Chapter 1423 Disorder <TOC> Chapter 1425 Effects of Heavenly Coeur Wind
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This is chaos unbridled.
The thought echoed endlessly in Angel’s mind, contemplating the various scenes that Frost had described earlier. Ordinary ghosts, unique souls, legendary spirits, and even the fallen divine spirits were present.
Such a Mysterious and Uncontrollable Object, if you inadvertently step into it, you’ll be ensnared in an endless cycle of reincarnation.
Not everyone is as powerful as Frost, who has managed to navigate through twenty cycles of reincarnation. Many are consumed by the cycle, eventually becoming mere pawns of the reincarnation.
Angel couldn’t help but wonder, if he were to enter this chaotic box of reincarnation, would he be able to exit?
The answer, sadly, was no.
Even with the Prelude of Reincarnation at his disposal, facing legendary ghosts or fallen divine spirits, it would be just a decorative trinket.
Most importantly, this Chaotic Mysterious Object is like a landmine.
Hidden in the shadows, unless you step on it, you’d remain oblivious to the ticking time bomb beneath. Once you do, the consequences are self-explanatory.
According to Frost, such Uncontrolled Objects are not just singular.
They’re scattered across different regions, each activated in its unique way. Once ensnared, there’s virtually no chance of escape, except for individuals like Frost who target these Chaotic Objects, holding the potential to break free.
“Yet, even for Mysterious Hunters, the probability of recovering these Uncontrollable Objects isn’t high,” Frost mused, “Facing the nearly unsolvable Chaotic Objects, running away is the only option; against the utterly unsolvable ones, even escape isn’t possible.”
“Unsolvable Uncontrollable Objects? What are those?” Angel inquired with curiosity.
Reflecting on the Unsolvable Uncontrollable Mysterious Objects, a shadow seemed to cross Frost’s face. There was an unmistakable hint of melancholy and deep-seated pain. After a prolonged silence, he finally replied, “Due to confidentiality agreements, if you were to join the Orderly Guild in the future, you’d naturally come to know these secrets. All I can tell you now is that every one of these Unsolvable Uncontrollable Mysterious Objects has obliterated a Miracle.”
Obliterated a Miracle? Angel took a moment to grasp the implications. After what felt like an eternity, he looked up, disbelief evident in his eyes.
“Obliterated a Miracle? Could it mean…” Angel’s voice quivered with an unnameable emotion.
“You’ve hit the nail on the head,” Frost affirmed, nodding slightly. He whispered, “Let’s change the subject. A wizard’s memory can be too good sometimes, and a mere term can dredge up a myriad of thoughts.”
Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Frost continued, “Speaking of the Rewards granted by the Box of Reincarnation. I mentioned before that my visit to Black Castle is tied to this Uncontrollable Mysterious Object. The main reason is this reward.”
Meeting Angel’s curious gaze, Frost elaborated, “This reward, in truth, isn’t particularly outstanding. In fact, one might say it’s rather lackluster.”
“After navigating through twenty cycles of reincarnation and escaping from the Box of Reincarnation, an additional coordinate embedded itself into my mind.”
“That coordinate leads to Black Castle.”
At this revelation, confusion clouded Angel’s face. Was the reward merely a coordinate? How could that be deemed a reward?
Frost elaborated, “The significance of this coordinate isn’t about the location itself, but rather what the location holds. Do you understand now?”
A momentary pause ensued as Angel recalled a recent conversation where Isabelle had asked Frost if he was here for Princess Guman. Frost had affirmed, stating his intent was indeed related to Mandara. Moreover, he had emphasized, “I came here primarily to verify certain matters. I’ve already found the answers I was seeking.”
Seeking verification and finding answers, at first, Angel didn’t truly grasp what it all meant. Yet, if one considers the reward the Box of Reincarnation bestowed upon Frost, the answer appears to be looming faintly in the background.
“The reward from the Box of Reincarnation is Mandara?!” exclaimed Angel in shock.
Frost replied, “More precisely, it awarded me the coordinates of a unique ghost.”
