Chapter 1868 Mirage Fog <TOC> Chapter 1870 Heaven-Shaking
Translator: SumTLMan
Although it’s somewhat overly cautious and morale-dampening to speak of defeat before even attempting, Angel’s words are heartfelt and sincere. Compared to a minor power, the importance of Freud himself is indeed more precious.
Angel’s words also warmed Freud’s heart, leading him to nod earnestly: “I understand.”
“Then let’s begin.” Without further words, Angel turned around, extending his right hand and pointing into the air.
A pale green spatial ripple, like water ripples, began to spread out from Angel’s fingertip. As the ripples formed, the dense fog, initially inert, started churning rapidly.
It was as if a wind had blown, sweeping the fog into a circular motion, eventually transforming into a towering fog dragon tornado.
The three of them were at the center of this fog dragon tornado. As it grew more formidable, a light orb appeared from the high point of the tornado and descended, floating down like a feather, slowly settling, and finally hovering above Angel’s palm.
Sanders, not seeing this green-ensnared orb for the first time, still felt his heart flutter at its appearance.
This was the core of the Nightmare Domain! And it was a power so refined, it rivaled the real world’s Nightmare Plane core!
While Sanders eyed it covetously, Freud was also staring intensely at the seemingly light orb, his heartbeat accelerating… If placed in reality, this Nightmare Domain core would be the true source of laws!
Laws are powers that only become relevant above the realm of legendary. Although in the Wilderness of Dreams, these laws are somewhat illusory, grasping them early might lay the foundation for the future.
As Freud pondered the future, his gaze suddenly dimmed as he shook his head. He was left with only a soul; what future was there to speak of?
For now, it was better to focus on whether he could integrate with the power.
When Freud turned his lavish imaginations back to reality, Angel was meticulously inspecting the main core of the Nightmare Domain, ensuring that the binding green runes on the outside had no issues. Only then did he turn to Freud, asking, “Are you ready?”
Freud packed away his fluttering thoughts, nodding gravely, his expression solemn as if a knight about to enter the battlefield.
“Then I’ll begin.” Without hesitation, Angel stretched out his right hand, grasping the orb floating in mid-air.
The moment his fingertips touched the orb, the green runes tied to it came alive, emitting a faint green glow and started to rotate around the orb.
Simultaneously, similar green runes appeared on Angel’s right hand, connecting with those on the orb.
These glowing runes, like ancient mystical incantations passed down through ages, revolved endlessly around Angel.
As they spun faster, the green light grew more intense until it engulfed Angel completely.
Meanwhile, within the Vision Space, Angel clearly understood that the green runes were activated, and the power of the Nightmare Domain had reached a critical point!
All he needed to do was to trigger the next layer effect of the ‘binding’ green runes: ‘dissolution’, and the main core of the Nightmare Domain would begin to peel away new powers.
However, Angel didn’t immediately proceed with the dissolution of the Nightmare Domain’s main core, because there was something else he needed to do first——
Activate the Scroll of Luck!
Only under the ‘lucky moment’ enveloped by the Scroll of Luck could Angel possibly peel the desired powers from the main core of the Nightmare Domain.
Once the Scroll of Luck was activated, Angel didn’t hesitate. He visualized in his mind the Wilderness of Dreams covered in green vegetation, repeatedly muttering ‘plants’ under his breath.
The fleeting moments of luck do not last long, fading away in the blink of an eye. As the lucky moment completely vanishes, a shimmering light speck of dust, stripped from the main core of the Nightmare Domain, descends.
Angel skillfully manipulates the green rune, integrating the light speck into Freud’s body.
Integration begins! The formal process starts!
Angel, seeing Freud close his eyes to commence fusion with the power, moves beside Sanders.
Just as Angel is about to speak, a sudden, intense scream from Freud in the distance startles him. Angel, taken aback, quickly turns to see Freud, who a second ago was sitting upright, now lying down.
His pale skin visibly turns crimson at an alarming rate, and his body starts to convulse violently. It doesn’t end there; within a mere two seconds, his already cooked-red flesh begins to swell rapidly, resembling an inflating balloon.
“This isn’t right! It’s even more intense than the last Celestial Cycle!” Sanders turns to Angel, exchanging a glance that conveys their mutual understanding.
The worst that Sanders dreaded has happened.
The terror of this Critical Unknown Variable far exceeds their imagination.
Without hesitation, Angel rushes to Freud’s side. He can see that Freud’s pupils are still focused, indicating he is conscious.
Angel urgently advises, “Abandon it now! You can’t handle this power!”
Last time, when Freud attempted to merge with the Celestial Cycle, even when Angel suggested he give up, Freud stubbornly tried to continue. But this time, as soon as Angel speaks, Freud immediately decides to abandon the effort.
The moment the thought of abandonment arises, the light speck, representing the power, immediately drifts out from Freud’s body.
At this moment, Angel dared not undertake the responsibility of the light speck, could only watch it as it fluttered in the air for a second, then vanished…
Watching the dissipating power, Angel sighed deeply.
Although prepared for the dissipation, Angel still felt a tinge of regret for once again inadvertently aiding others.
Freud then sat up from the ground.
This time, Freud had immediately given up upon integration, and did so swiftly, thus he didn’t suffer much damage. However, this was only in terms of his soul; the mental anguish was another matter.
“Lord, I am sorry…” Freud bowed his head, not daring to meet Angel’s gaze.
Having failed twice in a row to integrate the power, he was filled with a sense of guilt.
“It’s not your fault, the emergence of such powers is beyond control. Besides, the Scroll of Luck isn’t always fortuitous,” Angel reassured Freud, acknowledging the inherent risk and normalcy of failure in such endeavors.
Despite Angel’s consolation, Freud remained downcast, silent.
Sanders then approached and asked Angel, “Let’s see what power has dissipated.”
In Sanders’ calculations, Freud was capable of handling the power of plants, with only a few unknown variables not considered. The issue this time clearly stemmed from these critical unknown variables.
At the influence of these crucial unknowns, what change exactly had occurred to the simple power?
This was something Sanders was eager to find out.