Chapter 907 Blurring Memories <TOC> Chapter 909 New Considerations
Translator: SumTLMan
After enduring the tumultuous rollercoaster of life and death, Jon had achieved a serene acceptance of mortality. Yet, if there was even the slightest glimmer of hope to cling to life, he would grasp it tenaciously.
Thus, when Angel outlined the current state of the Wilderness of Dreams, Jon mulled over his words for a moment before nodding.
“A haven capable of preserving the brilliance of human consciousness…” Jon’s face lit up with intrigue, “That’s quite fascinating. We determine humanity based on the consistency of memory and the way of logical thinking, so it seems that this so-called spiritual light in the Wilderness of Dreams encapsulates these two structures.”
Angel nodded, “That’s correct. There is an inherent difference between this spiritual light and the soul. Once you arrive at the Wilderness of Dreams, as a trailblazer, you can compare the state there with your current state and see what differences exist.”
“I’m somewhat eager to explore this new world you’ve constructed.” Jon’s curiosity about the Wilderness of Dreams wasn’t the only driving force; he had also been starved of human interaction for far too long.
After explaining to Jon, Angel withdrew from the Dream Bridge.
For a while, he gazed at Jon in the ice coffin, knowing from his recent dream reading that he couldn’t stand by idly as Jon’s dreamworld began to fade. However, he wasn’t entirely confident about Jon’s survival in the Wilderness of Dreams.
Finally, Angel let out a soft sigh, creating the Dream Initiation spell in his mental space.
The arrow was on the string; this was his only course of action now.
The Dream Initiation spell, imbued with nightmare aura, slowly enveloped Jon. Angel was highly attentive to Jon’s condition, only feeling reassured once he confirmed that Jon’s physical readings remained stable.
Angel intentionally let the Gate of Dreams operate autonomously, observing whether Jon entered the Wilderness of Dreams.
As Jon was pulled by the Dream Initiation spell, Angel instantly perceived a notification.
“Warning, foreign object entering the Wilderness of Dreams!”
Following the alert, a mini-map of the Wilderness of Dreams appeared in his mind, with a vague silhouette hovering above it.
This blurry figure should represent Jon. Angel could place Jon anywhere within the Wilderness of Dreams.
Angel selected Initial Heart City as his drop-off point, and with his decision, the Gate of Dreams began its final prompt: “Foreign entities are about to infiltrate the Wilderness of Dreams.”
As the notification ended, a blurred silhouette fell onto the miniature map. The map magnified incessantly, eventually transforming into a sand table model of Initial Heart City…
Angel verified that Jon had entered Initial Heart City, and finally let out a sigh of relief, allowing the Gate of Dreams to function independently.
Finally, Angel checked Jon’s physical body, ensuring there were no oversights. After confirming everything was in order, he took his leave, taking the Dreamweaver Ant along with him. Since Jon had entered the Wilderness of Dreams, it was about time for the Dreamweaver Ant to head out.
Upon returning to the main castle, Angel used his mental powers to probe Leon’s room. Finding that he was still resting, Angel chose not to disturb him. Instead, he retreated to his own bedroom, diving into his scholarly research.
Angel didn’t immediately use the Dream Initiation spell on himself. For one, he was wary of arousing suspicion from Suis and Eureka. Although they might not figure out the concept of the Wilderness of Dreams, frequent usage of the Dream Initiation spell might prompt doubts, and he would not underestimate the wisdom of any wizard. Secondly, he wanted to give Jon some time to familiarize himself with Initial Heart City on his own.
It was only after having lunch that Angel, under the guise of nap time, entered the Wilderness of Dreams.
Upon entering the Wilderness of Dreams, Angel immediately sought Jon’s whereabouts using the godly perspective. Initial Heart City wasn’t large at the moment, and Angel quickly located Jon.
At present, Jon was being guided by Sunny and Alda, touring around Initial Heart City.
Curiosity and astonishment were etched on Jon’s face. He occasionally exchanged words with Sunny and Alda, breaking into hearty laughter from time to time, which suggested his mood was in high spirits.
“Lord, you’ve arrived.” Angel’s entry point was the pinnacle of the Azure Tower. Shortly after he arrived, Freud hurried over.
“Are you the one who arranged for Sunny and Alda to guide Jon around Initial Heart City?” Angel had previously mentioned Jon’s name, so Freud could naturally guess his identity upon hearing it.
“Originally, I intended to do it myself, but since others recognize me, my presence might bring unnecessary trouble for Jon.”
Angel nodded, understanding that for Jon to subtly blend into the life of Initial Heart City, considering the level of respect Freud currently commanded in the city, it indeed wouldn’t be prudent to actively seek Jon out.
“You’re doing right, there’s no need to deliberately approach Jon, but you must pay close attention to ensure his safety,” Angel paused before continuing, “Moreover, as for the records of his condition, I don’t care who you delegate the information of others to. However, when it comes to Jon’s circumstances, you must handle it personally, conducting a comprehensive evaluation. If anything appears to be amiss, report to me immediately.”
Angel had intended to document Jon’s situation himself, but the abundance of tasks in reality meant he couldn’t cover everything. Thus, he temporarily entrusted the duty to Freud.
“I understand,” Freud solemnly replied, being fully aware of Jon’s significance to Angel. The reason Angel was willing to explore the Wilderness of Dreams was essentially for Jon’s sake.
“Go about your duties then.” Allowing Freud to carry on with his tasks, Angel strolled leisurely towards Jon’s location.
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Jon found everything fascinating. The architecture here was quite distinctive, offering him an eyeful everywhere he looked.
Since arriving in Initial Heart City, he hadn’t immediately delved into exploring the so-called spiritual light nor paid attention to other people around him. Instead, he was drawn in by the city’s architecture.
