Chapter 1577 Power Level Restriction <TOC> Chapter 1579 Celestial Cycle
Translator: SumTLMan
In other words, to truly complete the metamorphosis of “Power Level Restriction,” one needs to acquire a specific power capable of constructing the power system for the Wilderness of Dreams, filling in the missing piece of this closed loop.
What exactly this power is remains unknown at the moment.
“Mentor, you should still have the capacity to accommodate another power, right?” Angel turned to Sanders. Back when Angel was an apprentice, he accommodated two powers. Now, Sanders has only accommodated one, so he surely hasn’t reached his limit yet.
Sanders: “I should be able to.”
“Then shall we try again?” Angel suggested, looking to fill in that missing corner of the loop.
While Angel himself felt he could accommodate another power, his physical body in the real world is still semi-incapacitated. Therefore, he places his hope on Sanders for now.
Sanders nodded, agreeing with Angel’s proposal. He too wished to expedite the efficacy of the “Power Level Restriction.”
After confirming their plan, they once again arrived near the core of the Nightmare Domain.
This time, however, Freud also joined Sanders and Angel.
At present, Angel believed that aside from him and Sanders, only Freud was qualified to accommodate a power. Therefore, Angel also included Freud this time, preparing to let him integrate a power as well.
“Should Mentor go first?” Angel asked.
Sanders touched his forehead: “I’ve only just accommodated one power, and the influx of data is still coursing through my mind. Let me organize it first; Freud can go ahead.”
Even though the power from the Wilderness of Dreams is a “pseudo” one, it still resonates with such a vast world. The turbulent stream of information flooding into one’s mind isn’t something that can be processed in a split second. Therefore, Angel understood what Sanders meant.
Angel turned his gaze toward Freud: “So, will you go?”
Feeling somewhat nervous, Freud nodded and took a step forward. His eyes were fixed on the glowing orb floating in front of him. Was this the main core of the Nightmare Domain that Angel had spoken about so many times?
The orb itself didn’t seem to have any special attributes. Rather, it was the glowing green vines wrapped around it that appeared mystical. A phosphorescent green liquid seemed to flow continuously within these vines, casting an eerie aura.
“Have you ever thought about what kind of power you would like to acquire?” Angel asked Freud.
The most fundamental power, the capability for ‘Infinite Alchemy,’ was already under Angel’s control and had been earmarked by Sanders. Thus, Freud had no specific wish for any power at the moment, so Angel decided to leave the choice to him.
Freud had once been an apprentice in dream-related studies. The time he’d spent in the Wilderness of Dreams far exceeded that of Angel, and he’d authored book after book on research and topics related to it. He undoubtedly had his own unique insights into the powers associated with the Wilderness of Dreams.
Without much consideration, Freud blurted out: “The power to defend against Sinful Monsters?”
Angel frowned, “Defend against Sinful Monsters? If we could close the loop on ‘Power Level Restriction,’ we should already have the ability to deal with them. Besides, I have some recommendations regarding the defense and countermeasures against Sinful Monsters, which I’ll share with you later.”
Angel paused, “What’s most important is that while the Sin Fog harms the inhabitants of the Dream Realm, it is actually beneficial to the Wilderness of Dreams itself. I don’t believe there would be a specific power solely for resisting Sin Fog.”
After finishing his statement, Angel looked somewhat skeptical at Freud, now doubting whether Freud was qualified to choose a power at all.
Realizing his hasty mistake, Freud regretted his words immediately, especially in light of Angel’s advice, which he had also considered.
“May I choose another?” Freud asked, trying to keep a brave face as he looked at Angel.
Without expressing approval or disapproval, Angel merely nodded, leaving the choice once again in Freud’s hands.
Freud took a longer time to think this time around. He had a degree of self-awareness and wasn’t considering powers too close to the core. Instead, he was contemplating choosing powers on the more peripheral branch.
Angel wasn’t aware of Freud’s thoughts, but even if he did know, he likely wouldn’t care. That’s because he already had access to the most fundamental Power Tree. So even if Freud acquired a relatively important power, Angel wouldn’t feel discontent; rather, he would be pleased.
After mulling it over for a considerable amount of time, Freud finally looked up at the misty sky and made up his mind, saying, “Weather, let’s change the weather.”
“Change the Weather?” Angel was somewhat surprised by Freud’s choice. To him, it seemed like a rather fringe power, something to be considered with lower priority.
