Chapter 2671 Immersive Broadcast <TOC> Chapter 2673 Returning After Death
Translator: SumTLMan
What is an immersive broadcast?
The Sovereign of Wisdom carried this doubt, watching as Angel and Kael stepped into the Hanging Prison Stairs.
And as Angel’s figure disappeared, the surrounding drifting starry river began to slowly change. At that moment, everyone suddenly felt a sense of sinking, as if they were standing on soft cotton candy, or in warm mud, their bodies continuously subsiding in a sweet and passionate embrace, sinking…
This feeling wasn’t uncomfortable at all. It even brought a touch of comfortable laziness, gradually calming their moods.
“Changing one’s emotional direction without any noticeable perception, this has a hint of heart and mind illusions.” The Sovereign of Wisdom pondered silently. Although on the surface there was no detection of a dramatic emotional shift, nor did the Black Count perceive anything, having been bored for ten thousand years, he was quite confident in his own emotional control.
Even though he couldn’t sense emotional changes as being influenced by illusions, the other side definitely made some sort of guidance.
It’s somewhat like heart and mind illusions, yet carries no trace of them. This strange property of the illusion had already puzzled the Sovereign of Wisdom before; now that he was experiencing it personally, he still couldn’t detect at which point Angel’s illusion introduced this anomaly, and where exactly the anomaly came from.
While the Sovereign of Wisdom was thinking, the power of the illusion completely surrounded them. It was soft, comfortable, and caused no suffocating feeling.
There was just a slight hint of weightlessness underfoot.
When the weightlessness subsided, they fell from a not-so-high position in midair.
Eventually, they all landed on a piece of shattered ruins. At the center of these ruins stood two people: one was Angel, lazily leaning against a doorway; the other was Kael, covering his mouth in surprise at the sight of everyone.
“This place is… the inside of the Hanging Prison Stairs?” Vai looked around in astonishment.
“Yes.” The Black Count was also drawn to the surrounding scene. He had been here before and was very familiar with it: “This is the first room after you step inside.”
“How did we suddenly arrive here? Is this an illusion?” Vai stepped back in shock.
He felt someone behind him. Turning around, he found it was… the Sovereign of Wisdom!
Startled, Vai jumped repeatedly backward until he ended up hiding behind the Black Count. Trembling, he asked: “Why… why is the Sovereign of Wisdom also here? Did… did he break through the Earth Rampart?”
The Black Count gazed at the Sovereign of Wisdom, who was right there in front of them, and gently shook his head: “He didn’t break anything. This is simulated through illusion.”
“An illusion simulation?” Vai asked in surprise: “So this Sovereign of Wisdom is fake?”
Before the Black Count could answer, the Sovereign of Wisdom looked over with a smiling expression: “I’m not fake. Someone merely used illusions to bring our distance closer. But this closing of distance is only how it appears; in reality, we’re still very far apart.”
“Then why was I able to bump into you?” Vai still didn’t understand.
He had barely finished his question when he was drawn by Daus calling out from the side: “Hey, is this… is this made of Space Dense Stone?”
Turning his head, Vai saw that Daus had run to a corner of the ruins, picking up a white square block.
Underfoot lay many similar square blocks, but most were nearly shattered. Only the block in Daus’ hand remained intact and flawless.
“I’ve dealt with Space Dense Stone so many times. This texture is definitely Space Dense Stone!”
Daus was shouting as he turned to look at Angel: “Hey, Gold, is this Space Dense Stone?”
The Sovereign of Wisdom was just about to say that this was an illusion and that, given the separation of alternate dimension space, there was no way Angel could hear him. If Daus wanted to ask, he should do so through the mental connection.
Yet, to the Sovereign of Wisdom’s surprise, Angel heard Daus’ shout and lazily turned to look at him: “What does it matter if it is or isn’t? These are all simulated by me through illusion. You can’t take them out anyway.”
“No worries. Once I come in here myself, I can take it out!” Daus’ face was brimming with pleasure: “Right, I saw this first, so it’s mine!”
Completely enthralled by the potential gains before him, Daus didn’t even think about the strange anomalies in this illusion.
