Chapter 1563 Drama Shadow Box <TOC> Chapter 1565 Abnormal Affairs Team Investigation Report
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Gloria gently touched Toby, who was hanging as an accessory on her shoulder, and said to Sanders, “As soon as Angel returned last night, he gave Toby to me and secluded himself. He said he’s preparing to transplant Morphing Softworm skin.”
As she said this, Gloria glanced back at the wall clock; the time pointed to exactly noon. “According to the schedule, he should be done by now, shouldn’t he?”
“Started last night?” Sanders was taken aback for a moment. He slowly walked to the wall clock, stared at the time for a while, and then turned around to sit on the sofa.
Gloria looked at Sanders with a puzzled expression, “Why, do you need to speak with him?”
Sanders nodded, “Indeed, there are some matters to discuss with him.”
However, Sanders didn’t elaborate on what exactly those matters were. As an outsider, Gloria felt it wasn’t her place to inquire further. It seemed the conversation had reached its natural end. Gloria thought about diverting to another topic to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, but Sanders was mostly silent. No matter how she tried to steer the conversation, Sanders would only occasionally respond with a simple “Hmm.”
She endured this stifling atmosphere for about ten minutes before deciding she didn’t want to continue.
While mutual cold shoulders could be borne, there was no need for it.
Just as Gloria was about to find an excuse to leave, Sanders suddenly broke his silence, “Don’t you find this tiring?”
Caught off guard by his abrupt statement, Gloria looked puzzled, “How so? Tired? I’m not tired. Or do you mean… emotionally tired? Watching the drama on the shadow box did indeed make me a bit weary.”
As Gloria spoke, she kept her eyes on Sanders. She noticed that although he was speaking to her, his gaze wasn’t actually focused on her. It seemed as if he were looking through her at someone else standing behind her.
Suspicious, Gloria turned her head to look.
There was no one behind her — just a decorative iron rack and a mechanical wall clock with a copper pendulum.
“Are you talking to me?” Gloria asked.
Sanders’ gaze remained fixed behind her, silently staring for a full two minutes. Finally, Gloria heard a rustling sound from behind her.
Is there actually someone behind me? Startled, Gloria quickly turned around to check.
In front of the mechanical wall clock on the wall, ripples appeared, spreading out like concentric circles in a pond. These ripples disturbed the otherwise stagnant air.
Narrowing her eyes, Gloria whispered, “An illusion…”
Directly in front of the mechanical wall clock was indeed an illusion.
When did an illusion manifest behind me without my noticing? Gloria was reflecting on this when her attention was caught by something behind the illusion.
Behind the illusion was another mechanical wall clock, only this one was missing its glass face.
Clearly, the illusion was meant to fabricate a false glass face, masking what was within the clock.
But why hide what’s inside a clock? Gloria’s gaze finally settled on the clock hand, which had abruptly ceased its rotation. After she stared at it for some time, it’s as if the clock hand itself felt embarrassed and began to change.
The slender minute hand emerged from the clock face, floating in mid-air and undergoing its first Transformation. It morphed into a pure white feather that gently swayed a few times in the air before landing on an elevated platform. When the feather settled, it underwent a second transformation, becoming a young man dressed in a white suit.
Initially, the young man was no bigger than the palm of a hand, but within the blink of an eye, he expanded exponentially to a normal size.
The blond, blue-eyed young man sat on the shelf, avoiding Gloria’s probing gaze. With some embarrassment, he said to Sanders, “Good afternoon, Mentor. Uh… actually, you get used to it, and then it’s not tiring at all.”
The person is none other than Angel.
“So, you’ve been posing as a needle all this time?” Gloria narrowed her eyes and spoke icily.
Angel gave a sheepish grin, “I just wanted to experiment with the shape-shifting spell.”
Gloria shot Angel a cold glance, “There are plenty of ways to test your spells; did you specifically come here to mess with me?”
Angel quickly waved his hands, “No, I actually just got here.”
“Just got here?” Gloria looked incredulous.
Angel hesitated for a moment, “I arrived during the second half of the Drama Shadow Box you were watching. You were so engrossed in critiquing the Scarecrow’s lack of texture that you didn’t notice me.”
Gloria recalled the situation; indeed, her entire focus had been on critiquing the drama, paying no heed to anyone else. Moreover, had there really been any suspicious movements, the butler would’ve noticed. She had let her guard down.
Gloria spoke coldly, “It’s fortunate I was merely watching the Drama Shadow Box; what if I had been doing something else — like, say, changing clothes…”
Angel looked bewildered, “? ? ?” Who would change clothes in the living room?
“Your transformation into a needle would’ve been one thing; I could’ve recognized the shape-shifting spell. However, you also added an illusion to conceal yourself; who knows what sort of nefarious deeds you were planning,” Gloria sternly reprimanded, before abruptly changing her tone, “Of course, I can overlook it, but there’s a condition…”
Gloria reached out and caressed the small box in her palm——the Drama Shadow Box.
