Chapter 417 Promise Fulfillment <TOC> Chapter 419 Five Flavors of Emotions
Translator: SumTLMan
This was Isabelle’s voice.
Her soft murmur sounded as if she was whispering right next to Angel’s ear.
However, when Angel carefully listened, he found that he couldn’t understand a word she was saying.
But Angel noticed something. Each time Isabelle uttered a syllable, he felt a tingling sensation on his skin, from his scalp to his spine and down to his feet. It was as if someone was gently tickling him with a feather.
This did not seem like a language, but rather a resonance of the soul.
Isabelle’s speech consisted of 33 syllables. She repeated it twice before falling silent.
Angel was puzzled, silently pondering Isabelle’s intentions in his heart. What did her words mean? Were they related to his journey through this dark space?
After walking for some time, he was still wandering in the darkness, not even knowing if he was on the right path.
Darkness could corrode one’s heart, and absolute silence could drive one mad. Coupled with an uncertain future, Angel grew increasingly restless, wanting to vent his frustration by yelling.
But he found that he couldn’t speak?
It was as if he had lost his sense of hearing.
Angel was stunned. How had he heard Isabelle’s voice earlier?
Could it be that those syllables were unusual? Angel fell silent for a moment, recalling the syllables Isabelle had previously uttered, and tentatively imitated them.
As the first syllable was spoken, Angel clearly heard the sound. A sudden realization struck him – it must be the peculiar syllables.
The second syllable, the third syllable… all the way to the last syllable.
When the final syllable was spoken, Angel suddenly felt as if he had broken free from some sort of shackles. From his body to his soul, he was filled with a sense of freedom.
Following Isabelle’s example, Angel unconsciously recited the syllables for the second time.
This time, as Angel spoke each syllable, he felt his body rising. When he uttered the last syllable, a white light suddenly appeared before him, revealing a spacious hall behind it. He vaguely saw a figure within the hall.
So, the syllables were actually the key to the exit?!
With curiosity, Angel stepped into the white light.
As he emerged from the white light, Angel saw Isabelle sitting quietly in front of him. She slowly opened her eyes, a divine light flickering within them.
“Lady Isabelle.” Angel was about to greet her but immediately noticed something strange.
—He was not actually speaking but unconsciously communicating through emotions.
Angel paused, seemingly recalling something, and suddenly looked back. On the ground behind him lay a thin young man.
Upon seeing the young man’s face, Angel quickly realized: “Has my soul left my body?”
The person on the ground was his physical body, and he was now in a soul state.
“Did you remember that phrase just now?” Isabelle suddenly looked up at Angel’s soul.
Angel hesitated for a moment, instinctively nodding his head. The phrase was not long, and it was not difficult for him to remember.
“That phrase is the opportunity I promised to give you,” Isabelle said calmly. “With that phrase, you can freely separate your soul from your body.”
“Free soul separation? Is it the Soul Binding spell?” Angel remembered that it seemed only by mastering the Soul Binding spell could one’s soul leave the body.
Isabelle shook her head: “This is not the Soul Binding spell. In my early years, when I traveled to the Source World, I accidentally obtained the one-time-use right to ‘Augustine’s Twin Mirror’. I obtained it through a trade with another person using this mysterious mirror.”
“Augustine’s… Twin Mirror?” Angel silently repeated the name.
Hearing Angel’s muttering, Isabelle thought that Angel was simply curious about this mysterious item, especially since he was an alchemist and almost earned the title of “Mysterious Alchemist.”
Isabelle felt deep guilt towards Angel because she forcefully took away half of the “Mysterious Soul”. Even after giving Angel the “Secret Soul Whisper,” she felt that it still did not compare to the value of that mysterious item.
So, with a somewhat guilty mindset,
Since Angel was curious about this mysterious item, Isabelle did not hide anything and told him what she knew.
“Augustine’s Twin Mirror is a mysterious item collected by an ancient wizard organization in the Source World, passed down from ancient times. The Source World has a classification system for mysterious items, and Augustine’s Twin Mirror is a high-level mysterious item,” Isabelle explained lightly. “Its function is to communicate and even trade with people from random worlds. The other world may be separated from our Wizarding World by countless planes, or it may be a world beyond the source essence, or even a world that does not exist in this realm.”
“I just taught you the ‘Mysterious Soul Whisper,’ which I obtained through a trade with a being who calls itself a ‘Mystborn’ by using Augustine’s Twin Mirror,” Isabelle paused before continuing: “According to my tests, the Mysterious Soul Whisper can be used normally in our Wizarding World, and its effects are not diminished by the weakening of the grand will. It seems that this ‘Mystborn’ race may possess secret spells that span myriad dimensions, just like us wizards.”
“There are many opportunities and mysterious items in the Source World, and they might even have the crafting methods for those items. If you ever have a chance, you must visit the Source World; it is the true backbone of the Wizarding World.”
Angel asked with doubt: “I remember my mentor once told me that the passage to the Source World was broken, wasn’t it?”
