Chapter 292 Peter Pan <TOC> Chapter 294 Advice
Translator: SumTLMan
He began trying various ways to coax the green-feathered owl doll back into the Nightmare Plane.
This was because Angel feared that closing the portal would alert Ollie and provoke her attack. He used all his skills to finally coax Ollie into the Nightmare Plane to inform the queen, preparing a massive attack on the wizard world.
As soon as Ollie returned to the Nightmare Plane, Angel immediately closed the portal, then performed an act of his own “operational error” accidentally closing the portal—
“And then I saw the white mist disappear. The Mentor should know everything that happened next,” Angel said.
“Besides that, have you encountered any other strange places?” Sanders asked.
Angel pondered for a moment, “Speaking of strange places, indeed, there were some.”
“Such as?”
“All the creatures seemed to know me, and they called me… Shava. But I don’t know who Shava is, and I don’t recognize her.” Angel looked bewildered when mentioning Shava: “I guess they mistook me for someone else, but this misunderstanding is quite good. At least I could infiltrate their ranks, and it was because of Shava’s identity that I managed to extract the method to close the portal from Ollie.”
Sanders shook his head, “Would a wizard-level creature mistake someone? Do you think the chances are high?”
“Indeed, not high. But besides that, I can’t find any other reasonable explanation. Could it be that my real name is Shava? That’s impossible.” Angel knew that his speculation was somewhat unconvincing, but he had no other guesses.
“Why is it impossible?” Sanders was silent for a while before suddenly asking.
“Angel, do you remember the wizard’s evaluation of the Nightmare Plane?”
—Project Reality, Reveal Illusion, Create Truth. Angel slowly recited this sentence, and when he said “Create Truth,” his face displayed a look of terror.
“Do you mean, Mentor, that there’s a projection of me in the Nightmare Plane?” Angel felt a chill down his spine just thinking about this possibility.
Another you exists in the world, not a human, but a creature?!
“It’s possible. Although I’ve never seen a human being projected before, I suspect your nightmare soul’s level is extremely high, which has caused some miraculous changes,” Sanders did not rule out this possibility: “However, this is just a guess. If you indeed have a projected alter ego in the Nightmare Plane… well, let’s call it a shadow alter ego for now.”
“If there really is a shadow alter ego, all of its traits should be yours to deceive wizard-level creatures. In addition, there is another point worth pondering…”
“What makes those creatures so sure that you are Shava?”
Sanders’ question seemed to be an explanation itself, but Angel immediately grasped the implication: “You mean to say that Shava might not actually be in the Nightmare Plane?!”
Only if Shava was not in the Nightmare Plane would those creatures casually assume Angel was Shava. Otherwise, if Shava were in the Nightmare Plane, they wouldn’t just pin the name on Angel so carelessly.
“I can only say that it is a possibility. There may be other reasons we don’t understand, and we need more clues to verify.” Sanders was not certain either, as the Nightmare Plane was too vast and mysterious. Perhaps Shava was actually in another corner of the Nightmare Plane.
“But Shava is clearly a woman’s name…” Angel was somewhat concerned about this point. If there truly was another him in the world, and it happened to be a woman, that would be too strange.
“Wizards rarely pay attention to one’s appearance. To remember a person, they don’t merely remember their physical appearance. Instead, they consider their temperament, soul’s radiance, pheromones, etc. Even if one’s appearance and gender change, if other elements meet at least three criteria, they can generally determine a person’s identity,” Sanders explained.
Angel: “Then, Lady Mirror…”
Sanders interrupted him directly: “Except for some witches who are obsessed with appearances.”
“Regarding this matter, I will record it as a new Nightmare Plane subject for long-term discussion and research, and you will be an important participant in this project.” As Sanders said this, he took out a blank parchment, dipped a quill in blood ink, and a beautifully written blood-red script appeared at the center of the parchment.
“Nightmare Plane Projection Traits Research, Subject Three (Biological Projections).”
Project Lead: Sanders Iguro
Participants: Angel Pat
Angel noticed that Sanders hesitated slightly when writing the surname. “Iguro” was the first time Angel learned Sanders’ real name.
After putting down the parchment, Sanders looked up at Angel again: “Besides this, have you noticed any other anomalies?”
Angel thought for a moment. In fact, there was another issue, such as why the Nightmare Plane creatures used the names of people from their Pat Manor, but Sanders had just explained that it might be some kind of “biological projection.” Although Angel still found it odd why the projection appeared as an animal, he did not delve further, considering that his projection might be a woman.
“Nothing else, I’ve mentioned everything else,” Angel recalled carefully. Apart from that, he couldn’t find anything particularly unusual, as the incident itself was very peculiar. How did he summon the Nightmare Plane? Why did the woman appear when he thought of her to construct the illusion?
In this already exceptional event, Angel had tried his best to find an even more exceptional place.
After hearing the story, Sanders furrowed his brow. Shava’s matter could be investigated later. However, according to Angel’s account, infiltrating the enemy and extracting information from them might sound overly dramatic, but it was still possible. Moreover, he had been secretly observing with his magic, and Angel had not lied.
