Angor was about to leave.
But before he could leave, Alda suddenly retreated from the dream wasteland and hurried to Freud's side. He shouted, "Young Master Dissen, something bad has happened!"
Something's wrong? Angor stopped walking and looked at Alda.
Under Freud's puzzled gaze, Alda explained what happened.
Both Angor and Freud frowned at the same time.
According to Alda, there were two people who had a grudge against each other when they were still alive. When they met again in Origin City, they clashed, and during the collision, one of their consciousness completely dissipated.
According to Freud's research, people who were killed in the dream wasteland would lose their consciousness completely. However, this effect seemed to be limited to those who had already died in the real world and only had their consciousness left. For the living, when they received a certain amount of damage in the dream wasteland, they would wake up from the dream out of shock.
Freud already knew this would happen. He even organized a team of guards to protect the wasteland.
But it still happened today.
This was not the most serious thing. The man immediately ran away after committing the crime. In the process of running away, some people tried to stop him. He relied on his outstanding skills and killed several people.
"Where is he now?" Freud frowned.
Alda said anxiously, "He's still running! He broke through the guards and got out of the city! "
"I see." Freud frowned. There weren't many people in Foundation City in the first place. Now that someone was dead, he couldn't be happy about it.
Besides, Angor was the one who allowed him to do it, and now something like this happened. And right in front of Angor's eyes.
"Sir, I'll go get him now." With that, Freud prepared to enter the dream wasteland using his recorder.
Angor stopped him. "Hold on. Take these."
Angor took out some weapons from his bracelet. These were the weapons he used to practice in his early days. At the same time, he took out some scrolls and used the Dream Whelk to locate the dream wasteland.
"Later, I will directly throw you into the location where these things are placed. Remember to get them."
Freud nodded and entered the dream wasteland.
While waiting for Freud to chase after the murderer, Angor fell into deep thought.
Such factors were common even in a stable society, let alone in a place like Foundation City that didn't even have a proper social structure yet.
He wasn't worried about Jon's safety. When he learned that Jon's consciousness was about to be destroyed, he gave Jon a lot of defensive items, most of which were passive ones. Mortals in the dream wasteland wouldn't even be able to break through them.
However, even though Jon was safe, there had to be a solution to this unstable factor.
A while later, Freud returned from the dream wasteland with a gloomy look on his face.
"I've already scattered that guy's spiritual light. But when he was alive, he was a high-level knight and his combat skills were very powerful. I could barely handle it. If it wasn't for the weapons you gave me, sir, "Freud's words. Freud's words were a bit flattering, but he was right. After all, he was not a Bloodline Master. His melee combat skills were almost the same as a high-order knight's, but his battle awareness was a bit better. Without the help of alchemy weapons, a battle of attrition was possible.
Freud sighed. "I guess I'll have to limit the strength of my followers before I can use my superpowers in the dream wasteland."
In fact, Freud could also bring a group of powerful mortals into Foundation City to maintain order. All he needed to do was to sign a contract. However, such a contract required a powerful consciousness as a witness. It would be a waste to use it on mortals.
"From now on, we need to set up a proper punishment system. That's our top priority."
Freud sighed. "I understand. We'll have to use those alchemy items to scare off those bastards."
"You don't have to use alchemy items to scare off the residents. How about this? I'll bring someone with me."
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the top floor of Firmament Tower in Foundation City.
A man wearing a horned helmet appeared beside Angor. The helmet covered most of his face, leaving only half of his chin exposed. Angor had to admit that the man's lips were pink and beautifully shaped. He must be a young man.
His upper body was only wearing a circular breastplate, revealing a large amount of abdominal muscles. Even the pubic hair below his navel could be vaguely seen. His lower body was covered in a primitive leather skirt, while his hairy legs were paired with leather boots.
The man was also tall, but his left leg was missing. It was replaced by a sharp hook.
"Ah, the architectural style here is very beautiful, in line with my aesthetics." The man's voice was slightly surprised. "In the future, will this be my territory?"
"You're just a security officer," Angor said.
"A security officer's job is to patrol his territory. In other words, this is my territory!"
Angor did not want to talk to the idiot. Last time, when this guy was reading Demon's Tide, he confused the story with reality. Angor had already put a question mark on the guy's IQ.
