Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 381 Advancement to "Dream Weaver" (Thanks to Nestlé Miaomiao House for the Qidian Coins donation)
Hearing Roger's words, Luna finally stopped, raising an eyebrow:

"You saw the leader?"

"I only dreamt of one of His avatars."

Roger nodded and replied.

"That is not bad."

Luna sighed softly:

"It's been a long time since I've seen the leader in person."

Roger smiled upon hearing this:
"How do you know you haven't seen His true form?"

Luna paused, bit her lip, and then said:

"Yes, it's quite possible that I've already seen it, but I just didn't know it."

After all, for a being with the extraordinary and unique characteristics of the "Dreamer" pathway Sequence 1, anything related to Him could be false. Even Roger wasn't sure if he had ever truly seen Adam's true form.

"Where's the stuff?"

Roger spoke again, pressing for an answer.

"You come with me."

Luna beckoned with her finger, then turned around and walked straight toward an office not far away.

Roger followed, and once inside, he saw a silver metal box on the desk in the brightly lit room.

Can I open it?

Roger curiously touched the box and asked:
"can."

Luna nodded and replied.

Roger opened the box and found a crystal-clear silver eyeball inside.

It had only one eye, but it kept looking around. When it looked at Roger, Roger felt an inexplicable restlessness within him, as if something was about to burst forth and split from the deepest part of his soul.

Roger did not suppress this power. After a moment, the pupil of the eyeball suddenly contracted. At this moment, Roger could see obvious fear in its eyes, as if it had seen some extremely terrifying existence.

"Serves you right for being so shameless."

Roger chuckled and then closed the box.

"This doesn't look very appetizing."

"Perhaps the leader's definition of 'being able to eat' is... well, no, maybe his tastes are different from yours."

Luna first corrected her wording, but quickly felt that her words were still somewhat inappropriate, and finally bowed her head and prayed again.

"You seem quite afraid of blasphemy, but have you ever thought about what would happen if I became a god one day?"

Roger watched Luna's somewhat schizophrenic behavior with amusement and made a teasing remark.

"Let's talk about it after you've been promoted to Sequence 3."

Luna rolled her eyes at Roger and spoke.

"Okay, sure."

Roger nodded, then said:
"I'm leaving?"

"Get out of here."

Luna waved her hand, Roger chuckled, and walked outside.

"Wait."

Luna suddenly called out to Roger, who turned around and asked:
"Is there anything else?"

"Bring enough food and water, be prepared, and don't die in outer space."

"When you're at your wit's end, you can create a secondary personality to help you come up with ideas. I often do that."

Luna frowned, giving him some words of advice with concern.

Roger sensed the worry in Luna's voice, but instead of teasing her, he nodded solemnly.

"okay, I get it."

After saying that, his figure was once again enveloped in blue light and then disappeared on the spot.

Roger's figure traversed the spirit world, and as many lights and shadows swept by, his figure reappeared in a port city.

This is Port Laus, the easternmost port on the northern continent. This port, which faces Sonia Island across the sea, was one of the important towns in the exclave of the Fusak Empire before the war, but it is now under the actual control of the Kingdom of Rune.

It is precisely because of this that there are many more people speaking the Rune language here. Although the streets are almost entirely lined with buildings in the Fusak style, there are many more shops with Rune-language signs than before the war.

The scene looks quite similar to East Baylang, except that the climate here is noticeably cooler than East Baylang.

Following the words Adam had spoken in his memory, Roger eventually arrived at a quiet alley called Kentucky Street after wandering around for a while.

"Number 25, number 25... I've got it."

Roger stopped walking and looked up at the plaque hanging above his head.

"A bookstore that has everything?"

His lips twitched. He really couldn't understand why Amon had to open a shop wherever he went. Did he think being a boss was fun?

"But if that's the case, there might be some good stuff in this bookstore."

Roger pictured his book-loving younger brother and pushed open the door to go inside.

However, upon entering, Roger only saw rows of empty bookshelves, and the entire shop reeked of paint, suggesting it was still under renovation.

Amon, dressed in work clothes and painting the wall, turned around and looked at Roger.

His eyes showed a hint of surprise. After a long silence, Amon said in a cold voice:
"Our store is not open yet, please leave."

"Boss, stop messing around."

