Chapter 1445 Frost's Aspirations <TOC> Chapter 1447 The Power System
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Frost, with a smirk on his face, remarked, “It seems that if you can’t discern it, then this gateway might just be a slip of the World Will.” He chuckled to himself after speaking.
Angel recognized that Frost was easily amused, yet he couldn’t grasp the humor in that statement. All he could do was to offer a polite and slight upturn of his lips in response.
Having enjoyed his moment of mirth, Frost didn’t continue that line of thought but shifted the conversation, saying, “Speaking of which, you’re already a formal wizard now. The path to true knowledge isn’t far off for you. Have you not considered venturing into the Source World?”
Angel’s response remained in the negative. He had considered it, but certainly not for now.
“Fair enough,” Frost conceded, not pressing further. “We previously touched upon the topic of Mysterious Objects but never concluded. Care to pick up where we left off?”
Angel was naturally inclined to do so. Previously, Frost had only explained the controllable and uncontrollable aspects of the Mysterious Objects, but they hadn’t delved into the distribution of their power levels.
However, just as Angel was about to nod in agreement, footsteps echoed from outside the hall.
A slender and fair hand delicately parted the entrance curtain. In came Sanders, dressed in impeccable gentleman’s attire.
Raising an eyebrow, Frost commented, “It seems our discussion will have to wait for another time.”
Frost understood that for Angel, freshly elevated in his realm, the most valuable guidance would be from his dedicated mentor. Although Frost could provide insights, it would be out of place, especially with Angel’s actual mentor present.
Standing up, Frost said, “I’ll be around here for a while. When you have some free time, come find me.”
With that, Frost made his way to his quarters.
After watching Frost’s figure completely vanish, Sanders turned to Angel, remarking, “I thought you’d take some time to reflect, but you’ve emerged quicker than I expected. It seems your self-control is even more outstanding than I’d imagined.”
“I know what you want to ask. Come with me.”
As Angel stood, a peculiar spatial passage instantly materialized before him.
A moment of bewilderment passed over Angel, and he swiftly realized that this passage likely led to the Gravity Garden. However, during previous trips there with Sanders, Angel had always felt powerless to resist. But now, as the passage opened up before him, a fleeting thought crossed his mind: Could he possibly resist this time?
While the notion of resistance crossed his mind, Angel knew he wouldn’t genuinely act on it.
Instead, succumbing to the gravitational pull, he found himself in a familiar open-air library.
Just as Angel materialized, the rustling of whispers reached his ears from a distance.
Turning, he spotted the source of the noise emanating from a three-story tower constructed of Soul Soothing Stone adjacent to the library. Behind a window at the tower’s top, a long-haired woman gazed in his direction.
“Mandara,” Angel whispered her name softly.
Although Isabelle had entrusted Mandara to Angel, Mandara was a unique soul. Angel was uncertain if placing her within the Cathedral of the Dead would restrict her fully, especially with Tulas’s soul present. If Mandara’s peculiar abilities could influence other souls, she might potentially hide within Tulas’s soul, creating complications.
Consequently, Angel temporarily placed her within Sanders’ Gravity Garden.
Perhaps due to being isolated for several days, the vengeful aura surrounding Mandara had diminished, though her expression remained frigid. Upon laying eyes on Angel, she gave him a cold glance and then turned away.
“Even though she has transitioned from a ghost to a soul, given her resentment towards Black Castle, she won’t feel grateful towards you. How do you plan to accommodate her?” Sanders’s voice echoed from behind.
Angel turned around and saw that Sanders had already taken a seat at the desk, and a chair magically floated over, suspending itself in front of Angel.
“Getting her to speak is proving quite the challenge,” Angel mused, sitting down, a contemplative look in his eyes. He needed to delve deeper into the Prelude of Reincarnation, hoping that Mandara would reveal information about her half-ghost state. Yet given her current state, she was evidently not inclined to disclose anything.
Angel pondered for a long while, unable to come up with an effective solution. He couldn’t forcibly extract information, nor could he cultivate a bond with her daily, waiting for her to warm up to him, then circle back to studying the half-ghost matter. That would be far too cumbersome, and Angel wasn’t keen on wasting time.
“If you can’t think of a better approach, I might have a suggestion for you,” Sanders offered.
Angel looked over, awaiting Sanders’s proposition.
“Isabelle has granted you the rights over Mandara. In some respects, she’s somewhat of an asset to you,” Sanders paused, “Considering this, why not treat her like Tulas and cast her into the Wilderness of Dreams?”
Send Mandara to the Wilderness of Dreams? Angel was momentarily taken aback. While introducing her to the dream realm wasn’t an issue, what made Sanders put forth such a proposal?
As Angel considered this perspective, a spark of realization flashed in his mind.
