Magical daily life after reincarnation

Chapter 152 Chaos and Fog

"We don't have dreams because we dream, but we dream because dreams exist. It fuses past and present to weave our future."

"Why are dreams born? There is no exact answer, but what is certain is that once we sleep, we are very likely to enter dreams."

"Many times, people in dreams may not be able to realize that they are in it, and it will more or less distort our cognition."

"Even if you have all entered the dream corridor, experienced trials in the dream, and duels in the dream, you still cannot relax your vigilance when calling."

"The only difference between summoning the existence of dreams and summoning creatures from the spirit world is that the central point of the three-ring magic circle will point to the dream, and there is no difference other than that."

"Today's summoning is just an attempt. Try to actively create a link with the dream without borrowing a bracelet or casting a spell. You don't need to force the summoning to succeed. You just need to understand this feeling..."

Dorrell kept repeating the basic knowledge of dreams and what needs to be done when summoning, and from time to time reminded everyone that dreams are not as stable as imagined, and a certain degree of caution must be ensured.

People have always known little about the nature of dreams, and Tullow has also read a lot of related documents, but there is no clear and well-recognized description.

But this does not prevent wizards from using it. From the initial use of its power to cast spirit-related spells, to the great wizard Imanoe who used the special properties of dreams to create trial rituals. Until now, the school has also produced A duel field unfolding in a dreamland.

Talo found his position and drew a familiar array with three rings. He didn't add extra runes to the array like other students. He just wanted to see the mystery of it simply because of his curiosity. What kind of strength is expected to be improved.

His spirit is different from ordinary people. Spiritual magic has no effect on him, and may even backlash against those who attack him. He doesn't have much demand in this regard.

Everything was ready, he put his hand on the eye of the formation representing the dream, slowly mobilized his own magic power, and regularly activated the formation he drew with his own hands, hoping that he might be able to summon some magical existence.

"The existence of crouching in the chaos!"

"The souls of thousands of ridiculous gods!"

"A great wise man with a thousand faces!"

……

The superimposed prayers of thousands of creatures sounded in Talo's ears, and the place where the spirit was located was not a familiar dream, but an indescribable tumbling chaos.

Sure enough, not only the soul, but also the spirit has a big problem. The function of the summoning array is to connect the soul or spirit of the summoner first, and then use it to go to the spirit world and dreams to seek summoning objects.

This chaos is not particularly unfamiliar, he has seen it before, whether it is revealing his real name or summoning Xiaobai.

And those prayers full of madness, malice and hysteria, he was not as resistant as he was at the beginning, but connected these prayers together, allowing them to be connected spiritually, accompanied by sparse screams and wailing, From time to time, you can return to calm.

Although Tulo didn't know what would happen to those chaotic prayers after he did this, at least he could become quieter, which was enough.

He carefully realized his own existence in the chaos. He was infinitely large and infinitely small, and time and space seemed to have lost their original meaning.

Talo felt that he was no different from this infinite chaos, but he also felt that he was just a reflection of this chaos.

"Quack quack!"

Xiaobai also appeared in this chaos at some point, like a fish returning to water, it happily kept flapping its wings to swim during the period.

"Do you know where this place is?"

"Quack! Quack!"

Listening to this inexplicable response, Tulo figured out the meaning from it.

It's you, it's me, and it's home.

Talo originally thought that this place should be the virtual world called by the Nirvana Cult, but the more he experienced it, the more he felt that he couldn't quite correspond to it.

This place is blind, dumb, and crazy. If the Creator really descended from here, it is impossible to create such an orderly world.

During the Bronze Trial, that Patya of the Dreamless Order, when spying on his own spirit, must have gone insane because he went deep into this chaos.

"Gah!"

With Xiaobai's call, it turned into countless messy conceptual threads, rushing like a raging river towards a direction that I don't know how to judge and identify.Tulo watched it quietly, trying to see what it was going to do.

Following this chaotic torrent, an invisible, constantly changing door, surrounded by gray mist, entered Tulo's consciousness.

That is the door of mystery!A door of mystery within one's own spirit!

For the first time, he saw the appearance behind the door, which was the boundless "fog", not the fog in this world, but the real, most original concept of "fog".

And right in the center of this mist, there is a huge boulder base, and on the base is a throne-like building.

An indistinct silhouette sits on it, and it may not be appropriate to sit upright, it is more like floating or floating.

The outline of this silhouette is not fixed, it is half taller than ordinary people.

The body of the human silhouette is covered with a thick light gray fabric, and the fabric glows with a faint gleam. Tulo can occasionally see the boundless sea of ​​bright stars behind through the rippling fabric.

Xiaobai flowed to the door, and then turned into the appearance of a white crow that Taluo had pinched, circling around the door non-stop.

Talo's spirit tried to enter the door, but it seemed that there were some ties and obstacles, and it couldn't be crossed no matter what.

"The door of mystery is connected to chaos and fog. Crossing the door means walking from chaos to fog? Then the silhouette behind the door..."

He kept on thinking about it, desperately searching for the connection.

It turns out that my spirit is a piece of chaos, and the so-called mysterious door is shrunk in the corner of this chaos.

"Has the ceremony reached this level?" An indescribable voice came from behind the door. The voice was extremely rational, but under the rationality it seemed to be suppressing endless madness.

This situation is similar to when I stepped into the spirit world...

But you can communicate!It is good to be able to communicate!Tarlow suppressed his unbearable excitement and organized his words.

"Why is there this mysterious door? Why did you choose me? Why do you want me to cross the door? What exactly am I? What are you? What is the purpose of the ceremony?" Talo was afraid of incompleteness, and gave A series of questions.

"Same as you, I also have many identities and titles. I am the mist, the only one, all things, the door and the key, and the creatures in this world call me the Creator."