“After surviving twenty cycles of reincarnation, it only gave me coordinates. This obviously defies the principle of equivalence,” Frost murmured to himself. “However, it can’t be helped. For such an Uncontrollable Mysterious Object to even have a sense of reward is commendable. If successfully reclaimed and handed over to those old-timers in the guild, order may be restored from chaos. Perhaps then they might directly offer a unique ghost…”
Angel’s expression shifted to uncertainty, “Should I then return Mandara to you?”
Frost shook his head, “No need. I’ve said it before; I came to Black Castle solely to validate the reward given by the Box of Reincarnation. I am not a soul-type wizard; I have no need for special ghosts.”
Frost’s refusal gave Angel a small sigh of relief.
He hadn’t yet fully researched many details about Mandara. To give her away just like that would be a reluctant decision.
Now, Angel understood why Frost had appeared in Black Castle. Initially, Isabelle had misunderstood, assuming Frost’s visit was due to Princess Guman and King Guman’s relationship. But that wasn’t the case.
It was all a serendipitous encounter.
However, fate added a touch of unexpected coincidence to this serendipity.
“You asked me earlier if my mission was to confront the catastrophe and then defeat it. You should understand now. Indeed, my task is to confront the disaster, but conquering it is immensely challenging,” Frost sighed deeply. While he was explaining the concept of ‘uncontrollability’ to Angel, he found himself reflecting even more deeply on the matter.
Frost gathered his complex emotions, steering the conversation back on track: “These are the three states in which Mysterious Objects are classified according to their stability. Each classification implies the necessity for a higher level of intervention. However, this only represents the escalated involvement of the Mysterious Hunter, not the innate strength of the Mysterious Object itself.”
Angel nodded, gleaning considerable insights from Frost’s words.
While many of Frost’s topics merely scratched the surface, a more authentic visage of the Wizarding World was unfolding before Angel’s eyes.
All these insights pointed towards the new horizons Angel would soon touch upon and eventually delve into.
Just as Angel was about to follow up on Frost’s narrative, asking, “How is the strength of these Mysterious Objects determined?” Frost preempted him, stating, “Let’s conclude today’s discussion here.”
“In a short while, you’ll have other matters to attend to…” Frost’s last words trailed off, almost as if he was murmuring to himself.
Before Angel could fathom Frost’s intent, Frost stood up, methodically packing away the intricately carved bottle on the table. “The water I gave you earlier is called ‘Black Randi Soft Water.’ Paired with Heavenly Coeur Wind, it works wonders. You’ll find out soon enough.”
After a brief pause, Frost continued, “Emerging from the Box of Reincarnation has left me exhausted. I’ll stay at Black Castle for the time being. I hope you’ll reconsider my earlier proposition. After all, the Southern Region is desolate, and venturing to the Source World offers vast opportunities.”
“If you change your mind before I leave Black Castle, you know where to find me.”
With these final words, Frost turned and departed, leaving a perplexed Angel behind.
…
Collecting his thoughts, Angel took out his notebook, documenting every detail of his conversation with Frost, ——one by one.
After completing the recordings, Angel intends to first check on how Popoca and Sparrow Blossom are chatting in the bracelet, then search for his mentor and meet Mandara trapped in the Gravity Garden…
Angel had made impeccable plans, yet unexpected situations always seem to arise ahead of time.
He was about to extend a mental tendril from his sea of consciousness, but before he could open an exit within this sea, a sensation of spasming suddenly spread throughout his body.
Without any warning, Angel bowed down and collapsed onto the couch. He was trembling slightly, with veins bulging on his forehead as if suppressing something.
He felt as if his sea of consciousness was about to explode, with waves of mental fluctuations, reminiscent of tidal patterns, rising and falling.
It wasn’t just his sea of consciousness; this painful condition spread to other parts of him.
When Angel felt unwell, sudden footsteps echoed by his ear.
“Are you alright?” A deep, husky voice conveyed a hint of urgency.
The visitor was none other than Sanders, impeccably dressed as always.
Not long ago, Frost had sent a message to Sanders to check on Angel’s situation. Sanders was momentarily stunned before quickly heading out.
What he saw left Sanders taken aback.
Angel was trembling all over, his forehead’s veins protruding, and a suppressed energy radiated from him, resembling the precursor to some form of energy going berserk.
“What happened? Did someone do something to you?” Sanders asked while activating his Eye of True Sight to assess Angel’s condition.
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