Chapter 1570 New Powers <TOC> Chapter 1572 Power Tree
Translator: SumTLMan
Familiar geometric lines appeared before Angel’s eyes as the Scroll of Luck was activated.
The moment these lines smoothed out all their edges, erased by an unusual energy, Angel felt as if he had stepped into an extraordinary aura of comfort. All his unease, nervousness, and worries vanished at this moment, as though he was enveloped by a soothing rune.
Could this be what they call a “moment of luck”?
Reflecting on this, Angel didn’t indulge himself further but rather expedited the process of “dissolution.”
The duration to sustain this moment of luck was a mere two or three seconds; there was absolutely no time to waste.
Angel rapidly dissolved the capabilities within the orb of light, simultaneously murmuring his deepest wish: core power.
As Angel was silently reciting, minute yet undetectable changes occurred in the microscopic world within the Nightmare Domain, which he couldn’t see. Within the orb of light, a point of light that shouldn’t have been disturbed at this time began to loosen due to a series of extraordinary transformations.
As the power of dissolution reached its final stage within the green rune, this point of light began to quiver slightly and was eventually shaken loose from the orb.
As the dissolution completed, the point of light broke free from the orb, and at the same time, Angel also exited from his “moment of luck.”
Angel was unsure whether the Scroll of Luck had been effective, nor did he know what this point of light represented in terms of capabilities. But there was no room for being choosy at this point. If he didn’t integrate it immediately, the light point would dissipate, much like the previous black mist, reverting back to the Wilderness of Dreams.
Without a second thought, Angel integrated the point of light into his body through the green rune.
However, the very instant the light point merged with his body, Angel felt his heartbeat jolt. It was as if his soul had left his physical body, causing a doppelganger-like afterimage to appear.
Here in the Wilderness of Dreams, how could there be heartbeats and souls? This thought flashed through Angel’s mind, and it was the last coherent thought he had before losing consciousness.
Just as Angel was feeling bewildered, an illusion appeared before him——
He felt as if he were standing on train tracks, and from a distance came the clanking roar of a locomotive. Raising his eyes, he saw a high-speed train burst forth from a pitch-black tunnel in the distance.
The train moved at a breathtaking speed, and at that moment, the scenery around him also blurred into ambiguity.
Angel stood frozen on the tracks where the train would inevitably pass; all he could do was stare as the train approached him.
However, the train didn’t run him over. Instead, it plunged into Angel with a sky-shaking whistle. Under the rapid rotation of its wheels, it penetrated his body and drilled straight into his mind — his very thoughts!
At this moment, Angel’s mind was being recklessly bombarded by this seemingly endless train!
Angel had previously integrated two powers. The first time he acquired the “Gate of Dreams” power, he had nearly gone mad with pain; the second time, when he acquired the “Gatekeeper” power, he was dazed for ten hours.
But this time, his discomfort was as intense as encountering the worst weather in the Devil’s Sea — waves churning tens of meters high, thunder and lightning, howling winds, and terrifying sea monsters as big as mountains showing their ferocious faces…
This agony was perhaps ten times worse than the combined pains of the previous two experiences!
Almost instantaneously, Angel fell to his knees clutching his nearly exploding brain, veins bulging on his forehead, his face twisted in excruciating pain.
Seeing this, Sanders was taken aback. It should be noted that Angel had already advanced to being a formal wizard and even stood at the threshold of true knowledge. According to their previous speculations, the integration of this new power shouldn’t have had such a violent reaction, at most causing slight dizziness.
“What in the world is going on?” Sanders furrowed his brows, feeling somewhat uneasy. Though he was the first to open up the Nightmare Domain, all his knowledge and experience were ill-equipped to deal with the Wilderness of Dreams.
He doesn’t know what to do right now.
After some thought, Sanders withdrew from the Wilderness of Dreams. He recalled what Angel had previously mentioned: the first time he integrated his Dream Power, he not only fell into a painful stupor within the Wilderness of Dreams but also entered an unprecedented state of frailty in the real world. If it weren’t for Toby administering a potion to him at that time, he likely would have perished.
