Chapter 905 Suis' Inquiry <TOC> Chapter 907 Blurring Memories
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Meanwhile, Freud had been taking a leisurely stroll with Angel to the Azure Tower.
The Azure Tower was a high edifice that Angel had previously discovered on the Revelation Continent. The tower stretched five stories high, intricately carved and bedecked with fluttering banners, making it the tallest structure that they had so far brought in.
“You’ve certainly been busy; this place is livelier than it was just a day ago,” remarked Angel.
Freud replied, “Mainly for experiments, but also, I hope this place won’t be so desolate.”
Angel didn’t have any complaints about Freud’s actions. It was better for the place to have some buzz; at least when Jon arrived, he wouldn’t feel so alone.
Upon entering the tower, Angel noticed three attractive ladies on the first floor. Dressed in uniform, they sat at a table, engrossed in processing some documents.
“Like Labu outside, these three were on the brink of death due to a plague, and I brought them in,” Freud explained. “They used to work as clerks for the sheriff, good with paperwork, so I temporarily brought them here to handle the census, allocate resources, and arrange labor.”
Angel, using a godly perspective, glanced at their hands. True enough, they were handling stacks of thick files.
On top of one stack was a file card belonging to Daluke, who Angel had brought in.
The card contained all relevant information about Daluke, with an evaluation system that provided a summary assessment. Daluke’s rating wasn’t high since he had no particular skills and could only repay the allocated resources through labor. In contrast, Daluke’s grandfather had a decent rating because of his woodworking skills.
“The main resources we’re providing them now are houses for rest, but in the future, they’ll have to repay these through their labor,” Freud stated. “This way, they won’t grow idle.”
Angel agreed with this arrangement. Nothing should be obtained without effort, and to gain something, one should pay in kind.
These file cards also recorded the individuals’ various conditions, from physical to mental, providing detailed assessments. In other words, while recording data, they were also conducting experiments on the light of consciousness in the Wilderness of Dreams.
At that moment, Angel noticed a series of clattering noises coming from outside the door.
Turning his head, he saw a group of people struggling to carry several large boxes, panting and grunting as they walked through the door.
“They are in charge of the search and organization of important assets, cultural books, raw materials, and other resources,” Freud explained. The squad outside the door mainly focused on finding useful items in buildings, then classifying and managing them centrally.
Angel cast a somewhat surprised glance at Freud, saying, “You’ve arranged everything quite thoroughly.”
It wasn’t just the major aspects, even these minute details were accounted for by Freud. More importantly, it had only been a day, showcasing Freud’s incredibly high efficiency.
Freud chuckled, “Actually, when I was compiling —Little Secrets of the Dream Conch—, I had thought about these things. Back then, I was merely playing around, I didn’t expect you would actually make them a reality.”
Freud’s intentions were admirable, yet handling these mundane matters in such meticulous detail seemed like a waste of his abilities.
Freud understood this too, “The lifespan of these individuals is still unknown at the moment. But if we want to maintain their spiritual light in the Wilderness of Dreams for a prolonged period, we must establish a comprehensive system to manage them. It’s not possible for me to consider all aspects, so I’m planning to find someone capable of managing and take over these trivial tasks.”
“These matters, you can arrange them as you see fit. However, the experiment records must be kept on a long-term basis.”
While they conversed, they moved towards the upper levels of the tower.
Shortly, they reached the top of the tower. From the balcony at the top, they could overlook the entire architectural complex of the area.
Now, besides the Azure Tower, there were two other large buildings; one was the sparkling and splendid Shining Cathedral, the other was the Ocean Theatre that Angel had brought earlier. The three landmark buildings stood in their respective places, facing each other from a distance, creating an interesting ensemble.
“Although the buildings aren’t densely packed, it feels like a town gathering here now. How about naming this city, master?” Freud stood behind Angel, looking at the city that was slowly taking shape, he too felt a sense of accomplishment.
“Previously, I met a young boy named Labu, who said this was a New World. Initially, I didn’t think much of it. But now, facing this slowly thriving city, I suddenly feel as if I’ve truly created a world.” Angel shook his head, dismissing these thoughts. Despite its realism, this place was essentially a miniature garden for housing spiritual light.
Illusory and ethereal, it was hardly comparable to the real world.
Currently, even compared to the Wizard Garden, it fell short. However, the Wilderness of Dreams had its advantages, for instance, transmitting messages across distances, something a Wizard Garden couldn’t achieve.
Filled with various sentiments, Angel finally said softly, “Let’s call it the Initial Heart City.”
The Wilderness of Dreams marks the dawn of Angel’s aspirations and dreams. Angel was once told by Jon, “Never forget your initial heart, and you’ll achieve your goal.” This has always resonated with Angel, so he christened this city, Initial Heart City.