In the absence of lies from Angel, whose responsibility should the current situation with the Twilight Auction be attributed to?
The reason Sanders had returned from outside earlier was that he had received an urgent magical message in the Mirror World.
“I called you here urgently because I received a message just now.” Sanders looked at Angel, observing his expression: “A message about the Twilight Auction House.”
Angel frowned, “What message? Is Twilight talking behind my back? She cornered me twice yesterday. If it weren’t for Miss Flora’s timely appearance, I might have died.”
Sanders noticed that Angel’s reaction was normal, and his physiological indicators showed no significant changes. He was just slightly irritated when mentioning Twilight.
Sanders thought to himself: It seems that Angel really doesn’t know.
“Last night, the inner area of the Twilight Auction House was attacked by magical creatures. So far, no one has entered the inner area, and all living beings that did, including official wizards, have perished.” Sanders paused: “If there are no surprises, it should be the work of a Fox Pianist and another Frog Singer, perhaps even involving a peculiar Joker card.”
“Fox and Frog?” Angel asked incredulously, and the Ace?
Sanders nodded, recalling that Angel had mentioned these two animals’ names to him before: “It should be them.”
“That’s impossible…” Angel murmured, “Do they have such capabilities?”
“These two animals, like the green-feathered owl doll, are all wizard-level magical creatures. Why do you think they don’t have such capabilities?” Sanders asked with a smile.
“They should be guests from another world, right? Shouldn’t their power be greatly reduced? How could they possibly kill wizards?” As Angel spoke, he casually set up a blank illusion and pulled a heart-patterned teacup from the opulent Nightmare Domain, placing it in front of Sanders: “Look, Mentor, their power has decreased by 99%, and they can’t even reflect ordinary tricks. By this logic, shouldn’t Fox and Frog’s power be reduced as well?”
Sanders shook his head: “It’s not calculated like that. The reason this teacup’s power has been reduced so much is that its original power was only this much. They were the first wave to come out of the passage and naturally are the lowest level beings in the Nightmare Plane. The ability to be immune and reflect attacks may have other reasons, but it is definitely not due to their own power.”
“Is that so?” Angel picked up a teacup, threw it back into the Nightmare Domain, and dispelled the blank illusion. “By the way, Mentor, how should I deal with these Teacup Bands and Red Wooden Toy Soldiers?”
“Let’s discuss those later; first, we need to address the issue at hand.” Sanders, with some annoyance, interrupted Angel’s erratic thinking: “A century ago, I accidentally released a wizard-level creature from the Nightmare Plane. Its strength was comparable to Flora’s at the time, and it didn’t diminish after arriving in the Wizarding World.”
“It didn’t diminish?!” Angel exclaimed in surprise, “Why not?”
“There are two main reasons why visitors from other realms do not experience a decrease in strength. First, the power they cultivate is similar to a wizard’s and originates from within them, so it doesn’t decrease with environmental changes.” Sanders explained this reason but quickly dismissed it: “However, many Nightmare Plane creatures can be found in other worlds, like the Demon-Eating Flower King you encountered, which also exists in the Wizarding World. Do you think that the cultivation methods of instinct-driven creatures like the Demon-Eating Flower King could be on par with wizards who traverse countless planes?”
“Second, the world consciousness deliberately overlooks them. Not all visitors from other realms are harmful to the Wizarding World. If they are beneficial to the Wizarding World itself, the world consciousness will ignore them, like some otherworldly creature plants.”
Sanders paused for a moment: “I think neither of the above two possibilities is likely. So, there is only one situation left.”
“Another possibility?”
“Do you think you would be rejected by the Wizarding World?” Instead of answering directly, Sanders asked Angel.
“Mentor means to say…”
“If they originate from the Wizarding World and possess the World’s original mark, the world’s will wouldn’t trouble them.” Sanders went on to use the example of the Demon-Eating Flower King.
“The Nightfall City in the Nightmare Plane is a projection of the Nightfall City in the Wizarding World. Barring any accidents, the Demon-Eating Flower King in Nightfall City is also a projection from the Wizarding World. Therefore, its origin still comes from the Wizarding World. I believe that even if the Demon-Eating Flower King from Nightfall City came to the Wizarding World, its strength would not diminish.”
Angel: “According to Mentor, if it’s a creature projected from another plane, such as one projected from the Frigid World into the Nightmare Plane, would its strength still be forcibly reduced by the world’s will when it comes to the Wizarding World due to the difference in origins?”
Sanders nodded: “Exactly.”
“The Fox Pianist and the Frog Singer are definitely projections from the Wizarding World, with their origin in the Wizarding World, and their strength hasn’t diminished.” As Sanders said this, he sighed deeply: “Moreover, they don’t come from the outer regions of the Nightmare Plane. I’m afraid their strength isn’t simply at the wizard level, but rather, comparable to the wizard-level creatures of the Path of True Knowledge!”