“The Wilderness of Dreams is perennially shrouded in haze. If we could clear the sky, it would probably be better for the people living here,” Freud elaborated. “Whenever I finish work and step onto my balcony, all I see is a gray sky. It can be a bit depressing, making me feel as if I’m living in the Abyss. I believe the mortals living here must feel similarly oppressed.”
Freud’s words reminded Angel of a past experience.
He had once gone to Ocean Theatre to find Jon, who at the time was teaching a group of spirited children about the piano. The piece Jon was discussing was a lively composition called —Kiss the Rain—. The piano music depicted a starry night suddenly visited by a gentle rain. The rhythm captured both the dance of raindrops and a sense of serene tranquility. It was utterly beautiful.
Standing quietly outside the door, Angel listened to Jon’s flawless rendition.
Just as Angel was about to push open the grand doors of the theater, a young voice questioned Jon.
“The piece is called —Kiss the Rain—, but I’ve been here for so long and haven’t seen any rain. I’m starting to forget what rain even feels like.”
Angel hadn’t given it much thought at the time. But now, upon reflecting, it struck a chord within him.
Not only did the children mention it, but last time Angel visited Initial Heart City’s “Pat Manor,” Head Maid Mana was sewing a doll. The maid Ollie looked at the doll and remarked, “Is this a snowman doll? It would be better with a red hat and a long nose.” Pausing for a moment, Ollie suddenly became wistful: “Although the temperature here is well-regulated, I still miss the times when it snowed. I wonder if there’s a chance to build a snowman again.”
Angel himself flits between reality and the Dream Realm, largely indifferent to either. However, the residents of Initial Heart City live under a constantly overcast sky year-round, and as Freud suggested, they may gradually spiral into a vortex of emotional repression.
Though Angel felt somewhat moved, when it comes to the power of controlling the weather, he personally believes it’s not a high priority.
Therefore, he asked Freud once again, “Are you sure you want the power to change the weather?”
Freud nodded, “Yes.”
Angel muttered under his breath, “You could consider some more important powers.”
But since Freud confirmed, Angel still respected his opinion. He summoned the main core of the Nightmare Domain, preparing for the dissolution of the power.
On the other hand, Sanders, upon hearing Freud’s request to “change the weather,” seemed to think of something. He furrowed his brows and looked as though he wanted to say something. But at that moment, Angel activated the Scroll of Luck. Seeing this, Sanders chose not to speak, but his furrowed brows remained, intently watching Freud.
When light spots fell off from the main core of the Nightmare Domain, Freud took a deep breath, knowing that the next step would be integration.
Angel had already informed him about the possible issues that could arise during the integration of powers, and Freud was prepared to endure whatever came, including mental disorientation.
However, what Freud never anticipated was that the pain would be so excruciating, completely exceeding his tolerance limit.
A piercing scream erupted from Freud’s mouth.
Observing Freud, who was writhing on the ground clutching his head and with snot and tears streaming down his face, Angel initially wore a look of amusement. After all, he hadn’t witnessed such a spectacle from Sanders before. Gradually, however, Angel’s expression turned increasingly grave; he sensed that something was wrong.
Freud’s skin began to redden slowly, and his body alternately expanded and contracted, as if he might burst at any moment.
“What’s going on here?” Angel furrowed his brow. In his mind, a power that could alter the weather shouldn’t lead to such extreme effects, should it?
“Could it be a side effect of the Scroll of Luck?” Angel started to doubt. Had the Scroll of Luck malfunctioned, resulting in something other than a weather-changing power?
Sanders, who had been watching Freud intently but had remained silent until now, finally spoke, “Just as I suspected.”
Angel looked toward Sanders, hoping to gain some insights into the situation.
“Let him give it up,” Sanders paused, “This power is beyond what he can handle at this time.”
Although puzzled, Angel listened as Sanders continued, “If he doesn’t let go soon, he’ll probably burst. If he can’t control this power, it might be best to return it to the Wilderness of Dreams.”
“If it truly is a power to change the weather, returning it to the Wilderness of Dreams doesn’t really matter. Human abilities have their limits, and sometimes the unknown can be its own form of joy.”
Although Sanders didn’t specify the reason, Angel discerned that if Freud continued to insist on using this power, he might indeed lose his life.
Chapter 1577 Power Level Restriction <TOC> Chapter 1579 Celestial Cycle