It was Torras, the man Angor ignored for half a year.
Angor decided to keep Torras around so that he could observe the effects of Prelude to Rebirth. Torras didn't say that he felt uncomfortable in the Church of the Deceased, but staying in such a small space for too long would only make him more stupid in the future. Therefore, Angor decided to bring him to the dream wasteland so that he could learn a thing or two from him.
Torras had a strange way of thinking, but he had a good personality. As a legendary pirate mentioned in the book, Torras was strong enough to defeat everyone in Foundation City.
Freud fought Torras before, and Freud would have lost quickly if he didn't use his alchemy items.
Torras' fighting skills were far better than Freud's.
Therefore, it was very suitable for Torras to be the sheriff of this place.
"As a security officer, you need to —" Freud tried to teach Torras how to behave.
But Torras didn't seem to appreciate it. He waved a hand and said, "I know, I know. Isn't it just attacking the factors that cause instability? I'm very good at it! You know, I used to rule over the Eastern Sea. I even killed that legendary pirate, Red Beard! "
"Red Beard wasn't even ten years old when you died," Angor said in a plain tone.
"You're kidding. He was over 30 years old. That's what I read in the book." Torras looked smug. "You can't be wrong."
"That's just a novel," Torras said.
"A novel is a retelling of history!"
Angor didn't see any hesitation in Torras' eyes, which meant Torras really believed the story. Angor sighed in his mind. Fine, I won't argue with an idiot.
"Just do your job well. Also, change your appearance." Angor didn't want to waste any more time and sent Torras away. Torras was just as excited as Freud. It had been a long time since he came into contact with human society, so he quickly jumped down from Heaven's Tower.
Freud was shocked. How could his body withstand the impact of jumping down from the Firmament Tower?
He craned his neck and saw that Torras's eyes were extremely sharp. Every few steps he took, the scythe on his left leg would latch onto a dent in the wall. Despite being weightless in midair, Torras was able to land on the ground without any hindrance. Before landing, Torras did a fancy somersault.
After landing on the ground, Torras flashed a bright smile at Freud and turned his back to Freud.
"He's showing off his skills. He's always been a show-off in history," Angor whispered.
"Can you trust him, sir?" Freud asked worriedly.
Angor only told Freud about Torras' identity. He didn't tell Freud about what happened in the dead space. Freud only knew that Torras was a soul that had been dead for thousands of years.
"He signed a contract with me. You can trust him." As Angor's experiment soul, Torras had signed a contract with Angor a long time ago. "He's a bit eccentric, but I can't deny that he's powerful. Besides, what he said is true. He used to rule over an entire ocean. Becoming a sheriff shouldn't be a problem for him."
Freud didn't press the issue. "I see. But how much does he know about the dream wasteland?"
"Nothing. I only told him that it's an alternate dimension." Torras might be trustworthy, but he wasn't a tight-lipped person. Angor didn't want Torras to spill the beans.
Freud nodded. He already knew what to do with this new sheriff.
With Foundation City taken care of for now, he left the Land of Revelation.
What he didn't know was that Rossum, the vice commander of Ashen Time, was also heading to Freighting Town in a hurry. They just missed each other.
On his way back, Angor kept thinking about something.
"Where do people's consciousnesses go after they disappear from the dream wasteland?"
For example, the people who lost their consciousnesses could be considered as Dream Dwellers or Dream Creatures. What kind of transformation happened to them after they died?
Nothing could disappear for no reason. It had to follow the law of conservation.
When a human died in the real world, it would go through a series of cycles and eventually feed back to nature. So, would people's consciousnesses also feed back to the dream wasteland?
But how would such consciousnesses do that? Also, could they come back together? And if they did, would they still be the same people?
Angor was curious about all these questions. This was not only related to Jon's future, but also the future of the dream wasteland.
Although he seemed to have mastered the dream wilderness, there were still too many mysteries that had yet to be solved. However, he certainly could not figure out the answers now. Hopefully, he would be able to answer these questions in the future when he mastered more Authority.
Three days later, Angor returned to Padt Manor.
The first thing he did was to check on Jon's physical condition. Jon's condition was neither good nor bad, but he didn't want to waste any more time.
In order to solve Jon's problem as soon as possible, Angor decided to pack up and return to Fey Continent.
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