Upon Sanders’ return to reality, he was immediately greeted by a pungent smell of blood.
Drip, drip——
Turning his head, he saw Angel slumped on the sofa, head lowered, with fresh blood continuously dripping from his hanging locks. His clothing, the entire sofa, and even the floor were all soaked with blood.
And all this happened within less than two minutes after Angel had integrated his Dream Power.
Sanders checked Angel’s condition and found it to be severely deteriorated.
Moreover, Angel had been rather overconfident, assuming nothing would go wrong with today’s integration of Dream Power. He had taken no precautions nor implemented effective protective measures.
It was fortunate that Sanders was with Angel today; otherwise, things might have gone awry if Angel had been alone.
With a light sigh, Sanders approached to treat Angel’s injuries.
After treating the current injuries on Angel, it wasn’t long before new ones erupted. Moreover, his body was continuously weakening.
“It seems that integrating this particular Dream Power is proving to be more difficult than ever,” Sanders said, frowning as he moved Angel into a specially designed healing chamber.
Observing Angel’s increasingly pallid face inside the healing chamber, Sanders rubbed his temples.
He didn’t know what Dream Power Angel was integrating, but it was clear that this power seemed to be exceeding Angel’s capacity to endure.
He harbored a speculation in his mind——
Perhaps the Scroll of Luck had truly taken effect. A new power, indeed a core power. Yet, they hadn’t considered one issue: could Angel, with his current strength, withstand such a fundamental power as the Wilderness of Dreams?
This is precisely why the Scroll of Luck is both feared and coveted by wizards.
It offers hope but never tells you The Price to be Paid behind that hope.
All Sanders can do at the moment is to guard Angel’s physical body diligently.
Meanwhile, within the Wilderness of Dreams,
Angel was already lying on the ground. He would occasionally slip into unconsciousness, only to be rudely awakened by boundless pain. This cyclical dance between waking and fainting made it impossible for Angel to distinguish reality from illusion. His thoughts began to fragment, lacking any coherent logical chain; they simply flitted through various disjointed images — sometimes plunging into lava, at other times falling into icy ravines. The only consistent theme piercing through his disoriented thoughts was the sensation of “agony.”
Such excruciating pain had already surpassed Angel’s tolerance limit.
His brain seemed to be steaming, his skull boiling, and even his flesh felt as if it had been injected with concentrated mercury. Every inch of his body was wailing in both despair and agony.
At this moment, Angel couldn’t determine what exactly this power was. Other than the sensation of pain, he had only one thought left: don’t give up; you must survive!
This torment continued for two whole hours. Anyone else in his shoes might have already succumbed to despair, contemplating utter annihilation. But Angel had too many unfinished tasks; no matter how painful his thoughts were, he held on to the idea that he “could not give up.”
When the pain reached its zenith, an unexpected variable finally emerged within the monotonous catastrophe.
All of the green runes on Angel’s body suddenly emitted a dazzling green glow at this moment.
Angel’s back began to itch, and a gracefully curling green rune slowly emerged on his skin. Simultaneously, within Angel, unruly specks of light that had been roiling under the “integration” of this rune began to lose their vibrancy. Eventually, the terrifying tidal wave within him calmed down, settling into a peaceful state.
After enduring several hours of torment, the pain finally lessened. Angel slowly closed his eyes, fully plunging into a state of blissful darkness.
As Angel drifted into unconsciousness, the green rune on his back gradually vanished from sight.
Sanders had by this time returned to reality and missed witnessing this transformation. However, he did notice that in the physical world, Angel’s body was constantly breaking and healing. It had moved from a deteriorating condition to a steady path of recovery.
Blood no longer seeped from his ears and eye sockets, and his wounds did not reopen after healing.
Under the influence of the healing chamber, his injuries began to truly mend.
Observing this, Sanders finally let out a sigh of relief.
He estimated that some resolution must have been reached on Angel’s end.
Did he give up midway due to the unbearable pain? Or had he successfully integrated the power?
If he did succeed, what could this power be? A power that could cause such upheaval even in a wizard close to achieving true knowledge — what might that entail?