The magician Daniel watched in horror as the whole world slowly collapsed in front of him. The magnificent Arcane Spire, the unparalleled Magic Palace, the free and unrestrained world full of light and hope silently collapsed in front of him, and a terrifying consciousness was rapidly descending in front of him.
Descending before him was just an illusion. Daniel, who had a deep understanding of the occult of the mind, knew what the real truth was. His mind had been invaded, and the invader had reached an unimaginably powerful level. Daniel had constructed illusions and decoys in his mind that could block prying and encrypt memories, but the intruder seemed to have completely disregarded those defensive measures and directly broke through everything. In that short second, he only felt that his brain was forcefully stuffed with an incomparably huge torrent of information that he could not resist at all.
Under the impact of such a huge amount of information, all the mental barriers and memory buffers were useless.
With only a trace of sanity left, Daniel remembered the information that was announced in the mental network not long ago, the information about the 'extraterrestrial wanderers', and the information about the bishop of the Eternal Rest who died in the hands of the extraterrestrial wanderers. He realized what the huge amount of information in his mind that could not be processed by the human brain was, and when he realized all this, his first reaction was to immediately cut off the network.
His mind quickly jumped between the mental network and the real world. In a lucky, less than a millisecond, he saw his own magic laboratory at the border of Typhon. The clumsy female apprentice was processing samples next to the experiment table not far away. He used all his strength to raise his hand, but in the next moment, he found himself back in the collapsing dream world.
The surrounding buildings were still slowly collapsing, and the pedestrians in the city were like abstract oil paintings dissolving in the air. The old sorcerer squeezed out the last bit of air in his lungs and shouted, "He's in the network —"
But his shout was just an illusion in his mind. In fact, he was just standing there in a daze. A voice exploded in his mind. "Stand there and don't move. I've got you!"
After this sentence, the surrounding scene finally changed completely.
The glorious City of Dreams had disappeared, and there was only a boundless expanse of water in his field of vision. Strange metal platforms stood on the water surface one after another. A sky without any celestial bodies covered the sky above the water. Countless huge geometric images were constantly changing and recombining in the sky, forming all kinds of incomprehensible scenes. And the master of this world, a man with light blond short hair, stood quietly in front of him.
It was the face of Charlie I, the founder of the Kingdom of Ansu. In the 'Eternal Dream', many people liked to shape themselves into this image, but the old sorcerer knew that this' Charlie I 'in front of him was more terrifying than any of the Eternal Sleepers.
"Extraterritorial wanderer …" he muttered to himself.
"To be honest, I don't like the name you gave me. It sounds very awkward," Gwen said as he looked at the old sorcerer in front of him. Before this person was dragged in, his image was a middle-aged man in a starry magic robe, holding a gem staff, and a dignified and calm temperament. But in this' Crevice World 'that only followed the rules set by Gwen, the outsider's disguise was forcibly removed. He was just a skinny old man in a black sorcerer's robe. "Your name is Daniel … Interesting. You're from Typhon, aren't you?"
"How do you know …" The old sorcerer's eyes widened in shock at first, but then he realized that it was stupid to have doubts on this question. Facing an extraterritorial wanderer, how much resistance could a human's mind have?
But in fact, Gwen did not know much. He could use his powerful memory to destroy the mental defenses of most of the Eternal Sleepers, or use the loopholes in the mental network he set to isolate an Eternal Sleeper from the main network and pull him into an abnormal data space. But reading memories was a more profound and more complicated operation. He had the knowledge in this aspect, but he was still far from proficient.
He just read the surface of the old sorcerer's memory, and there were already many interesting things in that surface memory.
The old man named Daniel was a sorcerer before he became a follower of the Eternal Sleepers. He was also a member of the Mage Guild in the capital of Typhon.
It was normal for cultists to recruit new members, from the poor civilians to the spiritually empty nobles. Back then, Viscountess Lilith of Kant was bewitched by the cultists and went astray, and Bard Wendell, a follower of All Things Apocalypse, was almost the same. But as far as Gwen knew, there were very few sorcerers who degenerated into cultists. This was because sorcerers had a special worldview and belief system. They were already users of supernatural powers, so it was difficult for them to be bewitched by supernatural powers. Secondly, they had a broad belief in the Goddess of Magic, Mirmina, which was considered the source of all magic. If a sorcerer really decided to believe in something, wouldn't it be better to believe in a Goddess of Magic than a bunch of lunatics?
But after reading Daniel's surface memory, Gwen realized that if an old sorcerer had reached the end of the path of magic and had reached a dead end, and at the same time, he had a weakness in his will that could be exploited … then it was not impossible for him to indulge in dreams.