Freud found the name quite apt; Initial Heart City – the starting point of the heart, the origin of dreams.
The news of the city’s new moniker was promptly disseminated to every citizen.
Most people who arrived here felt lost about their future and didn’t even know where they were. This resulted in a surreal sense of unreality.
However, when they read the name of the city from the bulletin board, the unease in their hearts slowly dissipated.
“Initial Heart City, am I going to be a resident here from now on?” Daluke, who was playing with a mischievous child near the entrance of the square, was the first to notice the announcement.
He and his grandfather used to be mere rural farmers. Although they were not serfs, they were considered lower class in the eyes of the city folk. But now, not only did he have a house with his grandfather and his illness was improving, but he was also a resident of a bustling city. He could hardly believe it and couldn’t help but ask himself.
“Drop the hick act, be more composed like me! I don’t want my brother to play with you and become as common and dumb as you.” Labu, standing next to the bulletin board, said.
Daluke chuckled heartily. Even though Labu’s words were somewhat harsh, he knew there was no malice. When he first arrived in Initial Heart City, it was Labu who spoke to him first, steadying his wavering emotions.
Labu ignored Daluke’s chuckle, contemplating something instead.
He had only been here for a day, but when he entered, he asked old man Tyson about this place. The old man didn’t answer, merely responding with a mysterious smile.
Later, Labu tried to inquire about the name of this place from others. No one knew, not even Sunny or Alda.
However, soon after the young man whom Sunny called the “true master of the new world” arrived, the name of the place was settled. Labu wondered, could it be that the city’s name was chosen by that young man?
“Initial Heart… quite a poetic name.” Labu chuckled to himself. Regardless of whether it was the young man who came up with the name, everyone certainly seemed to agree with it.
From this point forward, each newly arrived resident would come to comprehend in the blink of an eye that they would relinquish all traces of their past identities, burying their disgraceful histories or crowning glories alike, in order to become a part of Initial Heart City. They would blend seamlessly into the rhythm of life pulsing within the city.
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Following the christening of Initial Heart City, Angel proceeded to delve into a discussion on experimental data with Freud.
Those residing in Initial Heart City were more than just inhabitants; they were vital specimens for Angel’s research. He was to gauge their suitability for Jon’s prolonged habitation based on their respective conditions.
“Observation of our current samples is ongoing, and there doesn’t seem to be anything amiss, especially with the increasing number of subjects. Personally, I’d say they’ve practically transformed into residents of the dream realm,” posited Freud.
Despite Freud’s assurance, Angel still hesitated to fully accept his assessment as it concerned Jon’s life and death. Considering the subjects had not spent a substantial amount of time in the Wilderness of Dreams, he felt the need to allow more time for further validation.
Nevertheless, permitting Jon to initially settle into Initial Heart City and acclimate to the lifestyle could be given precedence.
After bidding Freud farewell, Angel departed from the Wilderness of Dreams and returned to reality. However, as soon as he touched back on reality’s ground, he employed the Dream Initiation spell on himself. This time, he chose not to enter the area of Initial Heart City, but another location, immersing himself in the Wilderness of Dreams once again.
It was a location far, far away from Initial Heart City, surrounded by an expanse of wild grass that appeared frozen in time, unchanging.
There, a solitary Gondola stood desolate amidst the wilderness.
Operating the Gondola, Angel soared high into the sky. Amidst a veil of clouds, he sought out his destination—an orb radiating a gentle glow.
This was the core essence of the Nightmare Domain.
At present, Angel’s constitution had largely mended, prompting him to consider whether he could integrate a new power. The potency of the “Gate of Dreams” was commendable, yet it was far from being a fundamental capacity. Moreover, the Wilderness of Dreams currently lacked a shield, hence Angel’s urgency to amalgamate a fresh power.
However, as he cupped the glowing sphere in his palm, an indescribable sensation whispered to him: he was on the brink, just shy of the final stride.
The endeavor to incorporate a new power, in light of his current circumstance, was a fraction short.
Forced integration could risk dispersion of the power or, worse, his own mental collapse.
Consequently, Angel had no choice but to temporarily postpone the fusion of new abilities. By his intuitive reckoning, he surmised that incorporating this new power should not be a far-off event.
He was just on the cusp of reaching the third-level peak, and once he truly attained the apprentice zenith, he should be able to incorporate the new power.
To reach the apprentice zenith, he didn’t even need to purposefully cultivate. Once the strand of the Projection Bloodline within him had thoroughly integrated, he would naturally arrive at the peak.
This eventuality was, quite possibly, just days away.
Given the inability to merge with the new power, Angel didn’t tarry longer than necessary. After repositioning the principal body of the Nightmare Domain, he promptly exited the Wilderness of Dreams.
Chapter 905 Suis' Inquiry <TOC> Chapter 907 Blurring Memories