After Jon arrived in the Wizarding World, he hardly ever strayed from the vicinity of Grud Town. He had little concept of the cities in this world.
Now, Initial Heart City, while not necessarily representative of the architecture of this world, was still an eye-opener for him.
“This is the Shining Cathedral, located near a small plaza and the Treehouse Bar, so it’s the busiest area,” explained Alda, the young, chirpy tour guide. He dutifully introduced the architectural landscape of Initial Heart City to Jon throughout their journey.
“Why bother with the cathedral, Grandpa Jon? How about I take you for a drink at the Treehouse Bar instead?” The speaker was Sunny, dressed in a silky new outfit.
Grandpa…?! Jon rubbed his nose bridge, sighing deeply in his heart.
In truth, back on Earth, he had only just crossed the threshold of forty. However, in this world, due to various external factors, he was reduced to an image of an old man past his prime.
In the lucidity of his dreams, Jon could easily alter his appearance at will. However, upon entering the Wilderness of Dreams, the first sorrowful realization was his own weather-beaten visage… Why would his physical form be manifested here? Why couldn’t he, as in a holographic game, dictate his own appearance?
Jon’s mind grumbled in silent protest, yet his countenance still bloomed into a… gentle smile.
After all, he was in the presence of two children. The little boy named Alda reminded him of Angel in his younger years with his milky innocence. As for Sunny, although her character was a bit brash, from a certain angle, she was strikingly similar to his own daughter, Mu Mu.
Furthermore, it had been a long time since Jon had genuinely interacted with anyone. He had no desire to dispute over their choice of address, so he chose to ignore the moniker “Grandpa”, and asked with curiosity, “Can we actually drink alcohol here, does it taste like the real thing?”
“Of course, alcohol tastes like alcohol. Isn’t that common sense?” A teenager passing by Jon overheard the question, gazing at him quizzically. Subsequently, spotting Sunny, he asked in curiosity, “Sunny, who’s this old man?”
“Who are you calling old man! It’s grandpa!” Sunny’s fist swung in the air threateningly.
Startled, the teenager took two steps back, swallowed hard, and under Sunny’s intimidation, muttered a quiet “Grandpa” towards Jon.
Jon sighed, “…Ah.” He was at a loss for words.
“His name is Labu. I have a good friend named Lado, Labu’s younger brother,” Alda told Jon.
Sunny stepped forward, rapping Alda on the head, “You’ve only known Lado for a day and you’re already best friends? Can’t you be a bit more cautious!”
Alda pouted dejectedly.
Having finished her lecture, Sunny turned and pointed at Labu, “Scram! I’m planning to continue our tour with Grandpa Jon. Don’t disturb us!”
Labu wasn’t quite sure why he was so afraid of Sunny. She exuded a sharp aura that made him fearful, yet irresistibly drawn to… provoke.
“You still here?”
Labu nodded like a pecking chicken, “Understood, understood!”
When Labu had departed into the distance, Sunny turned to Jon and said, “They are oblivious to the truth of the Wilderness of Dreams, please don’t be offended, Grandpa Jon. I have no clue whether the wine here possesses its taste, but I’ve heard others say that it is quite delightful. Shall we give it a shot?”
Jon was inclined to agree, as it had been a while since he last indulged in the taste of wine. However, witnessing Sunny’s apparent eagerness and considering her prior admission of never having tried wine before, Jon’s senses tingled with suspicion. Could it be that the lass was simply keen on tasting something new?
Swiftly, Jon waved off the idea, “Forget it, alcohol blurs the mind, let’s continue our stroll.”
Seeing Jon’s refusal, Sunny could only let out a sigh of disappointment. In the past, Young Master Tyson forbade them from drinking. She thought that this time, having latched onto a stronger patron, she could seize the opportunity to experience something fresh, yet the attempt ended in failure.
As Sunny continued guiding Jon around the streets with a certain lack of enthusiasm, Alda was the epitome of responsibility and duty.
Soon, they arrived in front of a massive pale-blue structure.
“This is the Ocean Theatre, would you like to go in and take a look, Grandpa Jon?” asked Alda.
Jon did not respond immediately. Instead, he stood dumbstruck, gazing at the Ocean Theatre. Of course, he had visited Watford and seen the Ocean Theatre before, but he had always been in a hurry and never had the chance to step inside.
It never crossed his mind that he would be able to witness the grandeur of the Ocean Theatre once again.
“Let’s go in and have a look,” Jon nodded.
The group ventured into the Ocean Theatre, only to find that, besides a resource squad busy salvaging valuable items, there were no other people present. Their entrance did not draw any attention from the resource squad, after all, there were no restrictions imposed on the Ocean Theatre.
“The theatre is just filled with chairs and there are no performances. There’s nothing interesting to see here. We should go to a bar and sit there,” Sunny couldn’t resist suggesting once again.
As soon as the words left Sunny’s lips, a melodious melody of piano notes graced her ears.
She lifted her gaze, but saw no one on the stage. The melody emanated from behind the red curtains, resounding with an enchanting clarity.
It felt as if she was being transported into a lush, verdant rice field during the summer, with a gentle breeze blowing and the sun casting a soft glow.
“Who is playing the piano?” Sunny wondered aloud.
“The melody is quite pleasant, but it seems like I’ve never heard this piece before,” Alda expressed his confusion.
“That Summer,” Jon stated.
“Huh?” Both Alda and Sunny turned towards Jon in confusion.
“This piece, it’s called ‘That Summer’,” Jon broke into a smile, his eyes reflecting the beautiful memories associated with the melody, “I never thought you’d master it, but now it sounds so perfect.”
As he spoke, Jon began moving towards the stage.
Chapter 907 Blurring Memories <TOC> Chapter 909 New Considerations