Roger burst out laughing. He had clearly seen the look of embarrassment in Amon's eyes, which he found very amusing.

Then he walked over to Amon on his own, looked at the uneven paint on the wooden wall, and spoke up:

"Do you need my help? I used to do this kind of work at home, but I don't know if I can pick it up again."

"I haven't finished watching it a second time yet."

Amon glanced at Roger, frowned, and spoke.

However, Roger didn't stand on ceremony with Amon. He simply picked up the wooden brush from the iron bucket and started brushing the wall.

"Hey boss, why do you have to open a shop wherever you go?"

Roger asked with some curiosity as he scrolled through the page.

This question had been lingering in his mind for a long time. Logically speaking, Amon was not short of money. Roger couldn't understand why he did this. Could it be to maintain humanity?
“My clone does a lot of things; you only saw one side of me running the shop.”

Amon shook his head:

"On the one hand, I wanted to find something to do, and on the other hand, I wanted to keep the church from going crazy. Otherwise, if they knew that my doppelganger was in a certain city but they couldn't see me often, they would definitely be restless and unable to eat or sleep."

"So you're really just going to honestly open a shop here?"

Roger smiled and glanced at Amon, knowing that the guy was definitely not as honest as he appeared on the surface.

"What's your business?"

Instead of answering, Amon asked a question in return.

"Adam said to ask you to help me advance to Sequence 3."

After hearing Roger's words, Amon raised an eyebrow:

"Let me guess, it's definitely not 'Three-Headed Sanctuary'... it's 'Dream Weaver'?"

"Yes, boss, you're really smart."

Roger gave Amon a thumbs up; he wasn't surprised at all that the latter had guessed it.

After saying that, while painting, he took out the box containing the silver-gray eyeballs with his other hand and opened it to show Amon.

For some reason, those silver-gray eyes kept avoiding looking at Amon, and their gaze revealed a deeper fear than when they had been spying on Roger earlier.

"It's this guy."

Amon suddenly laughed:
"Looks like they still remember me. It wasn't a wasted death."

"Boss, did you kill this guy?"

Roger asked curiously upon hearing this.

"Yes, this is one of the former members of the 'Psychological Alchemy Society's' council, named Mandy Porzingis."

“She was holding a high-sequence sealed artifact of the ‘Thief’ pathway, and I killed her while I was at it.”

Amon spoke in a calm tone, as if he had not killed a Sequence 3 Saint, but rather crushed an ant.

"sharp."

Roger praised again, saying that the third coat of paint had been applied and the color of the wall looked much more even and richer than before.

"That's fine. Wait until it dries and then brush it again."

Roger placed the wooden brush on the lid of the paint bucket and said with considerable satisfaction.

Amon was also stunned for a moment. To be honest, he was not very good at this kind of craftsmanship, and Roger's move surprised him quite a bit.

"Are you getting a promotion now?"

He didn't say anything more, but simply turned and asked.

"it is good."

Roger paused, then asked:
"By the way, this should contain all the extraordinary properties from Sequence 9 to Sequence 3. Will there be any problems if I just consume it like this?"

"You used to take 'Shepherd's Evil Heart' and you were fine, weren't you?"

Amon shook his head:

"Promoting yourself through this 'deceptive' method means you don't have to worry about digesting pre-sequence potions. The only two problems are that the fusion of these two pathways will be relatively slow, and you may not be able to unleash the combined power of the 'Mystic' and 'Audience' pathways in the early stages."

"No, that's not what I meant."

Roger shook his head:

"If I possess three different pathways of low-sequence and mid-sequence extraordinary characteristic powers simultaneously, it will definitely reduce the stability of my advancement. Is there any way to avoid this?"

"You're definitely not stupid."

Amon adjusted his monocle:
"I originally wanted to see if you could figure it out yourself, and if you couldn't, I was going to let you eat it like this."

"Boss, can you be serious for once?"

Roger sighed helplessly.

Amon laughed:
"Are you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid that my death will be meaningless."

Roger shook his head:

"So, could you help me extract the characteristics of sequence 3 separately? Of course, I can also figure out a way myself."

After hearing this, Amon looked at Roger for a long time before finally saying:
"I will temporarily seal away your extraordinary traits below Sequence 3. They will not merge with the power of the 'Mystic' pathway. Once you become an angel, you can unlock this seal yourself, or I can unlock it for you before that."

