Chapter 1313 An Illogical Existence <TOC> Chapter 1315 Sever
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Suis approached the cage as soon as he saw Sanders awaken.
From a superior vantage point, Sanders regarded Rolando with a contemplative gaze.
Even when facing Sanders, Rolando’s lips curled into a mocking smirk, paired with a resentful and sinister glare.
Moving forward, Suis dispelled the silence barrier of the cage and inquired, “Lord Phantom Master, have you made any discoveries?”
With serene composure, Sanders responded, “During my false slumber, a possibility occurred to me. I need to verify my hypothesis.”
“A possibility?” Suis was slightly puzzled, unsure of Sanders’ implication. Nevertheless, he refrained from probing further, silently observing Sanders’ next move.
Sanders extended his fingers, and countless illusion nodes cascaded from their tips, radiating like a multicolored spectrum, instantly enveloping Rolando within their embrace.
Sensing the familiar pulsations of the illusion magic, Suis frowned, “Is this… an illusionary hypnotism?”
They had previously attempted numerous times to mentally interfere with Rolando using illusions, but to no avail. Suis was perplexed as to why Sanders would try again.
Minutes later, as Suis had anticipated, the illusionary hypnosis proved ineffective.
With a lifted head, Rolando wore a taunting grin, “Did you believe that repetitively wielding the same illusion would reveal a flaw? Futile efforts, even for a wizard of true knowledge.”
Mocking laughter echoed all around.
Sanders, however, remained unflustered. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth rose, as if something had been affirmed.
He stepped out of the cage, heading once more to the edge of the Geometric Lock.
“Lord Phantom Master?” Suis intended to inquire about Sanders’ behavior, but the words died on his lips. As Rolando had mentioned earlier, they had previously attempted to mentally interfere with Rolando numerous times, hoping to find a weakness. However, they found nothing. Could it be that Sanders was merely testing the waters on a whim?
“I’ve come across something; let me ponder upon it,” Sanders said, his tone nonchalant.
Without waiting for a response from Suis, Sanders sat down, establishing an isolation barrier around himself, appearing to be lost in deep contemplation.
Suis didn’t genuinely believe that Sanders had discovered anything; he thought it might be an offhand comment. However, the pose Sanders assumed signaled a clear ‘do not disturb,’ as if he was genuinely engrossed in thought.
Turning his gaze, Suis looked at Rolando, who appeared cold and distant in the cage, and sighed deeply.
Hopefully, Sanders really uncovers something…
In the Wilderness of Dreams, there stood Initial Heart City.
Sanders’ figure emerged as if stepping out from a mirror, materializing from nothingness. Without any obstruction from the Gate of Dreams, he crossed the Dream Bridge, returning to where he had left.
Inside a mansion that bore an aristocratic flair, in front of him, there lay an exquisite tea set. The tea inside the cup still steamed delicately.
Angel sat on the other side of the table, her eyes full of curiosity as she gazed at him, “Mentor, have you found anything?”
“I tried once more, and during my mental intervention with Rolando, I indeed felt a hint of anomaly,” a glint flashed in Sanders’ eyes as he recalled the strange force he had felt earlier, trying to articulate his experience. “It is genuinely a mysterious power. This mysterious power intertwines with Rolando’s consciousness, and it’s surrounded by an abundance of negative energy. It’s like a nexus of this negative energy, but it resides deep within the sea of consciousness…”
“… I suspect it has culminated in the formation of a second personality, entirely made up of this negative energy.”
Sanders’ deduction was consistent with his prior speculations: this secondary personality might very well be the construct of mysterious power.
Even if this alternate persona arose due to the Mysterious Object, Angel remained perplexed by Sanders’ inference. What significance does this realization hold?
“What’s the significance?” Sanders began with a chuckle. “Given our supposition that his secondary personality is the product of this mysterious power, we can tentatively designate his primary personality as the dominant one.”
He paused briefly before continuing in a soft tone, “Do you believe the primary personality has been influenced by this mysterious power?”
Angel hesitated. Assuming the second personality is the manifestation of mysterious power, its essence, as previously praised effusively by Sanders is——relative perfection.
As for Rolando’s primary personality, even without direct engagement, Angel could deduce that it inevitably possesses some imperfections. These aren’t unique to Rolando but are inherent human frailties or deficiencies that everyone grapples with.
If there were no flaws, there wouldn’t be an urgent need for the secondary persona to supersede the primary.
Angel was well aware that when confronted with mental intervention or probing into the depths of one’s soul, the primary personality would undoubtedly reveal something. Otherwise, a shift in dominance wouldn’t be feasible.
Thus, Sanders’ question finds its resolution: if the dominant personality still harbors deficiencies, then its susceptibility to mysterious influences is arguably minimal.
Sanders stated, “Due to the augmentation of the mysterious power, the secondary persona is formidable. Hence, our focus should pivot to the primary one.”