The fabric covering the human silhouette on the throne swayed slightly, and Tullow could clearly see the endless sea of ​​stars behind the shimmering tulle. There was a blue planet in the sea of ​​stars, which was the world Tullow was currently living in.

"The purpose of this ceremony is to let you sit with me to keep this world going."

"My remaining humanity is not enough to continue to provide more answers. As long as you complete the ceremony, there will be everything you want to know behind the door."

"It will definitely make you feel at ease, it will also make me feel at ease, and it will make everything feel at ease..."

After these three sentences, the Creator behind the door fell into silence. No matter how Talo continued to ask questions, there was no more sound.

An answer is revealed, followed by more questions that I don't know how to speculate.

But he also understood why people in this world would see three images of keys, doors, and fog when awakening their real names, all of which came from the existence behind the door.

And myself, or chaos, is the same person as it.

So the so-called guarantee of the continuation of the world, can the Creator not keep it?Or is there some danger of destroying the world?So where does this danger come from...

In this constant reasoning and thinking, time also lost its meaning. After an unknown period of time, he returned to the present world in a trance.

There was not a single student in the classroom, only Dorrell was crawling at Tulo's feet, his old body under the gorgeous robe was trembling tremblingly, and the top of his head was tightly pressed against the brick-paved ground.

"What's going on?" Tulo leaned over to help Dorrell up, and asked softly.

He looked at the sunlight outside the window, it should be late in the evening, and it was indeed time for get out of class to end.

When I summoned Xiaobai in Professor Carson's class last time, Professor Carson didn't react too abnormally, and when I helped Hercules hand him the Holy Grail, the other party's reaction didn't seem to recognize him. The appearance of one's own idiosyncrasy.

Is it because Dorrell has become his disciple to some extent, so he feels it?
Zhuoril still lowered his head after getting up, not daring to look up as usual, he tried his best to calm down, and said slowly: "Just when you tried to summon, I felt an indescribable power, coming from you the great power."

"You dismissed students early because you were afraid you were doing something important."

Tulo nodded when he heard the words, and then sighed again. It is true that something very important happened, which made him further understand what the ceremony is.

The mysterious door was left to him by the Creator, and the system that guides him through the door is probably the same. Since his awakening, he has inevitably participated in the ceremony.

Sure enough, there will be no pies in the sky for no reason, and all gifts have their prices.

"Elisson will betray the Creator. It seems that there is a reason, or it may not be true." Talo spit out this sentence unconsciously.

Zhuoril's trembling body froze when he heard the words, did Elisong betray the Creator? !Isn’t He the only true God of the Apocalypse Holy See? !And in the myth, only the seven demon kings who betrayed to hell can be called betrayal of the Creator.

He seemed to have heard some huge unspeakable secret all of a sudden.

"Sorry, I haven't come back to my senses for a while, so I said it unconsciously." Talo's mind was thinking incessantly in the chaos, so that he couldn't fully distinguish after returning to the present world, and opened his mouth accidentally up.

"Take this sentence as the ravings of a hysterical patient. Don't take it to heart. Also, don't recite my name rashly without my warning."

Then he specially reminded Zhuo Ruier that if he happened to be able to hear him when he was praying to him, then he would probably be finished, and maybe it would affect the whole world.

After all, he can be regarded as his own believer in some aspects, and he still needs to take care of him. Tuluo doesn't want to see rumors that the tutor of the second-year summoning class suddenly goes crazy on campus one day.

"Remember your teachings and warnings." Dorrell bowed and said yes, so Talo had to help him up again.

In the end, he inquired a little about the class situation, and after confirming that nothing worth noting had happened during the period, Talo bid farewell to Zhuo Ruier and went straight back to the dormitory.

He sat cross-legged on the bed in the dormitory, contemplating the mysterious door as in the past, but unfortunately he could no longer see the figure behind the door.

There is a door in the symbol of the Creator, and it can open a door between the mist represented by him and the chaos represented by himself, so as to communicate with each other.

The so-called cross-door is probably not a real cross-door, maybe it is to achieve some kind of link, or it is for other purposes.

"But as long as you can live with peace of mind, that's a good result..."

But the Creator himself seemed to be suppressing something, which made Talo even more uneasy.

He originally guessed that after passing the door, he would be able to solve this unsettled worry, but the future became even more unpredictable.

"Hey, as the saying goes, if you have a problem, you can sleep through it."

Tulo abandoned a lot of useless thinking, and simply buried himself in recuperation.

Thursday's exercise class was arranged by Professor Kruse for a magic duel, and Talo was still in the auditorium. Later, because of the huge gap in strength, he even canceled the duel with the final winner.

It's just that the painting style of this duel was far beyond Professor Cruce's expectations. He didn't know why so many people who were quite unfamiliar with some spells suddenly reached the level of silent spellcasting.

And even if it is silent casting, the precision of its control is not weaker than chanting a complete spell.

This level of collective spurt had never been encountered in his hundreds of years of teaching.

"It's the credit of Seppian's mentor. He is a teacher of ancient witchcraft research and occult esoteric psychology. Does the professor know anything about this mentor?" Talo explained to Professor Cruce.

Professor Cruce withdrew his surprised expression, groped his messy beard with his big hands, and shook his head: "It's the first time I've heard of this guy's existence. Although the principal introduced him to us a little bit, it's just the name and accent. It's just a class schedule."

"I'm also very curious about him now, maybe it's an old wise man who was hidden in the silver age and was suddenly pulled out by the principal."

That should mean that only the principal and himself know the identity of Hercules, Tulo thought to himself after hearing the reply.

After spending a rare exercise class with a full day of rest, the second day was Hercules' occultism.

(End of this chapter)