In the wee hours of the morning, Thoth opened his eyes in the somewhat damp bedding, and the rustling of the rain and the snoring of his fellow tentaters converged into a peculiar rhythm that made him sleepy, and his dazed thoughts gradually became clear.

Over the course of more than a month, he has practiced all of the extraordinary abilities of Sequences 9 through 3 of the Voyeur's pathway, such as using divination to ask if the weather will be clear tomorrow, using simple sorcery to create sparks, crafting scrolls with extraordinary powers that produce specific effects, freezing a small lake with an ice pick, restraining the actions of some otherworldly creatures with paralyzing rays, trying to observe magical objects with the Eye of Voyeurism, and placing the Eye of Mystery on a crow to make it his eyes and ears······ It's a small success, but there is one ability that makes him a little confused.

That is [mystical reappearance]: draw power from the occult knowledge mastered to create magic or witchcraft, and the less people know the corresponding occult knowledge, the less it is circulated, the more powerful this spell will be.

"On the other hand, if this knowledge is close to common sense, you can't do powerful magic at all, right?" This is where Thoth is in trouble, because he has only been in contact with the mysterious world for more than a month, where can he find secret knowledge?

Isn't it possible that I'm going to listen to the whispers? He thought a little nonsensically, but Hermes had very solemnly warned against trying to discern the contents of the babblings, which might include some forbidden and polluting knowledge that would lure the extraordinary to their depravity, and at the same time glanced at Thoth, who thought very bitterly, "You are too worried, don't babble, not even tinnitus." ”

Thoth clutched the quilt in frustration, he was a student who couldn't finish his homework when he was in compulsory school, even if he had to fight the damn laws of electromagnetism and linear algebra for it. Now there is a puzzle in front of you but there is no way to solve it, this is a more serious thing than not being able to finish your homework, you must know that there are sinister creatures such as demons in this other world, if one day you encounter one less means, won't there be less life?

Forget it······ It's useless to think so much, it's better to fall asleep and roam the sea of the collective subconscious······ Heh, I'm not a dreamwalker though······

Speaking of which······ Is it really only a dreamwalker who can do this? Can't it indirectly touch the power of the spiritual realm? Sleepwalking····· Dream ······ Alice in Wonderland? Zhuang Zhou Mengdie? Uh, what is this······ Sleep and sleep, tomorrow is another day.

He finally closed his eyes helplessly, fell into a peaceful darkness, and the delusion of roaming the subconscious sea quickly shattered into fragmentary thoughts, but did not disappear, but shone like a piece of glass in the sun, "dream", "roaming", "subconscious sea", "Zhuang Zhou", "butterfly", "fairyland"······ Every noun or verb emitted a demagogic sheen in a dark mind, causing Thoth's consciousness to unconsciously run into one of the words.

"Butterflies."

Did Zhuang Zhou turn into a butterfly? Or did the butterfly become Zhuang Zhou?

If I become a butterfly, will I be able to fly over the subconscious sea? Wandering in a dreamland?

Half-asleep, Thoth drew in his mind the wings of a butterfly, the tips of the butterfly's wings trembled, turning into a creature of light, and the points of light fissioned rapidly, creating a tide of light enough to light up the long night, and each of these droplets re-outlined the shape of the butterfly, and they danced and moved with their hearts, as unpredictable as clouds.

Thoth suddenly felt that his body was light, and his vision no longer seemed to be limited by height, whether it was the path paved with golden ginkgo biloba leaves or the clock tower pointing to nine o'clock in the evening, he drifted unconsciously past the cafeteria that had been painted with a dull gray layer, and floated out of the window again into the school building where noisy voices were sown but not half a figure was seen, the green plastic lawn of the football gradually became barren and withered, and a puddle of water accumulated at the junction of verdant and withered, he floated directly above the puddle, and had no intention of glancing—

A flock of butterflies flapping their wings in the water.

Thoth jerked up from the bed and pressed his pounding heart.

"Was that ······?!" With an uncanny conjecture, he slowly lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and resketched the shape of the butterfly in his mind, feeling his body become lighter, the scene in front of him becoming clearer and clearer, and the puddle on the football lawn reappeared in front of him.

"It's ······ I? ”

The tips of the butterfly's wings touch sleep, creating a shallow ripple.

The fluctuating spirits congratulated him on finally using the ability of "mystical reappearance".

The story of "Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly" is mysterious?! ”

"So Jingwei reclamation, Nuwa mends the sky, paints skin and ghosts, Taoyuan is lost, and the rotten Ke chess game ······ There are so many ancient myths and allusions in China······ Isn't it groundless? No, that's too ······ Wait, don't think about explaining everything with science! If everything could be explained scientifically, I wouldn't be here at all!

So...... I should be happy.

Since it was the non-scientific factors that made me travel here, then the non-scientific means will definitely allow me to go back! That makes sense! And I'm already on that path!

The boy kept his eyes open for a long time in the dark, and finally two tears of joy slipped into his sideburns.