He began to grasp the essence of Sanders’s suggestion.
Sanders’s proposition of sending Mandara into the Wilderness of Dreams was similar to the strategy he had discarded earlier — to forge an emotional bond with Mandara!
While Angel didn’t have the luxury of time to nurture a relationship with Mandara daily, the inhabitants of Initial Heart City certainly could!
Analyzing the life experiences of Mandara, she spent a significant portion of her life in the Guman royal house. Though a princess, her existence was stifling. Later, she was framed by the elder princess, tarnished with disgrace, and ultimately reduced to slavery. The depths of the suffering she endured during that time is unknown to many. She was eventually sold to Black Castle, where she was brutally bled and tortured.
Setting aside the tragic trajectory of Mandara’s life, focusing merely on the missing pieces of her life’s puzzle:
She lacked emotions, social connections, and a distinct identity grounded in acknowledgment and necessity.
To compensate for these missing fragments in Mandara’s life, the simplest solution would be to place her in a nurturing environment, allowing her to gradually transform.
Had Mandara still been alive, this would have been relatively easy. Just find a city with a positive atmosphere, and let Mandara adapt to it.
But she is no more.
Is there a kind city for souls? Perhaps there is, but Angel is unaware of its location.
For Mandara, the best option at present might be the Wilderness of Dreams. Angel might not be able to bring about a voluntary change in her, but the ambient environment of that place could potentially influence her, gradually transforming her character.
With this in mind, Angel nodded in agreement, “Indeed, this might be a way.”
Sanders said, “Then later, send her into the Wilderness of Dreams. There’s no need to pay special attention to her. Let her grow organically; perhaps it’s for the best.”
Angel shared the sentiment, believing that genuine change often stems from subtle influences. Any forced intervention might have the opposite of the intended effect.
Having decided on Mandara’s destination for the foreseeable future, Sanders finally addressed the main issue.
“After all this time, you’ve ascended to the realm of a formal wizard,” Sanders paused thoughtfully. “So, can you tell me The Difference Between an Apprentice and a Formal Wizard?”
What Angel sought to understand were the intricacies and responsibilities that came with becoming a wizard.
Sanders’s sudden inquiry caught Angel slightly off-guard, and he sensed an underlying motive to the question.
Pondering for a moment, Angel responded, “In terms of their energy attributes, soul’s essence, and bodily bloodlines, apprentices and formal wizards operate on entirely different levels — it’s like comparing two separate worlds.”
Angel had heard of wizards who disassociated themselves entirely from the human race, arrogantly labeling humans as “foolish,” exhibiting a sense of superiority. He once found such sentiments ludicrous, but now, having become a formal wizard himself and feeling that stark difference, he somewhat understood their perspective… However, understanding didn’t mean he empathized or agreed with it.
Just by this distinction alone, it’s evident that apprentices and formal wizards are as different as night and day, belonging to two vastly distinct groups.
“Indeed, those are some differences. But in your opinion, what’s the most significant difference?” Sanders further inquired.
“The most significant difference…” Angel contemplated briefly before answering, “Perhaps it’s the perception and interpretation of the world.”
Though Angel had recently transitioned to a formal wizard, he realized that the world he now saw was wholly different from before.
As a mere mortal, Angel’s focus was on tangible, physical entities — like mountains, streams, trees, houses, and so on.
However, upon stepping into the Wizarding World and becoming an apprentice, Angel’s attention expanded beyond just the physical world. He began to perceive and interact with the realm of energies — like primal magical forces, mental energies, elemental particles, and the like.
And now, as a full-fledged wizard, Angel’s vision had evolved yet again.
He began to perceive, or perhaps discern, some very intrinsic essence.
Zooming out, Angel could see profound depths, like a vibrant and stable web woven from primordial magic. On a microscopic level, Angel could sense the very foundation of energy. If he delved deeper, he might even glimpse the plane’s crystalline barrier hidden layers beneath these foundations.
During his time in the meditation chamber, Angel didn’t just calm his restless spirit. He observed this “new” world, a realm starkly different from what he’d seen as an apprentice.
The more he observed, the more he became entranced.
Angel understood why many wizards would often remain secluded in their towers for years on end. The world was simply captivating, its ever-shifting nature continually inspiring.
If it weren’t for his need to understand the nuances of being a wizard, Angel might still be in that chamber, lost in this alternative universe.
Upon hearing Angel’s answer, Sanders nodded approvingly, “You’re right. The interpretation of the world does mark a significant difference.”
“But it’s not the full picture.”
“Let me share my perspective,” Sanders paused, “I believe the major distinction between an apprentice and a formal wizard is——”
“The difference in power systems.”
Chapter 1445 Frost's Aspirations <TOC> Chapter 1447 The Power System