"However, in my opinion, something interesting might happen when you reach Sequence 3... After all, you have mastered a portion of the power of the tributary of the 'Chaos Sea,' which can reconcile a considerable degree of contradictions."

Hearing Amon say this, Roger was finally relieved, and he made his last request:
"Could you make it taste better for me?"

"..."

Amon didn't say anything, but ignored the eyeball's desperate resistance, picked it up, and stuffed it into Roger's mouth.

Roger wanted to say something, but his throat was blocked by that eyeball.

A slippery sensation came over Roger, and he instinctively wanted to vomit, but then he suddenly realized that the eyeballs tasted surprisingly good.

If I had to describe it, it's a bit like fresh Sonia shrimp boiled in plain water. Not only is it not bad at all, but it also has a unique sweetness.

As the eyeball was swallowed, Roger felt as if his internal organs were being twisted together.

This caused him to bend over in pain, and just as he was about to vomit, Amon kicked him squarely in the chest, forcefully pushing back the nausea that was rising within him. Not only that, Roger realized that Adam had pre-planted some information within the seal corresponding to the "Dream Weaver's" characteristics, and this information was now impacting his mind, causing him double the pain.

After a long time, Roger, feeling a little better, finally stood up, panting heavily.

"Thank you, boss."

Roger knew that he had completed the promotion, but compared to his previous promotion to "Black Knight", this experience was not so pleasant.

After experiencing his newfound abilities for a while, he thanked Amon.

"By the way, when does your store open?"

Roger thought for a moment, then asked another question.

"What's wrong? You want to buy a book?"

Amon asked.

"Yes, I'd like to find some Quaternary literature to buy for my younger brother to read."

Roger nodded. He knew that if it was Amon's bookstore, it would definitely have some rare ancient documents.

Next Friday.

Amon replied.

"it is good."

Roger memorized the date and then turned to leave.

After leaving Port Laus, Roger found a local florist and ordered some flowers for Amon's grand opening. In fact, sending flower baskets for openings was not very common in either Loen or Fursac, but Roger couldn't think of any other way to send Amon's new store a gift while he was away.

Amon is not short of money. Aside from high-sequence sealed artifacts of the "Thief" pathway and high-sequence extraordinary properties of the Outer God pathway, He probably doesn't want anything in particular. Therefore, in this case, sending a token of goodwill is far more important than sending a gift.

Of course, Roger also reminded the florist to have them place the flowers at Amon's door early Friday morning, in case Amon did anything strange to these people.

"That's OK."

Roger took a deep breath and then went to Trier again, where he found Klein Moretti and took a "Spirit Worm" from him.

Because Klein seemed to be busy investigating something, the handover between the two was very rushed. Like Luna, Klein gave Roger special instructions on things to be careful of, fearing that Roger might encounter something strange in the Boötes Hollow.

"Everything is ready."

Roger took a deep breath, returned to his rented hotel, renewed his room for another two weeks, and then sat down at the table to carefully calculate the void state of Boötes.

Thanks to the extensive "map-opening" efforts of numerous "Star Wanderers," Roger now possesses far more information about the depths of space than before, which allows him to use the "Living Star Chart" to predict the conditions inside the Boötes Void.

"...Well, judging from the celestial relationships, there shouldn't be any supermassive objects like black holes there."

This discovery put Roger at ease. In fact, it was in line with Roger's initial prediction. Otherwise, if there were something like a black hole in the Boötes Void, the surrounding celestial bodies would have been pulled in instead of remaining on the periphery of the void.

"Now, there's one last thing left."

Roger took a deep breath, then set up a simple altar and began to pray to Mr. Fool.

After reciting the name of the "King of Yellow and Black," Roger began to describe what he was about to do.

"...Respected Mr. 'Fool', I will be staying in the starry sky for two to three weeks to complete the Sequence 3 advancement ceremony."

"During this period, I cannot come into contact with any intelligent beings, so I may be absent from the 'Tarot Club.' Please be aware of this and please inform my colleagues at the 'Tarot Club.'"

"Praise be to you, Mr. Fool."

Shortly after Roger finished speaking, he received a reply from Mr. Fool.

"I see."