The others, however, regarded Angel with looks of puzzlement.
How on earth did he accomplish this? They were clearly outside, so why did it feel as if they had followed Angel directly into the Hanging Prison Stairs? If it’s just an illusion, how did Angel make it happen?
Even the apprentices were astonished, to say nothing of the Black Count or the Sovereign of Wisdom.
If this truly was an illusion, it would be tantamount to directly bringing them all inside the Hanging Prison Stairs!
At that moment, the Sovereign of Wisdom gently crouched down to scoop up a handful of dust that looked like white porcelain ash.
Judging from the shattered floor tiles around them, this dust should have been left by the breaking of the Space Dense Stone.
The Sovereign of Wisdom carefully rubbed the dust between his fingers, sensing its delicate smoothness. That feeling indeed matched what Space Dense Stone dust would be like after it was crushed.
“Did you simulate this with your illusion, too?” The Sovereign of Wisdom turned to Angel.
Taking even the largest steps back, he could somewhat comprehend the illusion’s overall immersion. But to reproduce such astonishing detail so perfectly… and then tell me this is an illusion?
“Yes.” Angel responded somewhat listlessly to the Sovereign of Wisdom, then turned his head the other way: “Red, can you stop rummaging around? Don’t go rummaging through everything.”
“And you there, why are you joining in? Put down that dust in your hand.” Angel looked at Vai, who was imitating the Sovereign of Wisdom by scooping up ash from the ground.
Chided by Angel, Daus and Vai both stopped what they were doing, meekly putting down what they had picked up.
When they dropped the objects in their hands, Angel’s expression relaxed a little.
“This is a live stream, got it? It’s not a treasure hunt for you to scavenge. You’re supposed to watch with your eyes.” Angel scolded: “Every time you touch these objects, it consumes a huge amount of my computational power, especially the ashes in the Sovereign of Wisdom’s and your hands.”
“Do you know how much computing capacity you made me expend? You don’t!”
Angel continued: “All this extra computational load might as well keep me standing here just to serve you. How do you expect me to continue the live stream like this?”
After hearing this, the Sovereign of Wisdom gently set down the dust in his hand: “We can feel the real texture when we touch these things. Is that because you’re expending computational power to make it so?”
Angel nodded: “That’s correct. This is a synchronized live stream. ‘Synchronized’ means whatever I perceive in here, all of you can immediately perceive as well. What I see, you see. What I obtain, you obtain.
“This isn’t as simple as setting up an illusion in advance. Real-time illusions, along with simulating everything you’re touching, requires computational power.”
In the Drama Shadow Box illusion, there are no variables. Even in an interactive Drama Shadow Box that appears to allow participants to choose different paths, it only seems variable on the surface; the box, once created, already has a self-consistent logical chain in place. Any choice remains within that logic.
However, this immersive full holographic live stream Angel had arranged possessed countless variables at every turn.
The reason was straightforward. Angel himself was entering the Hanging Prison Stairs after its collapse for the very first time. The unknown in itself was an uncontrollable variable.
And everything participants in the full-holographic live stream might touch feeds back into the main computing center, which must integrate and respond to it in real time, another variable. Angel can’t predict what they might decide to touch, nor can he decide it for them.
Such an immense number of variables obviously results in increased computational demands.
After Angel briefly explained the general situation, everyone finally understood why he had been so listless before: the increase in computational load.
Still, even so, everyone admired Angel’s astonishing control over illusions, as well as his boundless imagination.
Regarding this immersive full-holographic live stream, the Black Count couldn’t determine whether Sanders could achieve something like this, but he was certain that no ordinary illusion wizard could. Even a standard flat projection-style live stream might be impossible, let alone this.
The Black Count thought: Is this the eighth time Angel has delivered a surprise, or a shock? Perhaps this is what it means to be a genius.
While he inwardly sighed, the others had various reactions of their own. Vai, of course, had already been wearing the filter for an idol and now saw Angel in an even more glowing light. Kael was awestruck and worshipful, still in a daze.
