Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 208 (Second Hundred and Seventh Chapter): The Mental Field, Stars and Moon Hang High, Order to File a Lawsuit
Every night, the lighthouse beams on the beach circle in the darkness.

The mage on the third floor sat cross-legged on a soft cushion, closed his eyes and meditated, focusing his attention on his mind. Under the protective shell of his mental barrier, the radiant runes of his original name emerged from the chaos of his thoughts.

As the profession level increases, the radiance of the spell becomes increasingly bright and dazzling, not only increasing significantly in quantity but also undergoing further qualitative changes.

The rune of his name, like a bronze moon hanging in the mid-sky, emitted magical power that illuminated his previously dark and gloomy mind. When the light appeared, darkness was retroactively reconstructed. Previously, there was always a dark realm in the mage's mind that was beyond the reach of magical power, but now, the radiance suddenly began to reflect on the inner mirror of the mental barrier, illuminating the entire mind.

Lin Bo closed his eyes, and once he began to focus on thinking, a bright and clear mental field would appear before him.

Every thought of his was born in this mental world, transforming into fleeting shadows like flying insects, jellyfish, and electric arcs, appearing in an instant and disappearing in another.

His still clear memories can be reconstructed here. Plants, trees, mountains, seas, cities, villages, people, wild animals, books, picture books—all the scenery appears vividly, only to vanish like bubbles as his thoughts turn.

But some scenes have not faded away. The true names of all things in memory appear one by one in this spiritual field: steel, waves, wind, parrots... Hundreds of runes hang high like hundreds of constellations, and the dazzling stars surround the bronze moon.

The wind from the land howled into the lighthouse's small window and into the night watchman's ears. As it whispered in the mage's ear, Lin Bo saw the constellation "True Name of the Wind" light up in his mind.

The sound of waves crashing in the wind, the wooden lattice windows striking the brick walls, the feel of clothing fibers on the skin, the smell of lubricating oil on the nose, and the lingering sweetness of fruits and vegetables on the tongue.

Everything whose true name he knows appears within his senses will illuminate the corresponding rune constellation in his mind.

Never before had anything in the outside world resonated so deeply with his spiritual dimension. It was as if his mind was a projection of the universe's ideas.

Lin Bo opened his eyes, got up, went to the study on the second floor, and found the little seagull teasing the peregrine falcon.

He picked up the little creature, held it in his palm, observed its shape, and felt its body structure.

"Gah?" The little king didn't understand, but he obediently squatted in the mage's palm and tilted his head at him.

The image of the seagull appeared in Lin Bo's mind, exactly like the living little king before him. Not only were their shapes, weights, temperatures, and smells the same, but their expressions and movements were also synchronized.

The night watchman knew his seagulls all too well; he remembered every single moment of the little seagull.

Lin Bo lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze half-closed, his attention focused on the image of the seagull in his mind, and he murmured softly, "(Incantation) Speak your true name."

The heavy animistic language struck the air like bells and drums.

The little king's body was stiff and motionless, like a frog frozen in winter, a duck soaked by rain, or a chick frightened by thunder.

It was suppressed by the power of words, forced to lose its voice, and left only with silence.

In Lin Bo's mind, the bronze moon hanging in the air seemed to be struck by a dark thunderbolt, hitting the image of the seagull in his memory. Its entire distinct outline was gradually covered and swallowed by a layer of shadow.

At this moment, Lin Bo forgot the image of the seagull and lost the concept of this creature. To him, the seagull was like a new species that had not yet been discovered, and he knew nothing about it.

The new trait of the Lv9 True Name Mage, "Command to Sue," works like this: when Lin Bo utters a command, he can forcibly create a deep silence, silencing the thing being commanded, and at the same time, he will lose all memory and understanding of it.

—Only words give rise to silence, and only silence becomes language. Lin Bo still held the bird in his palm.

He observed the novel animal, sensing its shape and structure, and was quite surprised by the plasma engine, metal neurons, third eye, and camouflage bacteria on its surface. He had no idea that these were all his creations.

The young king trembled slightly in his passive silence, struggling to break free from the mental and physical shackles created by the power of words.

Its vocal cords trembled slightly, emitting a soft chirping sound, "Good human... help me, I can't move... I'm so scared..."

A glimmer of light appeared in the memory that had been shrouded in shadow in Lin Bo's mind, vaguely forming a true name rune that echoed the little king's voice.

Lin Bo had completely forgotten about it, but with the guidance of this light, he noticed the suppressed memories in his mind.

The seagulls kept murmuring, and the monk sank into meditation, descending into his own spiritual field. The bronze moon talisman culture suspended in the air became his body. Lin Bo floated down in front of the shadow that enveloped the seagulls' memories, reached out and reached into it, passing through the silence, and grasped that glimmering light.

The next instant, he tore open the cocoon-like shadow, and countless lifelike seagulls suddenly flew out from it. These were every moment of the little seagull's past, from the newly hatched chick to the growth of its first feather, to stealing bread from the sea watchman's pocket, to being injured and dying, to being saved by the fungal carpet and humans, and then to several modification surgeries.

These memories soared high into the sky, transforming into countless stars that coalesced into an ancient Dorlei rune—the Seagull.

Linbo broke out of his meditation and heard the little king let out a high-pitched and triumphant cry.

"Good human, I felt so unwell just now, I couldn't move, and it was so dark all around, it really scared the seagulls!" The little creature in the palm of the hand was still shaken and quickly flew to the watchman's shoulder, nuzzling his cheek with its head. "Good human, you've always been here. Good human, you rescued the seagulls. I like good human."

The sorcerer gently stroked the little king's feathers with his fingertips and whispered, "(In magical language) It is my fault that you cannot move. I apologize to you."

The little seagull was clearly taken aback. It flapped its wings and flew to the desk, stared at the night watchman for a while, then raised its head and flapped its wings with a proud air, saying, "The seagull is like the sky, forgiving good humans."

“(In magical language) Little one, that’s wonderful.” Lin Bo smiled and combed the seagull’s feathers, and it squinted its eyes happily.

Having tried out the new job characteristics, Lin Bo had a general idea of ​​what it entailed.

Using a forced suing order carries certain risks; the forced silence created by such an order is two-way and has a profound impact on the person making the order.

If the real name cannot be obtained, a portion of the memory will be permanently lost, and time will be needed to reconstruct the relevant concepts before another attempt can be made to demand the name.

The key to success lies in finding the connection between memory and reality.

When a mage's memories are obscured and the physical entities are silenced by the power of words, the True Name Rune emerges, becoming a bridge between memory and reality.

The deeper one's understanding of something, the more solid and vivid the related memories become. Just as Limbo knew the little king intimately, the more clearly the revealed true name runes would shine and the easier they would be to find.

Lin Bo already knew how to make good use of this method.

(End of this chapter)