in the real world. That was why Freud said that.
Angor shook his head. "I don't think I should do that before I gain control of the core authority."
Angor asked Freud to leave. He was thinking about the future of the dream wasteland. He allowed Freud to bring these people into the city so that he could gather more data to determine whether Jon was fit to live in the wasteland.
But what about the future? What should he do about the dream wasteland?
Angor considered for a moment.
If Jon stayed in the dream wasteland as a Dream Wasteland resident, Angor would develop a more diverse society so that Jon wouldn't feel lonely.
Angor planned to use the dream wasteland as a long-term research project. He could conduct experiments in the real world as well as research on "infinite alchemy".
As for whether he should let other supernaturals into the dream wasteland … he didn't have a plan yet. Just like how he divided the authority, he would think about that later.
…
When Angor left Firmament Tower, he saw a group of looters carrying boxes and other goods.
A few of them were carrying wooden wine barrels. The fragrant aroma of the wine made the surrounding people unconsciously take a deep breath.
"I think it's rum made from rye. I want a sip." Someone smacked his lips.
"Let's see if the higher-ups are willing to give us more next time. I know how to make wine too. But I don't think I can find any ingredients or tools in the city. "
Angor listened to the man's words carefully.
Most of the food and water in Foundation City came from the real world through the Dream Whelk. He never thought that the food and water could actually be used to supply the Dream Wasteland residents.
"I guess I'll have to solve the food problem later."
Angor wasn't too worried about the food and water problem, but he had to figure out a long-term solution.
As he pondered, he arrived at the Ocean Theater.
He had sensed that Jon was currently in the Ocean Theater.
As soon as he entered the theater, he saw Alda sitting in front of a piano with a sad look while Jon taught him some basic piano skills. Sunny was sitting on a platform on the stage, humming a song while looking at Alda with a big smile.
Alda scratched his cheeks and looked like he was about to cry. This reminded Angor of himself when he was young. Jon used to treat him the same way. Jon knew that Alda wasn't a talented musician, but he still forced Alda to learn one or two songs.
When Alda was about to cry again, he suddenly turned around and saw Angor as his savior. "Mister Padt is here!"
Puzzled, Jon turned around and saw Angor sitting under the stage.
He was about to greet Angor when he heard a noise behind him. When he turned around, he saw Alda hiding behind the curtain, trying to escape from the backstage.
Jon looked at the time and saw that Alda had been practicing for more than three hours. He said, "Alright, Sunny and Alda, you two rest first. Come again next time."
Sunny smiled while Alda mumbled, "There won't be a next time. There won't be a next time. I'm not coming back …"
When Sunny and Alda left, Angor approached them. "Tsk, tsk. Alda was such a cute kid. Look at him now …"
Jon grinned. "Don't you think he's cuter when he's crying?"
Angor didn't know what to say.
Angor gave Jon a doubtful look. Don't tell me this is the reason why Jon forced me to practice when I was young?
Angor didn't ask, but he had a feeling that the answer was yes.
Angor shook off Jon's prank and asked in a serious tone, "Professor, what do you think of your life in Foundation City these days?"
"Not bad. Without the suppression of the world's consciousness, it's like I've been reborn. The Wizarding World is indeed mysterious. I've never thought of such a world that exists between dreams and reality. "
Seeing that Jon agreed with his life in Foundation City, Angor finally revealed his true intention. "Professor, do you mind if I let someone else treat your body?"
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