Meanwhile, the Sovereign of Wisdom was indeed surprised by Angel’s skill, but his thoughts veered more toward pondering Angel’s true identity. Such a technique as a “moving illusion” plus this “immersive illusion” were both extremely difficult. The former he had at least heard of, but the latter was the first time he had encountered it, and he was well aware of how horrifyingly difficult it was.
Such formidable foundations, does the Noah family truly have the resources to foster that?
The Sovereign of Wisdom questioned Angel’s identity once more. The likelihood that he was a Noah again dropped.
As for Daus, he seemed the calmest. He did grasp how difficult this illusion was, but he’d grown accustomed to Angel tossing out shockers from time to time. Besides, back in Princess Town, he had experienced the twelve Zodiac Palace created by the rabbit Tea Tea, and had already been left reeling in astonishment.
Angel’s illusions had even created a living being like the rabbit Tea Tea, so this immersive live stream was “no big deal,” in Daus’ mind. Though Angel had denied that the rabbit Tea Tea was a truly intelligent being, Daus still believed that creature possessed spirit. Even if it lacked true intelligence, Daus was certain that constructing the twelve Zodiac Palace and the rabbit Tea Tea had to be harder than this immersive live stream.
From that perspective, Daus remained calm.
However, such a comparison was actually not entirely accurate. In one sense, creating the rabbit Tea Tea might indeed be more challenging than the immersive illusion. Yet the two endeavors cannot truly be compared, since the rabbit Tea Tea was an alchemy creation produced through the Mad Hatter’s Coronation, whereas Angel’s current immersive live stream is an application of illusions. They are fundamentally different, so there’s no point in comparing them.
Daus, an outsider to illusions, was only seeing the surface, so his understanding was normal. Nevertheless, his composure made the others seem as though they were lacking in knowledge.
With Daus as a contrast, the others didn’t want to look too astonished, so they put on a semblance of calm.
“This live stream is quite immersive, but won’t it frighten the Wood Spirit?” Daus brought up a question that everyone was curious about.
Earlier, the Sovereign of Wisdom had only permitted Angel and Kael to enter. Now there were so many people appearing, even if only illusions, wouldn’t that scare the Wood Spirit?
Faced with everyone’s skeptical gazes, Angel responded irritably: “I’m only synchronizing what’s happening here for you all to see. That already consumes a lot of my computational power. As for adding illusions of you inside here as well? Am I so crazy?”
Hearing that, they finally realized that their physical bodies were still outside.
Moreover, the illusions before them were actually constructed by an illusion node that Angel had left outside. The illusion was on the outside, so how could it affect the inside?
Once they understood that, they all felt a bit embarrassed.
It was simply because the illusion was so realistic that they felt as though they had truly arrived inside the Hanging Prison Stairs alongside Angel, causing them to forget the illusion’s nature.
This also demonstrated the astonishing level of Angel’s illusion skills.
From the Black Count’s perspective, the uniqueness of these illusions might even surpass Sanders.
“In that case, if it’s not two-way, how is it that you can see us? I can understand that part, but why can Kael see us as well?” Daus pointed at Kael.
Angel replied: “I pulled him into the illusion. Otherwise, if I were the only one muttering about telling you not to touch this or that, he’d think I was crazy.”
Angel hadn’t forgotten that Kael was, in fact, the initiator of everything. Before, Kael and Vai hadn’t been part of the mental connection simply to avoid giving themselves away. But now that everyone was inside the illusion, bringing Kael in was fine.
Moreover, compared to revealing Kael and Vai, Angel himself was actually the most likely to be exposed.
Although the Sovereign of Wisdom’s gaze didn’t outright show suspicion, the slight grin at the corner of his mouth seemed to convey: “Go on, keep up the act.”
And Angel did indeed plan to keep up the act.
He sensed that the Sovereign of Wisdom might have already guessed he wasn’t a descendant of Noah, but as long as Angel didn’t admit it, was the Sovereign of Wisdom truly able to be 100% certain?
Anyway, Angel intended to wait it out. As long as the Wood Spirit showed no response to Sanders’ aura, he would continue his performance.
If the Wood Spirit truly did sense Sanders’ aura, so be it. If his cover was blown, it was blown.
Chapter 2671 Immersive Broadcast <TOC> Chapter 2673 Returning After Death