Chapter 1577
Chapter 1577: Section 1578: Changing the Weather Chapter 1577: Section 1578: Changing the Weather That is to say, to truly complete the transformation of the “Energy Level Limitation,” it is necessary to attain an Authority that can construct the Power System of the Wilderness of Dreams, filling the missing corner of this closed loop.
But what is this Authority? It is still unknown.
“Mentor, you can still accommodate new Authorities, right?” Angel looked towards Sanders. When he was still an Apprentice, he had accommodated two Authorities. Sanders currently has only accommodated one Authority and certainly has not reached his limit.
Sanders replied, “I should be able to.”
“Then why not try again?” Angel suggested, to see if they could fill in this missing corner.
Although Angel himself felt capable of accommodating another Authority, his body in reality remained in a semi-debilitated state, so for now, he could only place his hope in Sanders.
Sanders nodded, agreeing to Angel's proposal; he, too, hoped to expedite the efficacy of the “Energy Level Limitation.”
Having decided on a plan, they once again approached the vicinity of the Principal Body of the Nightmare Domain.
However, this time, in addition to Sanders and Angel, Frode had also come along.
As of now, Angel believed the only others qualified to accommodate Authorities, besides him and Sanders, were Frode. Consequently, Angel brought Frode with them this time as well, preparing to have him also merge with an Authority.
“Mentor, should you go first?” Angel asked.
Sanders pressed his brow, “I've only just accommodated one Authority, and the flow of information is still rushing through my mind. Let me organize it a bit longer; Frode can go first.”
Even if the Authority from the Wilderness of Dreams was only a “pseudo” Authority, the conformity of such a vast world leads to an explosive influx of information to the brain, which isn't something that can be dealt with swiftly. For this reason, Angel understood what Sanders meant.
Angel turned his gaze towards Frode: “Then, your turn?”
Somewhat nervously, Frode nodded and took a step forward. His gaze was fixed on the orb floating before him–was this the Principal Body of the Nightmare Domain that Angel had mentioned numerous times?
The orb looked unremarkable, but the green Pattern vines curling around it appeared full of mystery. It seemed as though a green glowing liquid was continuously spilling and flowing within the Pattern.
“Have you thought about what kind of Authority you'd like to obtain?” Angel looked at Frode.
With the most core Authority already harnessed by Angel, capable of “Infinite Alchemy,” and another booked by Sanders, he didn't particularly want any Authority at the moment, thus Angel decided to let Frode make the choice.
Frode, who was once a Dream Apprentice, had spent more time in the Wilderness of Dreams than Angel and had published one research paper after another on the subject. His insights into choosing an Authority of the Wilderness of Dreams were most certainly unique.
Frode scarcely hesitated before blurting out, “An Authority to ward off creatures of the Mist of Sin?”
Angel frowned, “Ward off creatures of the Mist of Sin? If we can complete the loop of 'Energy Level Limitation,' we should have the power to deal with such creatures. Moreover, regarding the matter of defense and counteraction against creatures of the Mist of Sin, I have some suggestions which I'll elaborate on later.”
Angel paused, “Most importantly, the Mist of Sin only harmed the interests of the residents of the Dream Realm, but it is actually beneficial for the Wilderness of Dreams itself. I don't believe there is an Authority specifically for warding off the Mist of Sin.”
After speaking, Angel looked at Frode somewhat suspicious, suddenly doubting whether Frode was qualified to choose an Authority.
Frode, in fact, felt a bit regretful after his impulsive utterance, having realized the same considerations Angel had mentioned.
“Should I choose another one?” Frode asked with a somewhat brazen look towards Angel.
Angel nodded noncommittally, still leaving the choice to Frode.
This time, Frode took a longer time to think. He was mindful not to aim too close to the core, but instead to select from the more peripheral Authorities.
Angel was unaware of Frode's thoughts, and even if he were, he probably would not mind. Since Angel had already gained the most Origin Authority Tree, even if Frode were to obtain a relatively important Authority, it wouldn't displease him; on the contrary, Angel would be delighted.
After pondering for a while, Frode looked towards the foggy sky and finally made up his mind, “The weather, I'll choose to change the weather.”
