Chapter 803 The Goddess of the Sea <TOC> Chapter 805 The Elusive Sigh
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Although the primary framework of the illusionary realm was of his own design, the intricacies were essentially filled in by whimsical thoughts that spontaneously emerged during his state of deep immersion.
Even the core character within – the Goddess of the Sea, Angel only roughly sketched out a frame. The rest was conjured during his subconscious state.
After all, he originally intended to model the Goddess of the Sea after the mermaid princess. Yet, although the mermaid princess vaguely emanated a shred of “divinity” when she sang, she herself was not worthy of the title “god.”
Using her image to design the Goddess of the Sea could likely result in a figure devoid of spirit, falling into cliché. However, Angel was uncertain of how to portray the so-called divinity, so he could only proceed according to his original idea.
Yet, when he truly began crafting the image of the Goddess of the Sea, under the influence of his peculiar state, he did not incorporate any of his personal perceptions. The resulting image was entirely conceived unconsciously.
Up to this point, even Angel himself had not seen the Goddess of the Sea.
Hence, this alchemical illusionary realm was more of a “subconscious” creation, or perhaps it aligned with some frequency under which Angel created unconsciously. During the creation process, Angel was largely in a daze, the only clarity being that he must follow the design of the illusionary realm itself to attain perfection.
Thus, Angel couldn’t possibly have modified the illusionary realm beforehand.
If he consciously altered the illusionary realm, everything would become dull and it would be impossible to trigger such an odd visionary space.
However, due to the stream-of-consciousness approach to creating the illusionary realm, Angel himself was now unable to navigate through it.
Angel sat cross-legged in the dark space, listening to the ticking passage of time. While his thoughts were filled with tension, he also tried to maintain his cool.
Discarding the luck factor, what he needed to ponder was how he could pass through this illusionary realm?
“The plot of this illusionary realm is simple, it’s about sailing in search of miracles,” Angel paused, murmuring to himself, “The challenges are two-fold: one, memory is blocked; two, one needs to survive at sea.”
At first glance, the process seemed simple and the challenges few, but the difficulty was extremely high.
Even a beginner apprentice faced with the raging sea would essentially be helpless, not to mention a mortal with blocked memories?
The visionary space would never create an insoluble situation, there had to be a way to break through.
He always felt that the point of breakthrough was that the current mental state was not blocked, even though the memory was.
Angel spent half a day in deep thought in front of the open door.
Finally, with only half an hour left on the golden clock above, he stood up and stepped through the grand doorway.
Bathed in the barely noticeable illumination at the entrance, one could discern Angel’s countenance as placid as an ancient well, exuding an indifference as though he was aloof from all worldly matters. His eyes, too, were frigid to the extreme, devoid of the usual warmth they held.
Swiftly, Angel merged into the grand doorway.
The next instant, he materialized aboard a small boat amidst the raging sea.
A fleeting moment of bewilderment flickered in Angel’s eyes, but quickly he resumed his cold demeanor, facing the towering waves with an unflappable expression.
Who am I? That didn’t matter.
“What am I to do now? Go home?” This thought flashed swiftly through Angel’s mind, but given the current circumstances, it was clearly out of place.
Just as he had no desire to ponder philosophical queries like “I,” he didn’t consider the question of “origins and destinations” either, as these thoughts were evidently incongruous. Even if he were to ponder, he couldn’t derive an answer.
Such sentimental thinking was completely eradicated by Angel in less than a second.
His sole thought now was: “Survive.”
Only by surviving could there be answers.
But facing such tempestuous waves, how was he to survive? Under the dictate of absolute rationality, Angel didn’t see this as a difficult task.
Observing the roiling waves, Angel captured every detail, countless streams of data and information flowed through his eyes, ultimately being directed to the center of his brain for processing.
His brain functioned like an overclocked calculator, collating information from each wave.
After a swift calculation, Angel could quickly devise numerous routes for survival amidst the giant waves. However, like playing chess, one can’t merely focus on the immediate; one must also consider future moves.
This necessitated adding various variables into the calculations, allowing the strategy to be far-sighted, rather than being shortsighted.
A more significant data stream, like a furious flood, assaulted Angel’s brain. Ordinarily, a mortal state could not withstand such a rapid accumulation and processing of information, but he managed to resist, and he didn’t feel any hindrance at all.
This suggested that he was far from ordinary, his memory was flawed. Angel noticed this, but it didn’t matter, he had to start choosing his course now.
