Chapter 800 The Little Mermaid <TOC> Chapter 802 Wondrous Illusionary Realm
Translator: SumTLMan
This song, Angel had never heard before, but as the faint melody entered his ears, he was completely transfixed.
He had previously thought that the songs of mermaids were already heavenly, though they couldn’t compare to the grand atmosphere of a music theater, they stood out because of their inherent enchanting effect.
Even though adult mermaids possessed even more beautiful voices, it seemed that the limit of mermaid songs was still within human reach.
But the song he was hearing now completely shattered Angel’s assumptions.
Although it was just a single voice, it produced the effect of multiple voices. Although it was only a single female voice singing, it seemed as if countless instruments were accompanying her. And her voice was so beautiful that it seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space.
The world was her stage, the waves her drums, the sea breeze her trumpet, and even the hidden undercurrents were her restrained beats!
This was music that could not be achieved by human effort!
No one could resist the charm of this song, not even Angel.
Almost instantly, he was immersed in the melody.
As the song began, the orange-red sunset sky was suddenly replaced by a bright moon hanging high in the boundless starry night!
However, this did not mean that the sky had changed, but rather that when one was immersed in this song, they completely forgot the passage of time, and only when there was a gap in the melody did they realize that a long time had passed and the sunset had been replaced by the starry sky.
Angel’s gaze locked onto the source of the song, and he saw at the center of the coral island, on a throne built of shells, corals, and gemstones, a stunning mermaid woman wearing a pearl crown was holding a scepter and singing with her eyes closed.
Her beauty was indescribable and unparalleled in the world.
Her singing seemed to call upon the stars and sing of all things in the world, the birth of the tides, and the soft waves of the moonlit night.
Accompanying her singing, a group of extremely handsome male mermaids emerged from the sea, appearing by her side, either kneeling beside her fish tail, harmonizing with her, lying down, or holding tridents as if guarding her. She was like a queen of the sea surrounded by stars…
Such extravagant and indulgent scenes reminded Angel of the dazzling feasts and dances.
But when he took a closer look, he found that although the gender balance of the mermaids on the coral island was extremely unequal and the male mermaids were very handsome and all gathered around the female mermaid, he didn’t feel the slightest sense of vulgarity that was present in Feast Dance Charm.
Combined with the music and the changing scenery, along with the female mermaid’s subtly discernible “divinity” as she sang, Angel felt that it was actually very sacred, as if he were witnessing a solemn ceremony.
As the singing continued to linger, Angel’s emotions began to rise and fall as he watched the scene before him. When she sang of the turning of the stars, the sky changed color and the stars paved the way for her! When she sang of the birth of the tides, the waves began to rise incessantly! When she sang of inner emotions, countless handsome male mermaids willingly bowed down before her.
Cloaked in her iridescent robe, she reflected the multitude of stars above, illuminating a swath of sea, an absolutely stunning spectacle.
She didn’t resemble a queen of the sea, rather, she reminded Angel of a legend.
A legend of the Sea Goddess.
Of course, he knew in his heart that this wasn’t a real Sea Goddess, just a mermaid of royal lineage who hadn’t shed her mortal coil. Nevertheless, his mind began to race, his eyes growing brighter.
The moon shone brilliantly, stars filled the sky. A host of exceptionally handsome mermen, standing guard around the world’s most beautiful mermaid. The sea churned in response to them, the starry sky shone down for them!
As he watched the scene unfolding before him, Angel’s mind was a storm of inspiration, his ideas colliding, sparks of creativity flying with each collision.
“The sound… it’s beautiful! But it’s not enough!” he exclaimed, seemingly unaware.
To the astonishment of Toby and Drew, Angel leaped from the Gondola, suspending himself in mid-air.
“Not enough! It’s still not enough! The stars are obscured by clouds, I need more, the sky needs to be denser with stars!” As Angel’s words fell, whether it was the mermaids sensing it, or some unseen force aiding him, a sudden wind blew the thin clouds away revealing a radiant star-studded sky.
The moonlight shone down, a song expressing emotion, a scene of unparalleled beauty.
Despite all this, the burgeoning inspiration in Angel’s mind continued to clamor, “It’s not enough! Still not enough! The waves need to be higher, the wind needs to be stronger!”
Angel’s cries echoed like a madman, his mind seemingly formulating a certain pattern.
Drew, bewildered, had no idea what Angel was doing.
Below, on the coral islet atop the giant turtle, a commotion arose. The merfolk looked at Angel suspended in mid-air, a wave of agitation passing through them.
“A human suspended in mid-air? Must be a wizard,” conjectured the handsome merman with a black shell embedded in his ear.
“Certainly a wizard. What do we do now? Dive immediately?” a companion urged.
“The princess rarely goes on tours, wouldn’t it be too disappointing to dive?”
“Do you want the princess to face the wrath of a wizard? You know, we as mermen knights, can’t compete with a wizard possessing the power to destroy heaven and earth.”