The reply came quickly this time. It seemed that Klein was also waiting for Roger to ask him for leave. As long as he replied as soon as possible, it wouldn't affect Roger's mindset when he was promoted later.

"This guy is quite thoughtful."

After reminiscing for a while, Roger enjoyed a delicious meal at the hotel and then went to the restroom before taking out "Amra's Guide".

Stroking the pure white, slender finger bones that were surrounded by a wisp of red light, Roger took a deep breath, then transformed into a concept and sped towards the starry sky.

Because it was a journey to beyond the Milky Way, Roger's flight lasted longer than any of his previous ones.

Along the way, countless starlight, galaxies, and star systems appeared to be distorted in bizarre ways. With the help of this distorted space, Roger quickly traveled through the universe on a scale measured in light-years.

During this process, Roger was able to sense some great wills in the deepest reaches of the starry sky that he had never seen or understood before, but he did not try to stop or pay attention to them. He just rushed towards his destination—the Hollow of Boötes.

After flying for a long time, Roger's materialized body reappeared in space.

"so cold……"

Cold was Roger's first feeling upon arriving at the hollow of Boötes.

Because the nearest star is tens of millions of light-years away, the cosmic space around Roger is close to absolute zero.

If Roger hadn't possessed the dual power of the "Living Star Chart" and the "Chaotic Sea," he would probably have frozen to death the moment he appeared here.

He took out a cloak from the "Original Core" and put it on. This was a "sun" pathway seal that Roger had made in advance.

The side effects of the sealed artifacts were negligible to him, and their only function was to provide warmth for himself in the dark space.

"Feeling better now..."

Roger bit his lip, then looked at the faint starlight in the far distance.

Because of the immense distance, the light emitted by the celestial bodies outside the void was extremely faint—even though they numbered in the billions, they were still almost invisible to Roger.

This strange sight surprised Roger, but after a moment's thought, he quickly realized what was going on.

After activating "Secret Insight," Roger finally saw red starlight appearing in all directions above, below, left, and right.

"really."

Roger nodded slightly and exited the state of "secret insight".

At this moment, he understood that it was because the distance was so great that the starlight outside the void showed a significant redshift.

In the terms of junior high school physics, this is the Doppler effect—the farther a wave travels during its propagation, the longer its wavelength becomes, and in the visible spectrum, long waves correspond to the red direction.

When this distance becomes large enough, the wavelength of light will gradually transition to the infrared band, making it invisible to the human eye and appearing as complete darkness in the field of vision.

At this point, Roger finally began to understand what Adam had said earlier: that an extremely dark cosmic environment could not only sever Roger's mystical connection with the outside world, but also allow his inner fears and shadows to be revealed.

In fact, at this moment, Roger already had a strange feeling, that his attention formed something like a light source in a mystical sense, while the surrounding darkness became a kind of contrasting backdrop.

Many indescribable emotions and fears also surfaced, like the deep, dark seabed suddenly lighting up, revealing the figures of the giant beasts that were originally lurking in the deep sea.

Even a single glance can evoke a bone-chilling fear. Most importantly, these fears are incomprehensible and unknowable, and therefore cannot be truly overcome or transcended.

However, given the current situation, Adam had already given Roger some instructions beforehand, so he remained calm and instead summoned a mass of flesh and blood.

Because Roger now possesses a portion of the power of the "Chaos Sea" tributary, even though the flesh and blood were not frozen immediately, but instead began to reshape themselves under Roger's command, it transformed into a chair in a short time.

Roger manipulated gravity to pull himself onto the chair, and then used the changes in his flesh and blood to bind his hands and feet to it, maintaining the seated posture.

"That way, I can sleep peacefully."

Roger took a deep breath, and the next second, he closed his eyes.

When Roger opened his eyes again, he was standing on a white island.

Surrounding this island is an endless black ocean, and the seawater is crashing against the shore in waves, making the sound of the tides.

Even the sky was pitch black, and Roger could hardly see any starlight. This scene was very similar to Roger's current situation.

"An island of self-awareness?"

Roger looked at the dark sea around him and suddenly had a realization.

In fact, this is very abnormal.

Because this kind of psychological island, where the rest of the area is pitch black except for the island under one's feet, generally only appears in the depths of the consciousness of people who have almost no understanding of their own inner selves.

