Chapter 893 The Effect of Authority <TOC> Chapter 895 The Dream Access Device
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“Can we enter now?” Freud’s face was filled with anticipation, his voice inevitably pitching up a notch as he asked. He had been waiting for a month and a half, and just when he thought all was lost, Angel returned, bearing good news. How could he not be ecstatic?
“We’ve essentially neutralized the danger; of course, you can enter,” Angel nodded, “Would you like to see it now?”
Freud eagerly nodded in affirmation.
Ten minutes later, Freud emerged from the Wilderness of Dreams with a somewhat peculiar expression.
“Lord Angel, why do I feel a sense of déjà vu about the buildings inside…” Because Angel had set a drop point in advance, the location Freud entered in the Wilderness of Dreams was near the building previously placed by him. Immediately upon entering, he was met with the sight of the grand architecture around him.
“I think I saw the Shining Cathedral of Gold Trees City, the Dolphin Statues of Canto Summer, and the Sky Garden at the heart of Borel Town?” Freud paused, “Surely, Lord Angel, you didn’t use the Dream Conch to pull all of them in, did you?”
Angel nodded, his face a picture of smug satisfaction. “Indeed, I did.”
“You can control the location where non-living things pulled in by the Dream Conch land? Oh, and even my entry point?” Freud asked in surprise.
“Yes. The Infinite Alchemy you envisioned is now somewhat possible. However, once you enter, you will revert to a mortal state. Even if you can place materials inside, alchemical crafting is currently not feasible,” Angel explained. Although unlimited crafting was not possible yet, he believed that once he mastered more abilities, this future was attainable.
Getting an affirmative answer from Angel, Freud’s emotions were a whirlwind of excitement that words could hardly express.
Although the Wilderness of Dreams was not yet perfect, considering the current situation, many of his conceptual ideas could be realized.
“Lord Angel, have you tested if there is a distance limit in reality before entering the Wilderness of Dreams? Let’s say, for instance, I am in Borel Town and you’re on another continent. Can I still enter the Wilderness of Dreams? And if we can both enter the Wilderness of Dreams, can we be together and achieve long-distance communication?”
This question from Freud was something Angel had considered. If there were no distance restrictions to entering the Wilderness of Dreams, it could entirely facilitate something akin to the signal tower invented by Sky Mechanical City, enabling visual communication over vast distances.
Furthermore, it would have a high level of confidentiality, enabling the transfer of secret information.
“I haven’t had the opportunity to test this yet, but to undertake such an experiment, both parties must be able to log into the Wilderness of Dreams,” Angel pondered. As it stands, the art of Dream Initiation seems to be solely his domain. It’s unlikely others could quickly master it. Therefore, to perform this test, Angel needs to delve deeper and discover if there are alternative means for outsiders to access the Wilderness of Dreams.
“Perhaps I can attempt it through alchemical methods,” Angel speculated, though the feasibility of this idea needed further research.
“If the Wilderness of Dreams truly defies spatial constraints, then this aspect alone could trigger a seismic shock within the Wizarding World,” Freud mused.
Angel merely smiled, opting to remain silent. Personally, he believed it to be possible. The current real position of the Wilderness of Dreams, he theorized, still resides within the Dream Realm – a virtual domain accessible to any creature capable of dreaming. By this logic, the Wilderness of Dreams should, to some degree, inherit the unique traits of the Dream Realm.
Freud expressed his admiration once more. After a moment of thought, he announced, “Lord, as I promised earlier, I am ready to take the Oath of Luo now that the task is accomplished.”
Freud was a man well aware of the implications of timing. He understood the tremendous potential hidden within the Wilderness of Dreams, and recognized that no wizard would lightly allow someone privy to its secrets to roam free.
Therefore, without waiting for Angel’s prompt, he initiated the topic himself. After all, this was a promise he had made willingly.
Angel nodded in agreement. He had previously declined Freud’s Oath of Luo as the circumstances were then unclear. But now, with the dangers of the Wilderness of Dreams seemingly averted and a promising future ahead, he saw no reason to reject Freud’s oath.
However, Freud suddenly added, “Before I make the oath, there is something I must say.”
“Oh?” Angel glanced at him, puzzled.
“I fear I may lack the courage to say it once the oath is made,” Freud confessed with an odd expression. “Lord, I do not doubt your aesthetic taste, but when it comes to urban planning, architectural distribution, and stylistic pairing, perhaps you still have much to learn.”
Freud’s words were delicately phrased.
Angel’s brows furrowed, as if recalling something.
Activating the Dream Initiation on himself, he entered the Wilderness of Dreams to take a closer look.
Upon setting his sights on the architectural hodgepodge he’d integrated earlier, his face froze in disbelief. Each edifice, beautiful in isolation, formed an unholy mishmash when thrown together. Picture this: A grandiose, ornate building neighbored by a cute, forest-themed boutique, which in turn was flanked by a cluster of statues radiating a dark, decadent aura. The architectural styles clashed violently, and even the color coordination was bizarrely off!
