Chapter 575
2022-04-15
Chapter 575 Forgery
A normal trialist like Searle or Grey? Or a nightmare avatar like an old witch?
If the identity of a normal trialist is the path offered to the ordinary person, then the Nightmare incarnation is equivalent to the hidden path of those who have mastered a certain knowledge of dreams.
The old witch soup in front of him is the ‘special prop’ that opens the hidden route. From this pot of soup, Anves gets more information about the fragments related to the other road.
There is no difference between the two approaches, but the focus and process are different.
A normal trialist who wants to achieve inheritance in the end must face different tests and try his best to pass them.
Every time you successfully pass a test, the strength of the trialist will be improved, which includes not only the power infusion of the dream rule itself to the passer, but also some special items obtained during the test.
A trialist who successfully passes the three trials will be eligible for the title of Senior Trialist and gain some access to the entire Dreamworld.
Even if they were just an ordinary person before, when they successfully reached this step, their own strength is enough to compete with fourth rank professionals in a dream.
But from the third time onwards, the terrifying existence they faced during the customs clearance process turned from an aggregate of self-conscious dream running rules to the incarnation of other people who took the nightmare path [Nightmare] spirit】.
Like trialists, Nightmare Spirits are also divided into different levels. But their main upgrade is not to kill trialists, but to devour other nightmare spirits.
By defeating a common trialist in the dream, the Nightmare Spirit can randomly obtain about half of the fragments of strength and authority. But swallowing other nightmare spirits can inherit more than 90% of the opponent’s power.
In theory, if it can devour other similar species indefinitely, then the path of the Nightmare Spirit can become extremely powerful in a short period of time, and even quickly gain complete control over the entire dreamland and successfully obtain inheritance.
The trialist’s speed of improvement is slower, but they also have an advantage, that is, in each test, they will receive a certain number of dream power protection, and the power of the nightmare spirit will be partially suppressed accordingly. There will be no 100% certain death situation.
Anves pondered for a moment, looking at the night-black soup in the cauldron.
It seems that the Nightmare Spirit’s route seems more suitable for him.
But is it really so?
It’s very simple, if the nightmare path is as good as the information, then this dream world has existed until now, and someone should have obtained the inheritance long ago.
And the test of this world still exists today, it can only show that so far, all those who choose the nightmare path have not succeeded.
Anves does not think that in the long years of existence of this dream world, no powerhouse will arrive here. There must be some hidden flaw in this route.
A moment later, he made a decision.
He plans to try both ways.
This involves his own peculiarities, as he did not arrive here by normal means, but by random transmission at the edge of the dream.
The number of dreams in the deep dream world is like a grain of sand in the desert. He can get here, which is actually equivalent to entering a specific grain of sand without any instructions.
This is not even a coincidence, it’s very close to the probability of a miracle.
This results in him not having the official identity in this dream until he comes up with an ‘identity certificate’ himself. And if he can do one, he can also do another.
In simple terms, he had previously issued a false certificate, and now he is going to apply for another one, and then decide which one to present as the case may be.
After confirming the plan, Anves carefully took out a spoonful of soup from the cauldron. With his thoughts, the black liquid gradually deformed in midair, and finally turned into a rose like a night.
At the same time, with Anves’ actions, the cauldron in front of him lost its essence of power and dissipated into little bubbles.
Catching the rose floating in midair, Anves pinned it carefully in the breast pocket of the dress.
Therefore, with the black rose as the core, like a cloud of ink spreading, the moon-white magic dress on his body was quickly dyed black. At the same time, a gloomy and desperate temperament quickly spread from him,
“This is my nightmare form?”
He condensed a magic mirror in front of him. , Anves looked at himself in the mirror.
Although he didn’t make any movement, the silhouette in the mirror showed him a sinister smile.
“Don’t you look in the mirror in your dreams?”
Looking at the strange silhouette in the mirror, Anves also showed a smile, and after looking at each other for a while, the shadow in the mirror gradually smiled. Shrinking, and finally returning to the expressionless face.
It was a confrontation with the dream anomaly, which Anves won easily and took control of the reflection in the mirror, equivalent to his Nightmare Innate talent skill.
Familiar with the Nightmare Spirit’s abilities a little, Anves moved his thoughts slightly and restored himself to be a trialist.
From the outside, the pitch black dress on his body has returned to moon white, and the black rose on his chest has become a silver gem brooch.
In these two states, Anves could feel two different senses of calling, which should be different trial scenarios corresponding to the two identities, but he had not responded before.
He was going to try the trialist test first. After all, this one has novice protection, so it should be safer.
And Anves was also curious, what would a trial that belonged to him look like?
As he actively responded to the call in his heart, miraculous changes took place around him.
The magic mirror in front of him suddenly began to change on its own, the mirror surface began to deform and expand, and the ornately carved pure gold edge appeared all around the mirror surface, and finally turned into the one he had seen in Moonlin Castle, Huge square floor mirror.
The spotless mirror clearly reflects his own silhouette. Unlike the previous magic mirror, the reflection in this mirror is like looking in a mirror in reality, without any natural phenomenon.
Following the invisible guidance of the dream world, Anves slowly extended the hand towards the mirror, and the reflection in the mirror did the same with him.
Eventually, two pure white gloved hands touched.
In a flash of rays of light, Anves’ silhouette suddenly disappeared from the mirror.
I don’t know how long it took, when Anves saw the surrounding situation again, Anves found that the surrounding scene became very familiar.
He is currently at the foot of Moonlin Castle, a field of hyacinths, rosemary and bluebells.
The clear, unnamed creek flows from the sunset forest on the side, babbling across the vibrant fields and into the sapphire Lake Olivendi in the distance.
But what struck him most was that there seemed to be another silhouette he was familiar with.
“Haw—(Fiona?)”
But soon, Anves noticed something unusual. The sound he made was a little strange, and the surrounding flowers and plants were also abnormally high.
He looked down at his body, still in that moon-white magic dress and white gloves, but it didn’t seem to be in a humanoid state.
Above the glove is a limb with white fluff.
Anves took a few steps forward and came to the stream, where reflected in the water was a strange bunny with pink eyes and long bunny ears in a dress.
(End of this chapter)