If the white islands correspond to self-awareness, then the surrounding black sea and night sky correspond to the deep and invisible subconscious. Only when a person gains a deeper understanding of their repressed inner feelings and various forgotten memories will the dark parts be gradually illuminated, and the islands will expand accordingly.

But for Roger, who had already received a considerable amount of education in the subject, the situation was completely wrong—because he was not ignorant of the information deep within the mind, so such an extremely dark environment should not exist.

At the very least, there should be some stars in the sky, or something visible on the sea, but Roger could see nothing at all, only the white island beneath his feet and the pure black ocean all around.

"Just like Adam said..."

Roger calmly sat down on the island and began to think about the current situation.

In fact, this seemingly strange scene is actually quite reasonable—because the external environment Roger is currently in has been reflected in his mind through his cognitive function. The darkness of the sky and the sea not only corresponds to the fact that Roger's relationship with the people he knows has been completely severed, but also means that Roger's current fate is in a state of isolation.

Only under such circumstances could Roger's mind be pushed to its limit—and if nothing unexpected happened, what he feared would soon surface.

This was also one of the considerations Adam had in elevating Roger to the position of "Dream Weaver"—for saints in the spiritual realm, fear is not something indescribable. On the contrary, because they can materialize the relationship between the subconscious and the conscious through specific images, they can clearly see through symbols what exactly they are fearing.

The sea breeze blew, and the waves surged. Roger brewed himself a pot of hot tea, sipping it while quietly listening to the tides and feeling the changes in his surroundings.

Several hours later, Roger finally heard a girl's voice coming from somewhere on the island.

"help me……"

"help me……"

Upon hearing this voice, Roger's previously calm and relaxed body suddenly tensed up, his pupils began to tremble violently, and even his breathing became heavy.

This voice is a secret buried deep in Roger's soul, and one of the people he misses day and night.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked in the direction from which the sound came, only to see a woman lying on the beach there, wearing a beige dress and with slightly curly long hair.

At this moment, the woman was lying on the ground, barefoot, her clothes and hair completely soaked by the seawater, clinging tightly to her very pale skin.

"Luo Shan?"

Roger tried to call out a name, the name of his sister from before he traveled through time.

"elder brother……"

The girl moved her hand twice, then murmured something.

Having received a response, Roger finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up tremblingly and walked towards Rosanne.

At first he staggered as he walked, but then he started running.

He ran faster and faster, and under the boundless night, Roger could hear his own heartbeat and his own breathing.

He could also feel the flow of his blood—because of running and excitement, his blood was flowing faster than usual.

Finally, Roger ran to Rosanne's side, and with trembling hands pulled her onto the dry ground, then turned her over.

"Still breathing..."

Roger stared at Rosanne's face, which was closed and almost bloodless, and reached out to touch her nose and mouth, where he felt a faint breath.

"It must have been in the sea for too long, causing some hypothermia, and a lung infection cannot be ruled out."

Roger made a quick decision. He picked up Rosie and ran back to the stove where he was brewing tea, placing her beside him.

At the same time, he used his flesh magic to wrap Rosanne's hands, feet, and neck to maintain her body temperature.

After doing all this, Roger took out a bottle of potion from his bag—a potion prepared by Emlyn that could quickly restore bodily functions, and also had the effect of clearing inflammation and viruses.

"Little sister, take your medicine."

Roger helped Rosanne sit up, then pried open her mouth and poured the medicine down her throat little by little.

Seemingly hearing Roger's voice, Rosanne instinctively swallowed the medicine in small sips.

After a while, she suddenly started coughing violently. Roger patted her back until she vomited up some excrement mixed with seawater, and her complexion gradually returned to normal.

"elder brother……"

"never mind."

Roger breathed a long sigh of relief. He pulled his sister, whose eyes were red, into his arms, patted her back, and comforted her for a while before looking at Rosanne's face.

That face bore at least a five-point resemblance to Roger's previous life—a typical Chinese face, with slightly curly hair, dark brown eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and a few freckles on his cheeks.

This was clearly an ordinary girl in her early twenties, and also Roger's familiar sister, Roxanne.

"Go ahead."

Roger took a deep breath and asked:
"In the end what happened?"

(End of this chapter)