Chapter 1666 Awakening <TOC> Chapter 1668 The Path of Glory
Translator: SumTLMan
Without any hesitation, Onassis nodded, “There’s no issue. His previous appearance was an unexpected incident. Though my primary personality dominates all rationality, a portion of emotion is retained to connect with the secondary personality. During my match with Trom, I was injured and struggled to control the bridging emotions, unintentionally releasing him from the depths of my heart.”
Now, his emotions had gradually returned to their proper state, and he was able to suppress the secondary personality.
Angel looked into Onassis’s eyes and could tell he wasn’t lying.
Upon reflecting on this, Angel nodded in agreement, “Very well.”
Upon receiving Angel’s consent, a weight lifted off Onassis, and he gazed at Angel with eyes full of curiosity and anticipation. He was eager to find out: where exactly was his secondary personality hiding?
Onassis had speculated many possibilities and even thought that Angel would produce some alchemical item to unveil the detained secondary personality.
However, all Angel did was nonchalantly stretch out his hand and gently tap on the table with his knuckles. As the clear sound echoed, Onassis froze on the spot. The previously undetectable secondary personality now directly manifested within his consciousness.
For now, Onassis didn’t seek out the prior whereabouts of the secondary personality. Instead, he closed his eyes and began suppressing it.
A few minutes later, Onassis opened his eyes.
“Is it over?” Angel inquired.
“It’s over,” Onassis affirmed, his gaze still as pure and clear as before, without any trace of a crimson hue. Evidently, as he had said, he successfully suppressed the secondary personality.
“That’s good then.” Angel rose to his feet. Since Onassis’s situation had stabilized, he was ready to depart from the place.
As Angel had his back to Onassis, heading toward the large gateway, there was a hint of hesitation in Onassis’s gaze. After pausing momentarily, he mustered up the courage to voice out, “Lord, may I pose a question?”
Angel paused in his tracks, turning his head to meet Onassis’s gaze.
“Regarding the ‘Wilderness of Dreams’ you mentioned earlier, where exactly is it located?” Initially, Onassis thought that Angel was alluding to some philosophical notion. However, after inheriting memories from his secondary personality, he realized that this secondary personality truly did traverse a vast wilderness, journeying with the sun at its back.
While this secondary personality may lack reasoning, its sensations were not wrong. Onassis, sharing the sensations of this secondary personality, felt the vast expanse of that wilderness as if it were a tangible realm tucked away in some corner of the world.
But could such a wilderness genuinely exist? After contemplating, Onassis felt a sense of incongruence. After all, this secondary personality is essentially a fragment of consciousness. It’s improbable for it to exist separate from the main entity, let alone perceive the gentle breezes and the warmth of sunlight within the wilderness with such vividness. It almost seemed as if his secondary self possessed an independent corporeal form.
Due to this, Onassis’s curiosity was deeply piqued. Where exactly had Angel placed this secondary personality?
“Where do you think it might be?” Angel countered with his own question.
“It seems to exist in reality, yet also feels like an illusion…” Onassis shared his internal quandary, “Because my secondary personality couldn’t possibly conjure up a physical body out of thin air.”
After listening to Onassis’s response, Angel chuckled, “Perhaps, under the distant stars, the cloud vine truly blooms in silence.”
Using a quote from —The Unheard Sound—, Angel addressed Onassis’s question.
To perceive is to validate existence. Since Onassis sensed it, who could negate its presence?
With these parting words, Angel dispelled the illusory barrier he had set up in the room, opened the door, and stepped out, leaving Onassis alone to quietly ponder over the conundrum of ‘existence and non-existence.’
After leaving the medical room, as expected, Melanctha and others were seen waiting outside the door.
Melanctha thought that Angel would stay inside for a long time, but to her surprise, Angel emerged in less than ten minutes. The time was unexpectedly short.
“How is the situation? Was it unsuccessful again?” Melanctha inquired, but her mental tendrils had already extended into the medical room. At that time, Onassis was still pondering the issue of “presence,” and Melanctha didn’t notice anything amiss for a moment.
“By the looks of it, he seems to be still in a daze,” Farina observed the room’s situation and turned to Angel, “Is there some kind of difficulty?”
Before Angel could respond, Hydra interjected, “It’s already been resolved.”
Both Melanctha and Farina turned to look at Hydra simultaneously. Melanctha asked hesitantly, “By Observer’s meaning, his primary personality has awakened?”
Hydra nodded, with the leftmost head facing Angel, “The Super Dimensional Wizard indeed has a way to solve his problem. It seems my intuition was not wrong.”
Angel replied with a faint smile, “It’s merely the blessing of my mentor.”
Hydra’s left head also chuckled, but the smile held deeper implications, “Was it really Lord Phantom Master who taught you?”
Angel’s eyes flickered momentarily, “Of course.”
The left head opened its eyes, its dark sockets looking somewhat eerie, “I told you before, my left head’s intuition is quite accurate.”
Hydra left it at that, turning away without saying more. However, Angel understood; it’s likely Hydra had already figured it out, he merely shifted the blame onto Sanders.
Hydra’s intuition detected it; there was nothing to be done about it.
Angel seemed indifferent. However, the abilities of prophecy wizards really do itch one’s heart.
While Angel and Hydra were conversing, Melanctha and Farina had already entered the medical room.
Not long after, they emerged, with a revived Onassis trailing behind them.
This time, everyone present saw that Onassis’s eyes weren’t glowing a fierce red as before. Instead, they were a normal hue. He wasn’t muttering strange phrases either. As he stepped out, he immediately saluted Angel, saying, “Thank you for your assistance, Lord.”
Angel simply nodded.
Onassis then moved behind the medical team members, looking at Trom and sincerely expressed, “Thank you.”
Earlier, when Onassis’s secondary personality had taken over his body, he had used every possible means to wrestle back control, even if for just a second or two. At that moment, the only one around him who noticed his distress was Trom. Thus, Onassis had sent him a distress signal.
If Trom hadn’t reported the situation to others, things might not have turned out so smoothly. So Trom was indeed someone Onassis felt gratitude towards.
Trom, scratching the hair peeking from the edge of his moose-horned hat, replied modestly, “It’s nothing.”
Still, Onassis earnestly took out a moon-shaped opal stone from his pocket and handed it to Trom. “This is my token of appreciation.”
Trom hesitated for a moment but eventually accepted it. Opal stones can help wizards concentrate better during meditation and are considered a rare mineral. However, its value isn’t particularly high, which is why Trom accepted it.
Upon seeing Trom accept the opal, Onassis bowed his head and softly intoned, “The Gift Bathed in Moonlight is my distant offering.”
Trom did not understand what Onassis was saying, but as the words settled, Trom distinctly felt that the opal in his palm seemed to emit a faint yet luminous glow, as if he was indeed holding a handful of moonlight.
Trom was puzzled, but Angel caught the essence of Onassis’s words.
The phrase itself had no particular significance. It roughly embodied the aristocratic elegance of “You give me the laurel, and I present you with moonlight,” hinting at the meaning of mutual growth.
Clearly, Onassis acknowledged Trom, choosing to gift him with “moonlight” in the spirit of mutual growth.
However, the origin of this phrase is intriguing.
It’s from the opera —Feast Dance Charm—, which is the adult opera that Mirror Lady once persuaded Angel to watch at the Enchanting Fragrance Grand Theatre in Shadow Demon Castle.
The audacity of the plot and the boldness of the performance were simply astonishing.
Angel hadn’t expected that Onassis would also be familiar with this line.
Indeed, a well-read individual who could even find, well… philosophy in such an opera.