“Should we leave the decision to the princess?”
All the merfolk turned their gaze towards the princess.
The mermaid princess, who they reverently guarded at their center, seemed oblivious to the tumult outside. She continued her song, becoming even more focused on her chant.
Just moments before, an inexplicable sentiment had resonated within her heart. The sentiment originated from the levitating man above her, urging her not to stop and continue her song.
The mermaid princess was well aware that the figure suspended in mid-air was a legendary wizard. Perhaps they could escape unscathed relying on the enormous turtle’s defense against the wizard’s wrath. However, she didn’t sense any malice from the wizard towards them. Instead, he continued to urge her to sing, as if he, like most humans, was intoxicated by her melody.
She took pride in her singing, hoping that her song could earn her the friendship of the esteemed wizard. Thus, she didn’t choose to cease, but instead continued to sing her melodious tune.
Her choice influenced the other mermaids around her, including the handsome mermaid knights.
If the mermaid princess was not afraid, then what did they have to fear?
“Not enough! The waves need to be higher, the wind stronger. It’s not enough! Not enough!” Angel was completely immersed in his own world, where he was constructing an illusion.
This illusion was based on the current scene, but it was different. Angel intended to delve deeper, to touch things that seemed imperceptible, difficult to reach in a state of absolute rationality. Therefore, Angel deliberately let himself be bewitched by the mermaid princess’s song, entering her ballad.
With a touch of madness, he strove to grasp that fleeting spark of inspiration.
Therefore, the mermaid princess’s song must not stop.
In the illusion Angel envisioned, he wanted more than just those small waves. He yearned for larger ones, akin to the towering waves in the Devil’s Sea.
He wished for colossal winds that would rip apart the beauty before him, then mend it in a state of fragmentation.
These were Angel’s thoughts as he fully submerged himself in the song. Though he could produce such a scene with his own magic, he couldn’t do it now.
If he did, he would snap out of his surge of inspiration.
The mermaid princess also heard Angel’s cries, but her heart was filled with bitterness. With her abilities, she couldn’t create towering waves, let alone summon a greater gale.
Seeing the inspiration about to fade, Angel’s cries became even more frantic.
Meanwhile, a cluster of water bubbles leisurely floating at the seabed began to slowly coalesce into a human shape, transforming into a handsome young man with fish scales on his forehead.
This man was Jiebo, who was ordered to tail Angel.
“Huh, what’s Angel yelling about? Higher waves? Stronger winds?”
Furrowing his brow in confusion, Jiebo struggled to grasp Angel’s intentions. Possessing a unique constitution, he inherently understood the ebb and flow of the marine world. He received news from other sea creatures of a mermaid princess, a member of the Rogues, touring the area. This, however, didn’t seem to justify Angel’s excitement.
Casting a glance at the enchanting mermaid princess chanting on the coral island, Jiebo mused, “Indeed, she is quite attractive. Yet, if her hair was aqua, it would be even better. If it were a bit shorter, a bit curlier…”
As Jiebo was assessing the mermaid princess, Angel’s exclamation echoed in his ears once more.
“Hurricanes and waves are not the mermaid princess’s doing,” Jiebo muttered, watching Angel’s frenzied actions. He subconsciously manipulated the surrounding ocean currents.
In an instant, a towering wave surged forth, naturally accompanied by a fierce hurricane.
Angel’s eyes lit up. His mind, nourished by the unfolding spectacle, sparked with creativity. Yet, he felt something was missing. “Not enough!” he exclaimed.
Frowning, Jiebo murmured, “Still not enough? What on earth is he thinking about? Has he discovered me? Is he testing me intentionally?”
Despite his uncertainty, Jiebo decided to indulge Angel, curious to see what he was attempting to achieve.
As higher waves continued to rise, Angel was still mumbling, “Not enough! Still not enough!”
Hence, wave after wave surged higher, until at last, a colossal, earth-shattering wave emerged, along with a raging hurricane…
In the midst of this apocalyptic spectacle, the mermaid princess’s chant continued undeterred.
Her melody fluctuated, matching the crescendo and decrescendo of the surrounding chaos. Yet, as the “doomsday” approached, her voice gradually returned to tranquility, instilling a sense of inner peace. It was as if, amidst the boundless tumultuous waves, she was the sole ark of salvation.
Meanwhile, Angel’s creative spark finally fully accumulated at this moment.
“Enough!”
As his voice fell, a myriad of smoke and dust began to billow out from Angel. In Jiebo’s eyes, these were nodes of illusion spells. These nodes started to arrange and structure themselves, forming an illusory realm, enveloping Angel in layers.
Jiebo’s brow furrowed deeper, “What on earth is he doing?”
Just as Jiebo was engrossed in his confusion, a unique fluctuation characteristic of alchemy radiated from the illusory realm.
“Alchemy?!”
Chapter 800 The Little Mermaid <TOC> Chapter 802 Wondrous Illusionary Realm