This spectacle brought Angel to a startling realization: his aesthetic sensibilities had nosedived to the level of a certain Damaskian named Nano. As the mental strain threatened to give him a vein-bursting headache, he was tempted to hide his face in shame and wail in agony.
Emerging from the Wilderness of Dreams, Angel wore an expression of nonchalance, his demeanor suggesting that all was well.
Freud was watching Angel from start to finish with an uneasy gaze.
“You wanted to take the Oath of Luo, didn’t you?” Angel asked.
Freud suddenly regretted his earlier words. Keeping them bottled up wouldn’t have made a difference, and voicing them only seemed to invite a scolding.
Wearing a sheepish expression, Freud took the Oath of Luo.
Under the watchful eye of the World Will, each of Freud’s words held the binding power of the oath. His soul dimmed slightly as he completed the oath.
Meanwhile, Angel sensed Freud’s presence on an instinctive level. He knew that he could pry into Freud’s thoughts whenever he wished.
Following the Oath of Luo, Freud was now entirely beholden to his contract holder. That is, Freud was effectively a servant, like butler Goode to Sanders. Freud’s allegiance was forever tied to Angel, and betrayal would result in certain death.
“Master.” Having completed the oath, Freud immediately changed his salutation and addressed Angel with a reverent tone.
Angel waved his hand dismissively, “You don’t need to call me Master.”
His intention behind making Freud take the Oath of Luo was not to subjugate him. However, there were certain things related to the Nightmare Domain and illusions that he needed to share with Freud, only after the oath was taken.
Freud pondered a moment before asking, “Lord, what are your plans now?”
Angel took a few moments to respond, his face grim:
“Your first assignment is to venture into the Wilderness of Dreams and dismantle those structures!” Such an architectural abomination couldn’t be allowed to exist, especially not in a realm where Jon could potentially witness it!
…
In the end, Freud did not enter the Wilderness of Dreams to demolish the buildings.
“Lord, rather than dismantling these structures, a simple change of style might suffice. For instance, a fresh coat of paint, minor alterations, and aesthetic modifications can make them as good as new,” suggested Freud.
Angel found this approach more cumbersome, thinking it simpler to demolish the buildings and construct anew in the Wilderness of Dreams. However, seeing Freud brimming with enthusiasm, Angel decided not to dampen his spirits.
As Freud busied himself with the redecoration, Angel pondered ways to facilitate entrance into the Wilderness of Dreams. Otherwise, he would have to cast a Dream Initiation Spell each time Freud wished to enter – a tedious task, indeed.
In the midst of Angel’s research, Freud had already begun his spirited renovation of the buildings within the Wilderness of Dreams, with the help of Sunny and Alda.
At first, Freud suggested that Sunny and Alda also sign an Oath of Luo with Angel before entering the Wilderness of Dreams. Angel declined outright, reasoning that while the potential of the Wilderness of Dreams was immense, it was not yet necessary to demand that everyone who entered sign such a contract. A confidentiality agreement would suffice.
Furthermore, once he had total control over the Wilderness of Dreams, he would have no fear of others trying to seize it. Not to mention, he had people watching his back!
There was no way that Sanders could be kept in the dark about the discovery of the Wilderness of Dreams. Angel had plans to include it in the —Mystery of the Nightmare Domain—, ensuring that Sanders would become fully aware of the potential of the Wilderness of Dreams. While Sanders might not actively protect it, it would be enough to deter any lesser individuals.
However, the best course of action would always be to rely on oneself. Once his own power was formidable, no one would dare covet the Wilderness of Dreams.
In the following days, Angel buried himself in relevant literature, searching for a solution to the “remote login” issue.
Of course, the most straightforward method would be to establish a permanent Dream Initiation Spell, similar to the Purification Field in the hat gifted to him by Daedweia. However, this constant spellcasting method was a unique alchemical specialization that Angel did not possess.
Therefore, he had to seek alternative solutions.
Finally, under the circumstances of turning the first few chapters of —The Enchantment Compendium— upside down, he found a spell formation in the —Advanced Chapter— that was somewhat similar to the Constant Spell.
——Energy Storage Space.
An alchemical item inscribed with “Energy Storage Space” could house a spell.
However, the spell must be one that the crafter is proficient in, and moreover, this spell is not permanently fixed, it will be consumed over time. As for how long it can last, three conditions need to be considered: Firstly, the rank of the materials used. Secondly, the level of the stored spell. Thirdly, the frequency of usage.
If the rank of the materials is higher, the duration of its persistence will be slightly longer.
However, this is only relatively speaking, the most crucial aspect still depends on the level of the stored spell.
If it’s a spell at the trick level, the higher the level, the shorter the storage time.
In terms of the spell level, it basically lasts a few days; even if you do not use it, it will consume itself.
Furthermore, if the usage frequency is too high, it will also be rapidly consumed. Of course, this only applies to the case where a trick is stored. If what you store is a spell, it can essentially be described as a one-time consumable.
In summary, this is a very costly spell formation, having far too many restrictions compared to the Constant Spell. It is relatively insipid for other alchemists.
However, in the current situation without other alternatives, he can only temporarily make do with it.
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