The implication behind Gloria’s actions couldn’t have been more explicit. Angel immediately understood and said, “I also watched —Toy Island’s Bloody Nightmare— and indeed found some inconsistencies. How about this: I’ll craft a new one, following the narrative of this story.”
Gloria nodded in satisfaction, casting a look that said “you’re quite sensible,” before turning to walk away. “Your mentor likely needs to speak with you, so I won’t disturb you any further. I’m off to train Toby. However, don’t forget what you’ve promised.”
Gloria, having gained a little advantage, promptly took her leave.
Once Gloria had left, Sanders spoke, “It seems your shape-shifting spell has been successful.”
The introduction to shape-shifting spells goes like this: one can become as small as a mosquito or as large as a giant.
However, in reality, not many can actually shrink to the size of a mosquito using this spell. Most wizards, when using shape-shifting spells, can only manage to reduce themselves to the stature of a Kulakuka tribesman.
Now, having only recently undergone skin grafting, Angel had managed to reduce his size to that of a minute hand on a clock, reaching the upper limits of what most wizards can achieve with shape-shifting. It’s safe to say that his spell has been successful.
“Was the minute hand size your limit in shrinking?”
Angel nodded, “It is my current limit.”
The factors that bind the limits of shape-shifting are the quality of the Morphing Softworm skin and energy. When Angel says “currently,” it implies that as his energy grows more profound in the future, his limit will correspondingly increase, possibly even allowing him to reduce himself to the size of a grain of sand.
However, whether he can become as small as a grain of sand or not is not Angel’s immediate concern. He is content with being able to enter the Tidal Realm by shrinking.
“And what is your limit for enlarging yourself?”
“I haven’t tested that yet, but I should be able to grow to about five or six meters tall,” Angel estimated.
“Shape-shifting is extremely important for wizards, with applications that are almost infinitely versatile. It would be best to conduct a thorough test,” Sanders paused for a moment, “However, as long as you have a grasp on your shape-shifting capabilities, that’s fine. The reason I came to see you is for another matter.”
Under Angel’s watchful gaze, Sanders spoke slowly, “Not long ago, I saw Leon.”
…
Wilderness of Dreams, Initial Heart City.
At the top floor of Azure Tower, this is Freud’s office. However, at the moment, he’s lowering his head in a circumspect manner, even the action of jotting down notes is carried out with the utmost delicacy, as if afraid to disturb the person sitting across from him——
“Phantom Master” Sanders.
Even though Sanders doesn’t possess the special abilities in the Wilderness of Dreams that he does in reality, his mere presence emanates an aura of authority that brooks no slight.
Sanders is currently engrossed in a pamphlet, reading carefully.
The pamphlet, titled —Abnormal Affairs Team Investigation Report—, is authored by Freud and serves as an addendum to —Observation of the Wilderness of Dreams—.
All the sources in the report are provided by the “Abnormal Affairs Team,” a specialized unit founded by Freud to collect and document strange occurrences within the Wilderness of Dreams.
The reason Freud established this unit and sought out these abnormal events was to find the stray power that had accidentally slipped away when Angel was integrating the main core of the Nightmare Domain.
However, the Abnormal Affairs Team has been operational for quite some time now, and most of the abnormal events they’ve provided have been dismissed by him as rumors.
Even if some were not rumors, verifying them has been fraught with obstacles. Thus far, Freud has not found anything related to that stray power.
Today, Freud originally planned to finish his work and then meet with Jon to discuss and refine the tasks delegated by Angel——the planning of a new city.
However, what Freud didn’t anticipate was that before he could finish his work, Sanders suddenly paid a visit.
Facing this War God of the Southern Region, Freud was filled with trepidation and dared not refuse any request made by Sanders. Therefore, when Sanders asked to see the —Abnormal Affairs Team Investigation Report—, Freud promptly handed it over.
However, after doing so, Freud felt some regret.
It wasn’t that he was unwilling to let Sanders see the report. It was purely because the report documented various peculiar incidents — many of which were trivial household matters, and even some included bizarre gossip. Considering Sanders’ dignified character, would he become angry after reading about these inconsequential, melodramatic events?
While Freud was nervously contemplating this, he discovered that Sanders showed no emotional fluctuation on his face. It seemed as if Sanders was genuinely perusing the pages with the same attentiveness one would give to a renowned work of literature.
An hour swiftly passed.
Sanders finally put down the —Abnormal Affairs Team Investigation Report—, pondered for a moment, and looked at Freud, asking, “Is there any other report besides these?”
Freud shook his head: “No, all the abnormal events investigated by the Abnormal Affairs Team are documented here.”
After a brief pause, Freud cautiously inquired, “May I ask, Lord, what exactly are you looking for?”
Sanders slightly furrowed his brow, “You’ve prepared the report, and you’re asking me what I’m searching for?”
Freud hesitated for a moment, “Lord, are you referring to the search for that elusive power?”
“Of course,” Sanders said, giving Freud an odd look.
Chapter 1563 Drama Shadow Box <TOC> Chapter 1565 Abnormal Affairs Team Investigation Report