In a state of supercomputing, Angel could easily determine all routes. Yet, the first path he took was not the safest one, but one that led him straight into a wave several meters high.
The so-called safest route would, due to various reasons, be engulfed by giant waves soon, leading to certain death. On the contrary, by facing this smaller wave, he could foresee more steps, and the layout for the future would be more substantial.
As expected, Angel weaved through the waves, each encounter perilously close to catastrophe, swallowed by the mighty crests time and again, yet he emerged each time, steadfast as a mountain.
Minutes turned into an epoch as Angel held fast in this tumultuous seascape for nearly twenty minutes.
Initially, Jiebo, under the sway of the music, had ventured into this wonderful illusion. He had perceived the Goddess of the Sea within the first minute, a testament to his extraordinary luck, even though he failed to glimpse her countenance. In stark contrast, Angel persisted for so long without a shred of a clue, a testament to his unfortunate luck.
Time marched on, with only five minutes left before the Vision Space would vanish entirely.
Unaware of the time constraint due to his suppressed memories, Angel nonetheless felt an inexplicable urgency in his heart. “I must hasten,” he intoned, as if driven by an unconscious impulse.
Five minutes… Four minutes… Three minutes…
Driven by this sudden sense of urgency, Angel abandoned his conservative approach. He embarked on a riskier path, steering his boat through waves that towered one higher than the next. The boat was sent soaring through the air by the waves, initially a mere couple of meters, but later, even over ten meters high. Angel did not falter.
On his third launch into the sky, more than ten meters high, he finally glimpsed a glimmer of light amidst a phalanx of towering waves.
The light was in a perilous location, akin to the heart of a vortex surrounded by a pack of wolves.
If Angel chose to venture towards the light, there would be no returning. Even with the support of Supercomputing, his formidable calculation abilities could not devise an escape route.
In the realm of pure rationality, Angel would not opt for the light.
Yet a voice within his heart urged him towards it.
Angel glanced at the endless expanse of waves around him. He had been braving the seas for a considerable time without a glimpse of the promised “homeland.”
His strength was waning. He saw no land within sight, and he predicted his eventual demise beneath the waves from sheer exhaustion.
Since the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, he decided to follow the voice in his heart and investigate the source of the light.
With this thought, Angel wasted no time. Riding on the crest of a wave, he flew towards the light.
As he descended into the heart of the light, his pupils contracted. What was that?!
What had he seen?!
He beheld a woman, bathed in a luminescent glow, her countenance aloof and distant, as though she looked down upon all creation.
Upon seeing her, Angel felt a sense of familiarity, yet was overwhelmed by awe. The source of this awe might be the woman, but when reflected upon himself, it manifested as introspection and a sense of unworthiness.
He didn’t even dare to look directly at her, feeling too insignificant to even assess or gaze upon her.
When Angel mustered the courage to lift his gaze, his surroundings abruptly vanished, leaving him in an abyss of darkness. Suppressed memories flooded back into his mind.
After a brief moment of disorientation, Angel glanced at the clock, its hands frozen on the last minute. He then turned his attention to the once locked door, now wide open. A sigh of relief escaped his lips.
He had taken a gamble. Given that a calm state of mind could be transported into the illusion, he wondered if the same would be true when he activated his supercomputing state. In this state, Angel believed he could, with sheer rational thinking, carve out a path.
However, employing this supercomputing state to face the illusionary world posed challenges. First, could a mortal body endure such intense computation? Though physically human, it seemed his spirit retained some degree of power. Second, how could he, with memory shielded and thinking purely rational, choose to seek the source of light?
Under absolute rational thinking, his primary task was to ensure his survival. Hence, there was a high probability that Angel would not opt to seek out the Goddess of the Sea at the light source. In the end, his decision to investigate the light source was a matter of chance.
Regardless, his gamble paid off.
Finally at ease, Angel could afford to contemplate other matters, like the Goddess of the Sea. The fact that even a purely rational mind dared not look directly at her revealed her awe-inspiring nature.
As he attempted to recall the Goddess of the Sea’s visage, he found his memory blank. His only impressions of her were of sanctity and indifference. It seemed the illusion created by the Vision Space had expressed the concept of ‘divinity’ to its utmost extreme.
Angel wondered if the illusion he crafted could emulate the Goddess of the Sea to the same degree as in the Vision Space, where her mere sight would induce self-effacement.
Chapter 803 The Goddess of the Sea <TOC> Chapter 805 The Elusive Sigh