Isabelle revealed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth: “Human calculations led to the destruction of the passage from the Southern Region to the Source World. However, the Wizarding World is not limited to the Southern Region; there are routes to the Source World in the West, East, and North. Even if none of them are accessible, as long as you have the will, you will find your own way. A thousand years ago, my original body found a coordinate map and decided to traverse countless dimensions to return to the Source World.”
Isabelle’s words conveyed a lot of information. Source World, West, North… Angel didn’t care too much about these things. He was too low-level at the moment, and considering these matters would be like chasing a mirage. What he was really interested in was “Augustine’s Twin Mirror.”
It was not the mysterious item itself that he was interested in, but the prefix “Augustine.”
Angel had seen the name “Augustine” in the Nightmare Plane’s Abyss City. It belonged to a man who was infatuated with Margaret, the daughter of the prison warden of the “Staircase to Purgatory.” Angel had found many of Augustine’s notes in Margaret’s boudoir, filled with love.
Angel still remembered that his full name was “Augustine Noah.” Was he related to “Augustine’s Twin Mirror”?
“Lady Isabelle, is Augustine the crafter of that mysterious item?” Angel inquired.
Isabelle shook her head: “I don’t know, maybe he is.”
Hearing Isabelle’s answer, Angel didn’t continue to ask about this issue, as it was clear she didn’t know the meaning of the name. Since he couldn’t get an answer, Angel decided to bring the conversation back to the “Mysterious Soul Whisper.”
“Just a few syllables can make the soul leave the body…” If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it: “What is the principle behind this ‘Mysterious Soul Whisper’?”
Isabelle laughed and said: “The Mysterious Soul Whisper is not as simple as you think. It has its own algorithm. Each soul has different algorithms and syllables. The time you spent hovering in the realm of souls was actually me using you as a template to calculate the corresponding syllables.”
“Because I had an agreement with that ‘Mystborn,’ I cannot pass on the algorithm, only the results to you.”
Angel roughly understood – it was like giving someone a fish but not teaching them how to fish.
Although curious, he did not pursue further. At most, it was a skill similar to Gravity Lines; difficult to understand but can be applied.
Thinking of Gravity Lines, after Angel’s soul went out of body, he had been able to sense their location within his soul, and could even vaguely manipulate them… but he dared not.
He remembered Nisi once told him that his soul power was not enough to manipulate Gravity Lines, and if he forcefully did so, his soul would undoubtedly wither and die.
Without this restriction, relying on the effects of Gravity Lines would certainly lead to a dramatic increase in his strength.
As Angel was feeling regretful, Isabelle continued: “After practicing and becoming familiar with Mysterious Soul Whisper, you can achieve near-instant casting. It doesn’t consume magic power, nor does it require building a model, so it’s basically equivalent to a wizard’s spell. Are you satisfied with this opportunity?”
Angel nodded.
Although it seemed that the out-of-body soul was of little use to him at the moment, it was still a “quasi-instant spell”, which he considered a freebie.
Isabelle saw some clues on Angel’s face.
“Do you think the out-of-body soul is useless to you?”
Angel hesitated and was about to explain.
But Isabelle didn’t wait for Angel to answer, and suddenly pointed her finger at the void. A ray of brilliance fell into Angel’s soul.
The brilliance went rampant in his soul, eventually merging directly into the source of the Gravity Lines.
After the purification in the Living Soul Garden, the gray mist spreading in Angel’s soul had been gathered into clusters. Now, the brilliance merged into the Gravity Lines, and the originally clustered source was compressed even smaller. It was like a small bead floating deep in the soul.
“The Gravity Lines inside your body have mutated, and can only be released through soul power. It’s a bad thing, but also a good thing. You will understand in the future.”
“Just now, I reinforced the source of your rhythm, so you won’t pour out too much of the Gravity Lines all at once, leading to excessive consumption of soul power. You can now freely control the amount of Gravity Lines used, as long as it doesn’t exceed your own soul power limit, it won’t affect you too much.” Isabelle said, and took out a parchment scroll from her spatial tool: “This scroll records the method of cultivating the soul. You can follow the method on it to train your soul and slowly replenish the consumed soul power.”
Isabelle didn’t tell Angel that even if he didn’t practice cultivating his soul according to the scroll, he could still recover by relying on the essence of soul power that slowly emerged from the wound on his back. However, it would take longer.
After receiving the parchment scroll, Angel, filled with doubts, cautiously tried to extract a small amount of Gravity Lines from the rhythm source.
Sure enough, as Isabelle said, the Gravity Lines no longer poured out, but instead, like water droplets, slowly emerged according to the desired quantity.
Angel’s eyes brightened. If he could freely control the use of Gravity Lines, then the ‘Mysterious Soul Whisper’ would be incredibly useful. Once the soul went out of the body, relying on Gravity Lines, his strength might even double!
Chapter 417 Promise Fulfillment <TOC> Chapter 419 Five Flavors of Emotions