In terms of "making up for the regrets brought by the real world", the Eternal Sleepers really had a great advantage.
On the other hand, the old sorcerer Daniel finally regained his composure after the initial panic. He had secretly tried to escape from this place or cast some spells, but he found that he was completely trapped here, and even his mental power seemed to be frozen. In this spiritual realm, mind control meant that everything was over. Even if there was a destructive power outside, he could not fight against the ruler of dreams. So he decisively chose to protect himself and tried to lower his posture. "You … What do you want from me …"
Sorcerers were a pragmatic group, and this would not change under any circumstances. Daniel would not force himself to do anything in this situation, especially after he knew that the person in front of him was an "extraterrestrial wanderer", an indescribable thing that probably did not have human emotions.
Since this "wanderer" had not killed him yet, it meant that he had value to continue living. He had to keep himself alive.
"What do you want from me …" Gwen touched his chin and thought seriously. "To be honest, I really haven't thought about it … Bringing you here is actually just an experiment. I don't see any other value in you. Or rather, what do you think you can give me? "
Just an experiment …
The old sorcerer's heart sank. The situation was beginning to develop in a bad direction.
He was regarded as an experimental subject, just like the animals that he had thrown to Apprentice Mary to deal with.
Was this the real attitude of an "extraterrestrial wanderer" when looking at humans?
Gwen did not let the old sorcerer continue to speculate. Although it seemed to be very interesting, Gwen did not come online for fun this time. After confirming that this Typhon man named Daniel could recognize reality, he waved his hand and said, "Well, relax a little. We can sit down and talk."
A small round table and two chairs appeared out of thin air on the mirror-like surface of the water. Gawain was the first to sit down. After a brief moment of hesitation, Daniel cautiously sat down as well. However, he still did not dare to relax at all as he watched Gawain's every move.
"How long have you been an Eternal Sleeper?"
Daniel was stunned for a moment. He did not expect this non-human existence to really start a conversation with him, but he quickly replied, "I came into contact with them more than ten years ago."
"Because you encountered a problem in your magic research in the real world?" Gwen looked at the old sorcerer in front of him with a half-smile. "Indulging in dreams is not the way to solve problems."
"… Mortals are a kind of creatures limited by talent." The old sorcerer shook his head bitterly. "My talent has led me to the end of the path of truth early on."
"Is the Eternal Sleeper a kind of redemption for you?"
"… Perhaps you can say so."
"Interesting." Gwen gently knocked on the table. "Then I would like to know, if there was a greater redemption in front of you, would you betray the Eternal Sleeper?"
Daniel looked at Gwen in a daze, seemingly at a loss.
"I need a servant," Gawain said with a smile, deliberately trying to make himself look mysterious. Since the Eternal Sleepers who had a lot of tricks up their sleeves had created a rather interesting persona for him, he did not mind using it. "I'm not omniscient and omnipotent. There are many things that I can't do myself. So, I've chosen you."
In fact, it was a random choice.
"Chose … me?" The old sorcerer said hesitantly. "What do you want me to do?"
"Be my eyes and ears in Typhon, and among the Eternal Sleepers." Gwen said as he stared into the old sorcerer's eyes. "Of course, you will also receive an equal reward in the process. I am a person who follows the principle of equivalent exchange."
Although Daniel didn't expect to get more benefits from this encounter other than "survival," he still subconsciously asked, "You mean … reward?"
"For you, it may be a greater redemption." Gwen smiled. "It is knowledge, knowledge that can allow you to continue on the path of truth."
Daniel's breath stopped.
…
Mary stared nervously at her mentor's movements. She had been in this position for a long time.
After that strange sentence, the tutor seemed to have been petrified. His whole body was frozen in place with a horrified expression on his face. She wanted to go forward and push him or scream, but in the end, she resisted the impulse. Her tutor was most likely affected by the backlash of magic. It was not a good idea to rashly touch him at this time.
However, no matter how she checked the blood-red runic circles around her, she could not find any trace of the magic going out of control.
Should she call in the other apprentices? Should she call in the old butler? Or … should she take this opportunity to remove the shackles on her neck?
Countless thoughts — nervous and terrifying — clashed violently in the mind of the low-level sorceress. She felt her hands and feet begin to tremble. The impulse to risk everything was gradually gaining the upper hand. But just before she made the worst decision, she saw her mentor's eyes suddenly blink.
This made her almost scream out loud.
The old sorcerer in the black robe finally woke up. His stiff muscles slowly recovered, and his cloudy eyes became clear again. He saw the female student standing in front of him, and the latter looked nervous and frightened.
The old sorcerer did not know how long he had been unconscious, but the student obviously did not run away.
Mary said in a trembling voice, "Mentor … you … are you okay?"
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