The world is like a book, but people who live on one page can only see a limited range, and they can't even read the whole page they are on. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was the job of the scribes to record the contents of this great book, to record most of the information they had come into contact with, and to make it known to as many people as possible. But in doing so, they are also deeply aware of their limitations.

After all, the desire to be able to flip through this book at any time, or simply close the book casually to find another book, is a privilege that only those who have conquered time have. And as a mortal scribe, at most, he "visited, saw, and recorded" as the old saying goes.

That's why they sometimes tease each other with words like this: if everything in this world really makes up a book, then the scrivener may be just a bookworm, wandering through the book and devouring the little information he comes across, without knowing the specifics of the book.

If Frick was given a chance to read the Book of the World of His own volition, he wouldn't just turn it down. After all, the mages sitting in this laboratory are more or less vain trying to transcend the shackles of time and space by infiltrating the spiritual world, hoping to become readers in other worlds.

This is William Coulter's ultimate goal, and he continues to experiment, even if his soul is worn out again and again in the dream. However, due to the accumulation of fatigue, his body has become quite emaciated, as if it has become a skeleton based on activity.

"As you may already know, this is a potion that I specially concocted, and it has a strong catalyst effect. The next thing we need to do is make it work with the Dream Elixir and dive into the deeper dream world...... I don't think I need to repeat to you how dangerous he is. ”

He spoke explanatory words to the others around him in a tired voice, and poured a potion modeled after the red liquid into the cup in his hand. It was an incredibly vivid golden red, and all the potions that Biverrick had drunk so far were as bright as lava.

It was a batch of potions that Dr. Kurt had improvised to make, but due to the lack of sufficient materials, its effect was far less than that of the one placed next to Frick. In order to ensure that the drug would have sufficient effect, with Frick's permission, he mixed his blood into it.

In fact, it was only two or three drops, but the refined potion was full of extremely active magic, and the wonderful texture undoubtedly revealed a power far stronger than before. Even Frick, who didn't know much about the science of alchemy, knew clearly what kind of power those potions had.

Of course, the effect of the potion is not as strong as possible, especially given that William Kurt has not fully understood the exact power of Frick's blood. However, he knew that his body was reaching its limit, and he didn't care what would happen to the others who used it, so he decided to use this technique.

He didn't want them to steal the fruits of their painstaking experiments without much effort, and he was more than happy to see them suffer from the erosion of magic spirits.

"Drink this potion, and the door of dreams will open before us, and those who have the courage to step into the unknown will finally have the opportunity to witness wisdom. With his mouth crooked, he held up the cup full of potions, "Here, I wish you all safe access to the realm of dreams - cheers." ”

With that, William Coulter was the first to drink the churning liquid from his glass, and then closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as if he were ready to come to his senses. The few magicians around him who had participated in the experiment in the name of assistance also drank the potion and prepared to fall asleep.

I don't know if this is the last time, and Flick, who thought so, also drank the potion. His body and mind were almost at their limits, and he was almost exhausted of specially concocted potions, and Dr. Kurt should no longer be able to continue with the success of this experiment.

"Ah...... Ahem, ahem!"

Was it because he had ingested too much at once? Frick immediately felt that the effect of these golden-red potions was completely different from the past, and the violent heat began to spread from his throat, making his abdomen seem to be burning with a flame, and he almost fell to the ground with a scream.

In an instant, he felt the veins all over his body ignite, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't help but want to scream, but he found that he couldn't make a sound at all. Red liquid flew out of the mouth of the battle, and blood mixed with the liquid flowed from the aching eyes.

Completely unaware of what was happening, Frick only noticed a shrill metallic sound echoing in his ears, and his eyes were covered in a red like flames. The power of the body is seamlessly transformed into magic, blended into the heat flowing in the body, and then gradually penetrates into every joint.

He had never felt so clearly that his body was being changed by magic, and his consciousness fell into the darkness of his fingers in the approaching heaviness. And at the last moment, through the red-dyed vision, he saw that the few people sitting around the table not far away were also limp to the ground.

Not long ago, they drank a larger number of potions with greater effects in one go, and of course the side effects would be stronger than Frick's. Unfortunately, Frick didn't have a chance to see what the aftermath of them was, because his consciousness was completely swallowed up by the tide of darkness before that.

Soon, he realized that he was in a wonderful space, and everything in his vision could hardly be described in words. The feeling was familiar, but it was also unfamiliar, and the ethereal gray mist filled every corner of the surroundings, changing into many indescribable shapes.

Located in the shallow layers of the dream world, it has more or less in common with the waking material world, but it is full of contradictions and anomalies that never happen in the real world. The apparitions that appeared around Frick had an absurd appearance, and he could hardly imagine their projection in the waking world.

The Rubik's Cubes set up by William Kurt and the sorcerers in the laboratory were not in vain, as they apparently served as some kind of guide to the world of dreams. Through the gray fog around him, Flick could hear rhythmic music in the distance.

From the first syllable, there was a kind of astonishing change in the atmosphere around them, and the bleak gray mist was stirred by the invisible hand, stirring up a circle of chaotic swirls. Under their guidance, Flick gradually entered a deeper dream.

Unconsciously, Flick realizes that the concepts of space, space, and action in his past are no longer valid, and even the concepts of location no longer have any meaning. His will wandered above the chasm of the spiritual world, and he could see the mutilated pictures flashing in the gray mist.

At this moment, there is only Frick Sierra Leone, and the fragments around him are fragments of his memories projected by associating with all familiar realities. One moment, the picture is still a phantom that has been seen recently, and the next moment, it has become a memory that has almost been forgotten.

They are deeply engraved in his psyche, surrounded by projections of mental images.

These projections are clearly not fixed, but rather a series of changing perceptions that remain in the surrounding space. In the process, everything Frick had experienced kept spinning through his mind, but he couldn't figure out with what senses he was recording the scenes.

It is not so much the eyes that see these visions, but the deeper consciousness that perceives them and imprints them on the soul. He barely knew that he had memorized this information, and was only half-forced to experience it when he entered the deeper spiritual world.

Memories of the past were confused with the visions of childhood, and did not turn into a series of vague clusters, lost their distinct boundaries in the churning gray mist. But Frick is well aware that it is not only memories and imaginations that are once again revealed, but also a subtle mixture of a reality that transcends his own will.

As the echoing sound faded away, the gray fog that was constantly changing into illindiscernible illusions finally dissipated. Frick knew that he was in a deeper spiritual world, unable to locate his current location on a map, and perhaps time would no longer have the meaning of the world.

That said, the nature behind this chain of events was quite foreign to Frick, and even though he had been in a dream for the past few days, he had never penetrated into this level. All around is an empty wilderness, except for a closed silver door that towers at the end of the earth.

"It is the gateway that separates the shallow from the deep, and some mysterious ancient texts have hinted at its existence. ”

At some point, William Coulter appeared at his side: "The door looks closed, but it's always open. In fact, it is not the ultimate door, but passing through it is the only way to get further guidance. ”

Compared to his excessively thin body, his body appeared here much stronger—perhaps his face was much younger than it really was. The clean white robe was spotless, and his piercing eyes revealed a strong will, and Frick almost lost his identity.

He was clearly seeking not the silver door in front of him, but the door to the truth behind him, in a world further away. Maybe this is just the first step, but just seeing the entrance on the road is enough for him to see the possibility of success.

And the work of exploring it must be done before anyone else arrives.