Yet Angel was left pondering the correlation. The conundrum had come full circle — how to unearth the primary personality submerged deep within Rolando’s consciousness?
“All I elucidated earlier sets the stage,” Sanders suddenly stood up, striding to the room’s edge where an ornate, dimly lit oil lamp stood.
Sanders extinguished the lamp, draining its oil.
It was a bottle of pure oil, still in a liquid form.
Perplexed by Angel’s expression, Sanders poured the oil into a glass filled with water. The clear amber oil and water naturally separated into two distinct layers.
“Just as this water and oil, though co-existing, remain distinct and separate,” Sanders mused, “his primary persona and secondary one are also Clearly Distinct. They’re entirely different entities. If we can pinpoint their differences, we may unearth his primary self.”
“Didn’t what I mention earlier already highlight a difference?”
Sanders’s words brought sudden clarity to Angel. Rolando’s second persona possesses mysterious power, whereas the first remains untainted by this mysterious power. This is the point of difference!
Now, the consideration is: How to trace back to the primary persona starting from this distinct point?
“One is intertwined with the mysterious, while the other is a mundane persona, devoid of any mysterious power,” Angel murmured to himself. Suddenly, an idea dawned on him: “The Wilderness of Dreams?”
In reality, it’s challenging to segregate Rolando’s dual personas. But, what about in the Wilderness of Dreams?
Previously, Angel tried to drag the servants from the underground wine cellar into the Wilderness of Dreams. However, due to the mysterious power from the Scarlet Sovereignty lurking in their mental space, they couldn’t enter the Wilderness of Dreams.
This situation mirrors Rolando’s secondary persona. As it’s imbued with mysterious power, it will undoubtedly be repelled by the Wilderness of Dreams. Yet, would the ordinary consciousness of his primary persona face the same resistance?
Angel surmised that the answer could very well be: No.
If they can indeed utilize the Wilderness of Dreams to separate the two personas, it would vastly expand their potential course of action!
“Indeed, using the Wilderness of Dreams’ inability to accommodate the arcane, we can differentiate Rolando’s two personas,” Sanders affirmed, “but there remains a question: can the Wilderness of Dreams truly accommodate it?”
Personality, when seen from a particular viewpoint, is the sum total of self-awareness. And the Wilderness of Dreams houses the spiritual light of consciousness. At first listen, it appears to be able to accommodate it, but the specifics remain shrouded in mystery.
“No matter if it can be contained or not, a direct test will do the trick. If the intruder is not what we seek, with the dual powers of the Gate of Dreams and the Gatekeeper, I can promptly give him the boot,” Angel paused, “It will also serve as an apt trial to see if Mentor can indeed guide someone into the Wilderness of Dreams.”
Since Sanders himself can cross into the Wilderness of Dreams through the nightmare Dream Entry spell, Angel is almost convinced that Sanders can guide others there as well.
However, without tangible data, it all boils down to mere conjecture; only a test will clear the air.
Sanders nodded in agreement, his silhouette began to blur and in no time, he vanished from the room.
Back in reality, Sanders awoke from his false slumber.
Suis refrained from inquiring about Sanders’ findings, fearing a negative response might put Sanders in an awkward position.
Unexpectedly, Sanders approached him, “I have an assumption, but it requires a test.”
Sanders halted mid-sentence. Suis was initially inclined to offer assistance, but something in Sanders’ demeanor spoke volumes.
“I’ll await outside the Geometric Lock,” discerning Sanders’ need for privacy, Suis nodded and took his leave.
In Suis’ mind, Sanders’ insistence on solitude perhaps hinted at a concealed trump card. While curiosity tugged at Suis, he would never pry. Instead, he felt a tinge of relief; if Sanders indeed played a card close to his chest, it might just turn the tables.
Inside the Geometric Lock, only Sanders and the imprisoned Rolando remained.
Rolando had indeed heard what Sanders had to say, but he dismissed Sanders’ “notion” much like one might regard the antics of a jester, casting a jesting gaze upon Sanders.
At that moment, Sanders whispered, “Are you a personality created by the Mysterious Object?”
Rolando’s expression remained unchanged, but there seemed to be a fleeting glimmer, an almost undetectable shimmer, in the depths of his eyes.
Sanders caught this subtle shift. With a hint of a smile playing on his lips, he said no more, but instead extended his hand toward Rolando, and in an instant, a strange power enveloped Rolando.
“A trick from the dream school?” Rolando burst into laughter, “Is this the ‘idea’ you spoke of? Sadly, it has no effect on me.”
Sanders looked serenely at Rolando, “Are you sure about that?”
Taken aback, Rolando paused for a moment, as if coming to a realization, and his demeanor shifted abruptly.
Chapter 1313 An Illogical Existence <TOC> Chapter 1315 Sever