NABC Chapter 281 Coincidence in a Dream
Chapter 281 Coincidence in a Dream
Chapter 281 Coincidence in a Dream
15 Minsk Street, Joewood, Backland.
Countless tiny, glittering starlight surged from the void, rapidly weaving together to outline a phantom gate covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.
Then Cyril came out from behind the door.
He gently rubbed his fingers together, creating a soft, bright light that illuminated the living room, before looking towards the stairwell.
"There's no need to welcome me with a gun."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs.
Klein, who had just thrown on a coat and whose hair was still a mess, looked at him speechlessly: "What are you doing here?"
As he tossed down his carry-on suitcase, Sirien replied, "Didn't we agree that I'd be your bodyguard for a while?"
"Besides, coming back to my house at this time would disturb other people's sleep."
Klein's face visibly darkened: "So you chose to come here and disturb my sleep?"
He paused, then looked toward the window with the curtains drawn: "Recently, someone with a mechanical heart has been secretly protecting me. If you barge in like this, you might be treated as an evil extraordinary being trying to attack me."
Cyril shrugged: "It's fine. If a conflict breaks out, they'll be the ones who get dealt with."
"..." Klein stared at him silently for two seconds, then asked curiously, "How many other extraordinary abilities at the demigod level have you recorded?"
Cyril: "Not a single one, not even a Sequence 5 Light Storm."
Klein looked at him with a puzzled expression... "Then how can you be so arrogant?"
Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly: "But I have magical items!"
As he spoke, he took out a small, palm-sized women's makeup mirror that he carried with him.
He gently rubbed his fingers on the mirror surface, opening a "door" connecting to the world inside the mirror, and then tilted it over.
With a series of clattering sounds, a pile of charred, carbonized fragments fell out from behind the "door".
Guided by a spiritual inspiration, Sirion precisely retrieved a translucent crystal ball from the charred debris, containing an eye sealed within.
During the time he was teleported back to Backlund, the extraordinary properties of the "Mystic" Oheez had been extracted and condensed into this crystal ball containing an eye.
The moment the crystal ball was in his hand, Cyril felt once again that invisible, eerie, and indifferent gaze from behind.
His spiritual intuition was frantically warning him that this object, formed from the extraordinary properties of Oheez, was extremely dangerous.
Resisting the urge to throw the crystal ball, he turned to Klein and asked, "Do you have a metal box of the right size?"
"Hold on."
After responding, Klein rummaged through the metal box he used to store bullets.
After placing the crystal ball containing one of the eyes inside and adding a layer of spiritual protection, the gaze from behind finally disappeared.
But his spiritual intuition told him that the seal was not secure and could not truly isolate the influence of this magical object formed from demigod properties.
Besides the watchful gaze of the "Hidden Sage," other dangers could be triggered at any moment.
Cyril looked at him and pointed to the ceiling: "Want to put the things there, and maybe do a psychic séance while you're at it?"
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That's my junkyard, not your storage place for dangerous items!
Although he was inwardly complaining, Klein still nodded and replied, "Okay."
With Klein's permission, Sirion immediately pulled out a sheet of paper depicting a sacrificial ritual, snapped his fingers, and imagined the ritual in the drawing.
Above the gray fog, inside the magnificent and ancient palace.
Cyril sat back in his high-backed chair, holding the crystal ball containing an eye, his eyes reflecting a shimmering starry sky.
After a few breaths, the starlight in his eyes dimmed, and he sighed softly, "Is it because his death was so unbearable, and his resentment so great, that even the magical items formed from his special properties have such significant negative effects?"
At the head of the long table, a drop of red blood-red tear slid down the corner of Klein's eye as he used a dream to complete a psychic encounter.
Unsurprisingly, during his dream state, he saw the "Hidden Sage" again and was corrupted by the other's divinity.
Because he was involved in the process of acquiring knowledge from one person, he was also fed a lot of useful and useless knowledge.
He pressed his head, which was throbbing and felt like it was about to split open, and breathed heavily for half a minute before gradually regaining his senses.
"Red Angel" Medici, "Angel of Fate" Urolius, "Dark Angel" Sasriel...
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The chariot of the "Ancient Sun God" as he toured the world; the ancient kingdom hidden by the "Goddess of Night" in the Hornakis Mountains...
After organizing the knowledge that had been forcibly implanted into his mind, he found that most of it was useful. There was a lot of knowledge about the King of Angels, about dragons, and some history of the Third and Fourth Ages.
"This isn't what I knew. Wasn't the knowledge instilled by the Hidden Sage vast and chaotic, with only a small portion being useful?"
Hearing Klein's puzzled mutterings, Sirion explained, "Because that knowledge came to life from the dream, originating not only from the dream itself but also from the extraordinary abilities used by the two 'dream weavers' and the 'mystic' at the time."
