Chapter 360 The Fairies in the Attic <TOC> Chapter 362 Corpse Hiding Cave
Translator: SumTLMan
“I have set up an illusion outside the house,” Angel said as he entered the room and sat on the sofa, speaking to Bal, “It can be called a Heart Demon Illusion, capable of invoking your deepest fears.”
Bal shuddered, as he had suspected that the terrifying ghosts outside were the creations of this great man. However, was it really an illusion? Bal trembled all over, recalling the suffocating feeling of being choked by a ghost. He had not forgotten the sensation, so real and painful. How could there be such a realistic illusion?
“How did you come back after you said you entered the illusion?” Angel asked curiously. Although the illusion outside was basic, Angel had incorporated some of his own designs into the illusion nodes, such as concealing spatial perception.
This ability to shield the senses, influence emotions, and freely manipulate designs within the illusion was something Angel discovered inadvertently. With his use and the addition of the Nightmare effect, this talent became more powerful and skillful.
It’s worth noting that even Mirror Lady had praised it, and Sanders had once said that this ability might determine Angel’s future direction in the field of illusions.
In any case, how could Bal, an ordinary person, voluntarily leave the illusion that concealed spatial perception?
Bal replied straightforwardly, “I was brought back by Mr. Totoro.”
Totoro? Upon hearing this name, Angel was momentarily taken aback.
Totoro had a pure and innocent heart, like a newborn child, with all his emotions and memories being a blank slate. Therefore, Angel could understand why he was not affected by the Heart Demon Illusion.
But why was Totoro immune to the concealment of spatial perception? This directly affected the brain’s vestibular system!
Anyone who was not extraordinary would inevitably be affected. Even extraordinary individuals who were unfamiliar with brain structure or had a lower energy level would also experience a loss of direction…
Angel suppressed his doubts and temporarily steered the conversation away from the topic.
“Give me one of your personal accessories,” Angel reached out his hand and said to Bal.
Bal hesitated for a moment, unsure of Angel’s intentions, but his reaction was swift, and he began searching his person…
He initially wanted to remove the gold ring he was wearing, but he didn’t know if Angel would appreciate such a mundane item. Eventually, he decided to take out an exquisite little box from his pocket.
Upon opening the box, Angel saw a pale pink rose earring inside.
Coincidentally, Bal had picked up such an earring in the morning when he came to this place, intending to give it to his lover. But since the great wizard wanted an accessory, he felt embarrassed to take out the gold ring and simply offered the earring instead.
“Are you sure you want to give me this?” Angel looked at the rose earring in his palm, full of girlish charm, and revealed a strange expression.
Bal nodded vigorously, “This is a limited edition collector’s piece from the renowned Batty Jewelry’s Rose Story series. It’s for you, Lord!”
Angel neither agreed nor disagreed, “I don’t need it; this is for you to use.”
As he spoke, Angel infused magical power into the rose earring, setting up a microscopic illusion magic node within it.
“Is this for me?”
Angel grinned and handed the rose earring back to Bal, “With this, you won’t be trapped in the central illusion realm when you come to see me in the future. You’ll need to protect Dushana and Totoro tomorrow, so put it on quickly.”
Bal was struck dumb. Why was it for him? Why didn’t you say that earlier?
“I thought it was…”
Angel replied, “There’s no ‘I thought.’ I just didn’t expect you to have such a unique preference.”
“Can I just keep it in my bag? Lord, look, I don’t have pierced ears!” Bal said with a mournful face. How did he end up in this situation? If he had known this, he would have removed the ring!
“It must be worn outside; if the magic node is blocked, it won’t work.” Angel didn’t give him a chance, using his Magic Hand to pick up the rose earring and forcibly put it on Bal’s left ear. A drop of blood fell, staining the pink rose pattern, making it even more delicate.
“It suits you well. You can leave now,” Angel said with a grin, “Don’t take it off before I leave Watthelmgrass. Also, don’t forget to discuss with Dushana and come to pick them up on time tomorrow.”
Bal swallowed his grievances and nodded. Finally, covering his ear, he left the villa with a disheartened expression.
Watching Bal’s receding figure, Dushana asked in confusion, “Lord, what’s wrong with his ear?”
Angel laughed, “He’s probably just too happy.”
“Happy? What do you mean?” Dushana was full of question marks. They had only talked for a while in the living room; how could he be so happy after coming out?
“Recognizing one’s true nature and returning to one’s true self isn’t that something to be happy about?” Angel finished and turned to go back to his room, leaving behind a thoughtful Dushana murmuring, “Returning to the true self?”
…
That night, the entire city was fast asleep.
Angel came to Totoro’s room. Totoro was curled up like a shrimp, fast asleep with his body bent.
Angel did not wake Totoro but used this room as a reference to create an illusory space.
The content of the illusion was simple: a mass of fog. However, Angel concealed Totoro’s sense of space, causing him to lose his grasp of distance and direction.
Angel stood outside the door and used his Magic Hand to awaken Totoro.
