Chapter 1825 Overactive Imaginations <TOC> Chapter 1827 The Activator
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This is a high tower enveloped by clouds located at the very top of the Mirror World.
The ashy walls faintly exhibit a bloom of verdigris under the illumination. As Angel approached the entrance of the high tower, he heard the fluttering of wings.
Looking up, he saw that on a balcony of the high tower, a group of doves that were resting in tranquil, all took flight, encircling the tower in a mysterious trajectory.
After circling for a short while, one of the doves separated from the flock and flew down toward Angel, flapping its wings before landing in front of him.
Angel extended his hand, and the dove immediately perched on the back of his hand. Simultaneously, an immensely dense aura of magical power began to radiate from the dove as the center, spreading outwards.
Angel caressed the dove’s feathers, savoring the sensation of the magic infusing his body for a few seconds, and then murmured, “It’s not time to take you away yet, you should go back.”
With that, he released the bird, allowing it to rejoin the flock.
Once the dove merged with the others, Angel touched his slightly rough face and softly reflected, “It is said that phantoms do not recognize individuals by their appearance but by the scent of their energy. It really is so.”
Before entering the Mirror World, Angel had altered his appearance using a transformation spell——
He took on the visage of a man in his thirties, somewhat resembling a mature version of Leon with very distinct brows. However, the aura he exuded was not as sharp and spirited as Leon’s; he appeared quite lax. His red hair was casually tied up, and the hair at his temples was disheveled by the wind. He wore a loose leather coat and had a stubble of an unevenly shaved beard on his chin, giving off an air of nonchalance.
Gloria felt that the image was somewhat unkempt and strongly recommended several other forms to Angel, but out of the ten suggested forms, six were of a Flesh Mountain Demon Lord, two were non-mainstream from dark fairytales, and the remaining two were normal. However, one was a sweet witch, and the other was a young nobleman resembling Angel.
A witch was certainly out of the question, and as for the image of that young nobleman… Angel did not choose it either, simply because he did not want to.
When a person chooses a certain image, they are inevitably required to act in a way that fits that image. A young nobleman must fine-tune every detail of his behavior, including his attire, from the strands of hair on his head to the belt around his waist, down to his shining leather shoes; all are subject to regulation.
This was too complicated and too exhausting. Moreover, Angel had previously adopted this image, and even if he changed his appearance, if he maintained the same manners and language, those familiar with him could still recognize him.
Therefore, the image of a young nobleman was unnecessary.
He chose the image of an older gentleman because he had some insights from previously playing a similar role aboard the Cloud Conch Ship. This unrestrained image did not demand adherence to worldly etiquette; a little indolence was inconsequential, allowing Angel to step out from the confining noble shell to breathe freely.
With this image, Angel entered the Mirror World, and not a single person recognized his true identity. Along the way, even when encountering a formal wizard, the wizard only took note of Angel because of his strength, somewhat surprised that the Savage Grottoes had attracted such a wizard.
After deceiving the formal wizard, Angel felt quite pleased with himself. However, as soon as he arrived at the High Cloud Tower, he was exposed by a group of white dove phantoms.
The white dove that had descended into Angel’s hands was indeed one of the phantom doves from the “Path of Magic Siphon,” a vast magic formation that enveloped the entire Mirror World and the source of its dense magical power. The dove is a spirit of this magic formation, with each one representing a magicl node, and the location of a dove signifies the reach of the formation’s extension.
That is to say, wherever there is a white dove, the concentration of primal magic naturally increases.
Every formal wizard in the Savage Grottoes has a similar white dove, and the one from before belonged to Angel, a gift from Rhine Mute before Angel’s advancement in realm.
Once Angel possesses a base similar to Phantom Island, the white dove can go to that base to enhance the magical illusion there. However, Angel has no immediate plans to establish such a base, so the white dove can only stay here for now.
After his true identity was exposed by the white dove, Angel put away his pride and, with a tinge of disappointment, entered the towering High Cloud Tower——the place of Rhine Mute’s spiritual practice.
Beyond the ancient doors lies a long corridor, and upon entering, Angel is immediately enveloped by an invisible force field of silence.
He cannot speak now.
This Silence Barrier is not the work of Rhine Mute, but rather emanates from the statue of the Silent Deity in the central pool within the tower.
After passing the domain of the Silent Deity, Angel ascends the spiral staircase inside the tower, ultimately arriving in front of a large door.
This is the room where Rhine Mute practices.
Angel had been here once before, and upon his return, he notices that the plain iron door is now adorned with several transparent crystal balls of varying sizes, appearing like irregular blemishes upon otherwise unblemished skin.
Angel’s expression remained unchanged, but inwardly he sighed: “Lord Rhine’s fixation with crystal balls is indeed unchanging, even after a myriad of years.”
This reminded him of a favor Liana had asked of him earlier. Liana hoped that Angel could try his best to persuade Rhine to switch from the crystal ball design for the standard communicator. Now it seemed, persuading him would likely be quite difficult.
After pushing the door open, Angel immediately saw Rhine, who was sitting in front of a crystal ball. Shadowy figures flickered across the ball, and Rhine’s lips were moving, he was presumably in the midst of a conversation.
“Just give me a few minutes,” Rhine’s voice reached Angel’s ears.
Without responding, Angel simply took a seat opposite Rhine, waiting for the situation on his side to conclude.
Roughly two minutes later, the glowing crystal ball dimmed, and only then did Rhine lift his head to look at Angel opposite him.
Rhine looked Angel up and down, then said with a smile, “The way you are now, it’s as if I am seeing myself in my younger days.”
“The younger Lord Rhine?”
Rhine nodded, “Yes, back then, what I did most often was to shed the coat of strict conformity and, in a state of relaxed indolence, seek the freedom I yearned for.”
“Did you find that freedom in the end, my lord?”
Rhine did not say yes, but neither did he deny it, instead, he replied: “Freedom isn’t something that can be found so easily. The freedom I defined in my youth is different from the freedom I pursue now.”
“After letting time drift away for a while, I eventually donned that meticulous coat. It was only later that I understood it had never constrained my freedom; rather, it was like a spiky hedgehog’s armor, safeguarding my original beliefs.”
Rhine’s words seemed to speak of himself, yet also appeared to be directed at Angel.
Angel did indeed listen, but he did not truly empathize. Because he and Rhine were different; when he adopted this adult guise, he was acutely aware of his purpose. It was merely a role, not his true self.
Even if he had chosen the witch persona recommended by Gloria, it would be the same. He had never considered using a false appearance to seek freedom.
Chapter 1825 Overactive Imaginations <TOC> Chapter 1827 The Activator