Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1571: Section 1572 Ability Tree Chapter 1571: Section 1572 Ability Tree With the same expectations as Sanders, there was another person — Frode.

Frode stood on top of the Sky Tower, overlooking the entire Originheart City.

Buildings of varying heights interlaced, each teeming with people the size of ants coming and going; the Marine Theater in the distance seemed to be holding a performance, with beautiful music and choir reaching his ears despite the distance.

To anyone viewing it, the first impression of Originheart City was undoubtedly one of prosperity.

However, having spent a long time here, Frode knew all too well how fragile this built-up city was behind its flourishing facade. This fragility was evident in various aspects, whether in its cultural depth, living environment, or even the roadside trees, which were all dyed sculptures.

Also, since Originheart City was newly established, people were still adapting to the pace of life, thus many flaws were deliberately overlooked. But as time passed, these hidden problems would inevitably surface with the tide of public opinion.

How long could this facade be maintained now?

Frode was genuinely worried about this.

Including Monroe the City Lord, who, because of her high-standing position, had also seen through some of the truths. She often hesitated before speaking in front of Frode, and how could Frode not notice these signs? However, these problems that appeared pressing in Monroeʼs eyes, Frode had no way to resolve them.

“Hopefully, this situation will change today,” Frode mused as he gazed into the distance, hoping that if Angel gained the Core Authority today, he might be able to resolve these issues.

After all, the currently hidden problems in Originheart City stemmed from fundamental issues–the imperfect laws of the Wilderness of Dreams.

It was uncertain, however, whether Angel could obtain the Core Authority through the Scroll of Fortune? And if obtained, what would that Core Authority be?

While Sanders and Frode were speculating about what the Authority could be, the person they were concerned about was currently entirely unconscious.

Simply put, he was in a coma.

Angelʼs coma had lasted for exactly two days. He had planned to attend several matches of a friend during these two days, but these plans had been put on hold due to this sudden event.

When he woke up, it was already the third morning after the Fusion of Authority.

Upon opening his eyes, the first person Angel saw was his mentor, Sanders. Sanders was standing beside the Principal Body of the Nightmare Domain, seemingly studying its operating methods.

The rustling movements behind him awakened Sanders from his contemplation, and he turned his head toward Angel: “Youʼre awake?”

At that moment, Angelʼs mind was still foggy, feeling as if he was lying on clouds, everything floating indistinctly. It wasnʼt until Sanders called out to him that Angelʼs unfocused eyes regained clarity.

“Iʼm awake.” Angel propped himself up with his hands, sitting up amidst the haze.

Sanders asked, “How do you feel now?”

Angel rubbed his forehead: “A bit dizzy. My thoughts are like paste, a bit hard to focus.”

Sanders: “Your physical body in the real world is bleeding from eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, which might be affecting your condition here in the Wilderness of Dreams.”

Eyes, ears, mouth, and nose bleeding? Angel suddenly looked up: “That serious? The pain will probably be terrible when I get out.”

His latter sentence was muttered softly, but Sanders heard it clearly and couldnʼt help but chuckle: “Youʼre worried about suffering when you get out? If I hadnʼt treated you at the time, whether you could have left the Wilderness of Dreams at all would have been a question.”

Angel sat up, his face slightly pale: “I hadnʼt anticipated that the Fusion of Authority would be this difficult.”

Now recalling the pain that was almost unbearable before his coma, Angel felt a chill run down his spine. Had he known it would be this difficult, he wouldnʼt have left his physical body so unguarded.

Seeing Angelʼs apprehensive expression, Sanders murmured almost to himself: “Behind luck, hides a cost that is hard to bear.”

Although Sanders did not specify, Angel still realized what he meant.

At an inappropriate time, trying to acquire something beyond oneʼs own ability limit is not always luck; it is very likely a nightmare draped in the skin of fortune.

“I wasnʼt thorough enough in my considerations before fusing with the Authority. After all, mastering the Core Authority of a Nightmare Realm like the Wilderness of Dreams comes at an immensely high price,” Angel sighed.

What Sanders wanted to express was indeed as Angel said. But hearing Angel say it out loud…

“Are you saying that you didnʼt succeed in fusing with the Authority and gave up halfway?” Sanders asked.

Angel was taken aback for a moment, about to nod along with Sandersʼ words, but suddenly a vision flashed across his mind–

When he was fusing with the Authority and was in extreme pain, the green Patterns around him began to emit a strange light, and the previously unruly specks of light inside him slowly lowered their posture under this brilliance and ultimately integrated into his body.

Did he succeed in the fusion? Angel, looking at this vision, then realized that he hadnʼt chosen to give up halfway.

However, his success was also fortuitous. Under normal circumstances, this Authority would definitely have exceeded his current limit of endurance. Without the green Patterns, he would likely have perished here or chosen to give up amidst unbearable suffering.

Thinking of this, Angel felt a wave of fortune in his heart. He now finally truly understood why Nail Granny repeatedly warned him that the Scroll of Fortune is not always genuinely fortunate.

“It doesnʼt matter, such a large Principal Body of the Nightmare Domain, the Core Authority should not be just one. Even if I return one to the Wilderness of Dreams, itʼs not a big deal,” Sanders, seeing Angel in a daze, thinking he had indeed failed, then comforted him.

At this point, Angel shook his head: “Iʼve endured so much suffering; giving up halfway would have been unjust.”

Sanders raised an eyebrow: “Do you mean, you succeeded?”

Angel nodded: “Yes, I succeeded.”

Upon hearing this, Sanders sighed in relief. Although he felt that having one less Core Authority was fine, it was still about the magical Wilderness of Dreams, and having complete control was naturally the best.

Sanders didnʼt ask how exactly Angel succeeded in the fusion but directly inquired the result: “So, what is this fused Authority? Is it the Core Authority?”

“I just woke up and havenʼt had the chance to research it; let me check first.” Angel said, then deeply immersed himself.

He had been continually feeling dizzy, and his thoughts were muddled. Now, settling his mind, he noticed there was a wealth of information in his mind. The volume of data was so vast that Angel couldnʼt immediately discern it. And it was this massive complex information that made his head spin.

Angel tried to read some of the information but couldnʼt understand it.

It was like a stone tablet filled with text where someone splashed ink, with most areas pitch black, needing to gradually remove the ink to explore what exactly was inscribed on the tablet.

But how could he “remove the ink”? Angel wasnʼt clear on this yet; perhaps it required gradual interpretation? Or maybe his current power wasnʼt enough? After all, since this was likely a Core Authority, not having enough power for the fusion leading to parts being obscured seemed plausible?

However, although part of it was obscured, some information was still accessible.

Angel read all the accessible information, and his doubt finally found an answer.

His fused Authority was indeed a Core Authority.

Perhaps, it was not just a Core Authority but a fundamental Law.

For instance, the Authority of the Wilderness of Dreams, in Angelʼs view, is illusive because they canʼt genuinely affect reality. Itʼs like a simulator, simulating a real-world Law.

While real-world Authorities, including the Gravity Meridian that Angel holds, can be considered Laws. There are too many such Laws, countless Laws, that form a complete world.

Controlling all these Laws, Wizards call it the Origin. Or perhaps… the World Will.

The Core Authority Angel obtained is somewhat similar to the World Will.

Its name is called–

[Ability Tree] .