Totoro woke up with a dazed expression, got up from the bed, looked around at the surrounding fog, and then, without hesitation, lay back down and continued sleeping.
Angel: “…”
Angel woke Totoro up once more. This time, just before Totoro was about to lie back down, Angel called out softly, “Totoro, come out.”
Upon hearing Angel’s voice, Totoro’s ears perked up, and his bleary eyes gained a hint of clarity. He then crawled out of bed and walked unhesitatingly towards the door. After pushing the door open and seeing Angel outside, his eyes lit up, and he revealed a genuine smile to Angel.
Angel: “…”
The hint he had given Totoro did not work. Why was that?
Angel thought for a moment and returned Totoro’s smile. Then, Totoro’s vision blurred momentarily, and he discovered that Angel had transformed into a four-eared clouded leopard, lunging towards him.
Fear flickered in Totoro’s eyes as he dodged the clouded leopard’s attack.
Immediately after, his vision blurred once more. The clouded leopard disappeared, and Angel stood in front of him again.
Angel smiled and said, “Go back to sleep. Goodnight.”
He then turned around and left.
Totoro looked puzzled but didn’t say anything. He obediently went back to bed and continued to sleep soundly.
After returning to his room, Angel sat at the table, pondering, “Just like the tests at the Hunter’s Cabin, illusions can deceive his eyes. But why can’t they affect his spatial perception?”
Was there a reason behind this? Could it be that after being soaked in Akeso’s blood essence for a thousand years, Totoro’s energy level had surpassed his? But this didn’t make sense either. If the energy level was higher than his, why could illusions still deceive his eyes? Angel thought for a long time but couldn’t figure it out.
Nevermind. There were too many mysteries surrounding Totoro, such as how he had remained undead for a thousand years. Why worry about these trivial matters?
In the end, Angel gave up pondering and continued studying the healing spell.
Healing spells required a basic understanding of the human body, which was not an issue for Angel. He had begun learning both Western and Eastern medical theories when he was young. Although his abilities were not exceptionally high, his foundation was solid.
As Angel delved into the study of healing spells, time flew by, and soon it was the day of the extraordinary gathering.
During these days, Leonrique hadn’t come to see him, probably scared by Angel’s remark about facing a wizard who could destroy Watthelmgrass. On one hand, there was his daughter’s life, and on the other, the lives of an entire city. Moreover, even if he angered the wizard, it was not certain that he could find his daughter’s shadow. It was indeed a difficult choice.
Angel didn’t mind. The reason he sought Leonrique that day was because the appearance of “Shadow” had piqued his curiosity about what the “Kulakuka” referred to. As for helping Leonrique save those who had lost their shadows, he had no such plan.
He hadn’t even sorted out his own path ahead; how could he have the leisure to care about others?
Compared to the affairs of the “Kulakuka Tribe,” he was more interested in the matters of “Hippocrates.” Why was there a planar passage there, and why did the Colorful Dragonflies choose to build their nest there and not leave for a thousand years? Moreover, why hadn’t Akeso, a wizard-level magical beast, ever left?
However, even if he couldn’t obtain any information, Angel didn’t care. Because both of these matters, in essence, boiled down to his “curiosity”—one with slightly more curiosity and the other with slightly less. Besides, neither of these matters had any visible benefits for him at the moment.
He was not an apprentice who had been stuck for decades, needing to rely on chance encounters to make a breakthrough.
Thus, he was not genuinely invested in these two matters. Whether or not he could obtain information was inconsequential.
What truly occupied the forefront of his mind was finding a way back, either to return to the Savage Grottoes or to head to the Sky Mechanical City.
Everything depended on today’s gathering.
If there were still no answers, he would have to prepare for a continued life of wandering.
The gathering was scheduled for midnight, and before that, Angel had some preparations to make. These were not preparations for battle, but rather, he intended to create a list.
He needed to purchase or exchange some materials from others at the gathering because he wanted to create a means of transportation.
Regardless of whether he could find a way forward at the gathering, he would eventually have to leave. Since he had to depart, he could no longer rely on his own two feet to cover the distance, so creating a vehicle was a necessity.
During the days when he was honing his tricks, he had also studied the creation of vehicles. The —Introductory Alchemy Foundation Collection— he had recorded contained manuscripts on the production of basic vehicles.
Creating a vehicle primarily focused on the power system. Angel had no intention of being innovative, so he followed the instructions to craft the power system. After searching through the book for a while, he finally found a power system that he could currently create and for which he had sufficient materials.
However, with the core problem resolved, the non-core but essential issue became Angel’s greatest concern.
A means of transportation could not rely solely on a power system; a shell capable of supporting the power system was also necessary.
And most of these shells were made of non-graded materials. Angel had many precious materials, but ironically, he had the fewest non-graded consumable materials.
Angel pondered that although the wizard apprentices attending this gathering were mostly self-taught, they should be able to provide at least some of these non-graded materials, right?
Chapter 360 The Fairies in the Attic <TOC> Chapter 362 Corpse Hiding Cave