Chapter 1909 The Desk <TOC> Chapter 1911 Energy Selection
Translator: SumTLMan
Having walked less than a hundred steps in the forest, a denser grey fog appeared nearby. Recognizing this familiar flowing grey mist, they knew they had reached their destination.
Entering the thick fog, visibility dropped to the extent of not seeing one’s own hand. While others might lose their way in this mist, they were different. Under Angel’s control, a clear path appeared right in front of them.
A few steps along the path revealed an open space about the size of a common courtyard.
In this open area stood a tree, lush with green leaves.
Angel approached the tree, casually touched it, and a light orb bound by green runes emerged from the trunk, floating beside Angel.
This orb was naturally the core of the Nightmare Domain.
Angel looked at Sanders and asked, “Mentor, do we need to make any preparations?”
Sanders shook his head, “No, start directly.”
Without further ado, Angel activated the green runes binding the orb and took out the Scroll of Luck.
As the lucky moment took effect, Angel closed his eyes and repeatedly contemplated the construction of the ‘energy system’ in his mind.
The lucky moment lasted three seconds. In the second second, a speck of crystalline dust slowly drifted down from the core of the Nightmare Domain.
Without hesitation, Angel activated the ‘integration’ rune, injecting this dust into Sanders’s body.
Sanders had already prepared himself, and as soon as the light dust entered his body, he immediately sat down with the momentum, closed his eyes, and leaned against the big tree, waiting quietly for the integration of power.
As time ticked by, Sanders’s expression remained calm, showing no signs of abnormality, which relieved the two people standing beside him.
At least from the initial phase of the integration, it was much better compared to Freud’s earlier performance.
Generally speaking, integrating a power takes a substantial amount of time, as it involves absorbing and digesting a vast amount of information, often taking several hours or even more than a day. The only exception is when the Wilderness of Dreams itself receives a power, like in the cases of ‘Celestial Cycle’ and ‘Tree Civilization’, which are almost instantly assimilated.
After all, an individual cannot compare to the Wilderness of Dreams, so the duration of Sanders’s power integration will undoubtedly be long.
During the first hour, none of them spoke, all anxiously watching Sanders for fear of any accidents. However, after an hour, seeing that Sanders encountered no issues, Freud finally broke the silence.
“My Lord, can Lord Phantom Master succeed?” Freud’s voice carried a trace of apprehension.
“It should be fine, unless we encounter an unknown variable of the level of ‘Tree Civilization’,” Angel said, seemingly referring to Sanders but also reassuring Freud that his failure in integrating ‘Tree Civilization’ was due to the terrifying nature of the unknown variable.
Indeed, even Sanders might have failed to take on ‘Tree Civilization’.
The word ‘civilization’ carries such immense weight.
Mentioning Tree Civilization, Freud’s eyes dimmed for a moment, and after a brief silence, he sighed softly, “I hope we don’t encounter such unknown variables.”
Angel: “Let’s hope so.”
After all, with an 80% success rate, Angel believed that the chances of Sanders successfully integrating were high. Of course, this didn’t rule out the unfortunate possibility of encountering an unknown variable that couldn’t be dealt with. If such a situation did arise, there was nothing to be done; if even Sanders couldn’t handle it, then the others likely wouldn’t be able to successfully integrate either.
Freud’s gaze shifted from Sanders to the large tree beside him: “My Lord, why have you placed a tree here?”
This was a question Freud had been pondering since his arrival.
In such a vast open space, the presence of a solitary large tree was quite strange.
Moreover, Freud knew that the power of the Celestial Cycle existed within this mist. The green mist seeds spread by the Tree Civilization couldn’t possibly penetrate this mist. Therefore, the presence of a tree here could only be the work of Angel.
“This tree serves as an eye,” Angel casually explained.
“An eye?” Freud was somewhat perplexed.
Instead of answering directly, Angel asked, “Don’t you think this tree looks familiar?”
Familiar? Freud looked up at the lush, large tree. At first glance, there was nothing unusual, but upon closer inspection… it did indeed seem familiar.
“It kind of resembles… a miniaturized version of the Mother Tree,” Freud muttered under his breath.
“It’s not just similar; this tree is essentially the Mother Tree,” Angel paused, “However, it’s cultivated from a branch of the Mother Tree. You can think of it as a clone of the Mother Tree.”
“If, in the future, when the Wilderness of Dreams opens and someone enters here, this clone of the Mother Tree can send me an alert through the ‘Tree Civilization.’ Whether I’m in the real world or in the Wilderness of Dreams, I can be notified immediately.”
This is also a defensive mechanism that Angel has set up for the core of the Nightmare Domain.
Although Angel does not think that anyone will break into here in the future, he still makes some protections just in case.
Freud understood what Angel meant, and he also understood the significance of doing so, but he was somewhat surprised: “This can connect to the Mother Tree?”
“Of course, through the Mother Tree Network, you can contact the Mother Tree.” In Angel’s view, this is a bit like a remote surveillance system.
In fact, all the plants born in the Wilderness of Dreams currently originate from the Mother Tree, to a greater or lesser extent, and can have some connection with the Mother Tree. They can also serve as surveillance devices, but the “transmission signal” would be much weaker, and they do not have certain combat capabilities.
However, the incarnation of the Mother Tree they are facing now has many extraordinary characteristics and can engage in combat to a certain extent to protect the core of the Nightmare Domain.
“I see.” Freud showed a look of realization. The core of the Nightmare Domain is the core of the entire Wilderness of Dreams, and it is right that it receives the greatest protection.
After finishing talking about the tree, Angel suddenly said, “By the way, about the advice my mentor gave you earlier, how are you considering it?”
“Your soul body should have already recovered, and you can try to take on new powers.”
Freud opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he did not speak, appearing very silent.
Angel understood Freud’s thoughts at the moment, filled with anticipation yet somewhat fearful.
He did not try to dissuade, but instead brought up another matter: “Speaking of which, actually, all plants in the Wilderness of Dreams currently have some connection to the Mother Tree, which can supply a certain essential energy for these plants’ growth through the land’s power. Otherwise, relying solely on the barren land and those Dream Plant Fairies, it would be impossible to maintain the plants’ existing vitality.”
“Although the Mother Tree, Dream Plant Fairies, and plants form a special ecological closed loop, if there could be multiple methods of supplying the land’s power, it would also greatly relieve the Mother Tree’s pressure, like building a real ecological chain.”
“Each animal and plant has its role, life spreads, death nurtures, and cycles alternate. Don’t you think this is closer to reality?”
Angel could see the glint of inspiration in Freud’s eyes, but he did not immediately question Freud’s thoughts. Instead, he softly said, “You might want to consider it more carefully. You need not worry about failure, if you are to take on power, my mentor will certainly help you calculate the success rate. Then, based on the success rate, you can choose whether or not to give it a try.”