“Change the weather?” Angel was somewhat surprised by Frode's choice; it seemed rather peripheral, falling into the category of Authorities that, in his opinion, had a lesser priority.
“The Wilderness of Dreams is always shrouded in gloom. If it could clear up, it would probably be better for those living here,” Frode said. “I often deal with affairs and open the balcony only to see the overcast sky, and sometimes I almost think I'm living in the Abyss. My mood is inevitably affected to some extent. I believe that mortals living here probably feel oppressed because of this.”
Frode's words reminded Angel of something.
He once went to the Marine Theater to find Jon, who was teaching a group of rambunctious kids about piano. Jon was playing a lively piece called “Mark of Rain.” The piano music depicted a scene of a night filled with stars, with an abrupt fine rain, the pitter-patter intermingling with the rhythm of the raindrops and also carrying a soothing and peaceful melody, which was exceedingly beautiful.
Angel stood quietly outside the door, listening to Jon's perfect rendition.
Just when Angel was about to push open the theater door, a childish voice asked Jon.
“The name is 'Mark of Rain,' but I've been here for so long and have not seen rain. I nearly forgot what it feels like to have rain.”
At that time, Angel didn't think much of it, but now that he recalled it, he felt a slight touch of emotion.
Not only had the child mentioned it, but last time Angel went to Pat Manor in Originheart City, the Head Maid Mana was sewing a stuffed toy, and Maid Ollie looked at the stuffed toy and said, “Is this a snowman? It would be better with a red hat and a long nose.” After a pause, Ollie suddenly sighed, “Although the constant temperature here is quite nice, I still miss the times when it snowed. I wonder if I'll ever get the chance to build a snowman again.”
Angel himself was running between reality and the Dream Realm and didn't feel anything. But the residents of Originheart City, living under the gloomy sky year-round, might indeed slowly sink into the vortex of depression, just as Frode had said.
Although Angel felt some emotion, he still thought that the Authority to control weather was not a high priority.
So, he asked Frode again, “Are you sure you want the Authority to change the weather?”
Frode nodded his head, “Confirmed.”
Angel muttered quietly, “You could actually consider some more important Authorities.”
Nevertheless, since Frode was sure, Angel respected his decision. He summoned the Principal Body of the Nightmare Domain, ready to disintegrate the Authority.
On the other side, Sanders, when he heard Frode's request was “to change the weather,” seemed to think of something, and his brows suddenly furrowed. He lifted his head as if he wanted to say something, but Angel had already activated the Scroll of Fortune. Seeing this, Sanders didn't interject, but his furrowed brow remained, intently watching Frode.
When the light began to fall from the Principal Body of the Nightmare Domain, Frode took a deep breath, knowing that the next step was Fusion.
Angel had already told Frode about the possible situations that could arise during the Fusion of Authorities, and Frode was prepared to bear it all, including headaches and swellings.
But Frode never expected that the pain would be so intense, well beyond his threshold of tolerance.
A shrill scream came from Frode's mouth.
Watching Frode on the ground, constantly holding his head while rolling around and tears and snot streaming down his face, Angel initially had an amused expression, as he hadn't seen such drama with Sanders. But gradually, Angel's expression became more severe as he vaguely sensed something amiss.
Frode's skin slowly began to turn red, his body sometimes swelling, sometimes shrinking.
As if he would explode at any second.
“What's happening?” Angel furrowed his brows. In his mind, the Authority to change the weather shouldn't have such severe effects, should it?
“Could it be, a side effect of the Scroll of Fortune?” Angel wondered if the Scroll of Fortune had malfunctioned, resulting in an Authority other than control of weather?
Sanders, who had been watching Frode all along but hadn't spoken, then said, “Just as I thought.”
Angel looked at Sanders, hoping to learn the reason from him.
“Have him give up,” Sanders paused. “That Authority, it's beyond his current control.”
Angel was somewhat confused, but Sanders continued, “If he doesn't give up now, he may very well burst in the next second. Since he can't control it, just give it back to the Wilderness of Dreams.”
“If it really is the Authority to change the weather, it doesn't matter if it's returned to the Wilderness of Dreams. After all, human power has its limits, and the unknown can also be a kind of pleasure.”
Although Sanders didn't elaborate on the specific reason, Angel also saw that if Frode really continued to insist, he might indeed die.