The "Dream Weaver" needs to understand the other party beforehand to weave the corresponding image, and the power of the "Mystic" is directly related to knowledge.
"Most of the knowledge that was revitalized from the breakdown of their extraordinary abilities is naturally useful."
Klein nodded thoughtfully, then tapped the table lightly with his finger, conjuring up a dynamic image from what he had just divined.
The scene depicted is likely Oheez's dream. He is dressed in a magnificent black robe adorned with gold, wearing a crown, holding a thick, mystical book in his hands, and sitting high on a golden throne, with countless figures crawling at his feet.
"From this day forward, I am the Emperor of East Bayron, the Emperor of Knowledge, the Emperor of the Ascetic Order of Morse!"
As he finished speaking, his body continued to rise, and the people crawling beneath him were crushed to death by his foot as if they were ants.
Then, in a very childish and dramatic way, he pointed one finger to the sky and shouted, "Hidden Sage, I challenge you!"
The next second, torrents of information surged forth, reconstructing in the sky a gigantic eye filled with madness, cold indifference, and relentlessly falling downwards.
At the same time, an invisible ripple spread out, and a figure that was out of place in the surroundings entered this dream.
He had distinct Ruen features, dressed like a gentleman, holding a black cane inlaid with gold, his hair neatly combed back, with some wrinkles on his forehead, and his face was an unnaturally pale white.
The moment he entered Oheez's delusional dream world, he happened to see a cold, indifferent, and insane eye falling continuously from the sky.
Normally, this is just Oheez's imagination in his dream, it has no substance and will not cause pollution or impact.
Because he had only seen the form of the "Hidden Sage" data torrent, the giant eye in his dream was entirely his own imagination and had no real connection with the "Hidden Sage".
But it seems that because of his status as a demigod in the Ascetic Order of Morse, the "Hidden Sage" did pay some attention to him, and then, the fantasy in the dream became the projection of the "Hidden Sage" in the dream.
The unfortunate "dream weaver" stared directly at the projection of an evil god in the dream the moment he entered the dream.
Then, unsurprisingly, he had an accident.
Staring directly at the projection of an evil god in his dream inevitably plunged him into chaos, causing him to act madly and irrationally.
Under the immense stimulation, Oheez did not wake up from the dream. Instead, his consciousness within the dream became clear, and he discovered the intruder in his dream.
Without the slightest hesitation, he chose to attack the intruder.
When Cyril "opened the door" and entered this dream, he saw two demigods fighting each other like they had lost their minds.
The constantly shifting images ended, and Klein raised his hand to make the materialized images disappear. He then sighed, "Those two are pretty unlucky."
...And you are the real culprit.
Cyril withdrew his gaze, leaned back in his chair, and shook his head slightly: "It was all a coincidence that was arranged."
Klein's expression shifted slightly in surprise. Recalling what he had divined, he asked, "You mean the 'Hidden Sage' noticed this dream and left his projection?"
Cyril nodded slightly, then changed the subject, pushing the crystal ball containing an eye toward Klein: "Keep this with you for now; its negative effects are troublesome."
Klein did not refuse, but instead cast a curious, questioning look at him.
"Even if you don't use it, there's a certain probability that the Hidden Sage will notice it just by carrying it. If you do use it, you'll definitely be noticed, and even if you're not a 'peeping soul,' you'll still suffer the consequences of being expelled by knowledge."
"Also, probably because it was struck too hard by a lightning storm, another negative effect of this crystal ball is that it makes the surrounding area prone to lightning strikes."
"Furthermore, it is thirsty for knowledge. Every week, or after each use, a sufficient amount of knowledge must be offered to it, and it cannot be repeated, otherwise it will attack."
Klein shook his head speechlessly: "Should I say it's truly a magical item condensed from the extraordinary properties of a demigod?"
"Even the sealed artifacts beneath those churches mostly don't have as many troublesome negative effects as this one."
He paused, then asked, "What are you planning to do?"
Cyril: "Let's keep you here and suppress them for now."
"I need to consult a professional to see if in this situation we should apply a seal to reduce the negative effects, or shatter it and reforge it into a new magical item."
"I need those mystical reappearances it possesses," and if the mental remnants within are cleared away, those existing "mystical reappearances" may also disappear.
After leaving the space above the gray fog, Cyril immediately wrote a letter to Bernadette and summoned her speedster messenger.
Within ten minutes, he received a reply from the other party:
Once a magical item has been created, it cannot be reforged unless it is restored to its extraordinary properties.
However, during the process of the properties being extracted and then reassembled, most of the remaining spiritual essence will be cleared away, leaving only the more profound spiritual imprint.
Based on the principle of "mysterious reappearance", the existing spells will also be cleared away along with the spiritual remnants.
Your best option is to find an angel or higher to add a seal to the item. This will weaken its existing power to some extent, but at least make it usable.