The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

Consciousness slowly recovers from its depravity.

Morian slowly opened his eyes, a brief sense of disorientation instantly enveloping him.

Looking around, he saw one of his greatest secrets, the mysterious and awe-inspiring containment space.

"This is a containment space?! In my last memory, I seem to be..." Morian rubbed his still-dazed head, recalling his previous experiences.

Soon, familiar scenes began to appear one after another.

In the dream world, I was indeed on the verge of death, but just as I was about to lose consciousness... I grabbed a hand?

Morian thought it over carefully and confirmed that this was not some kind of illusion, but that he had indeed grasped the hand of that faceless phantom.

After that, he seemed to have briefly merged with the incarnation of "Grey Heaven," thereby gaining some of its power, or rather, some of its authority.

As I continued to recall, the truth became clearer and clearer.

Morian suddenly remembered that after killing the commander, he immediately took Eric and the other two away from the scene and teleported to the port of the Kingdom of Arcandia.

"It seems that avatar was indeed some kind of high-level being... actually saving me in that situation."

Morian murmured something and turned his gaze toward the gray gate not far away.

The similar-looking phantom still stood silently beside the gray gate, as if none of this had ever happened.

The only difference is that its appearance seems to have undergone a subtle change.

Although he didn't know why he was able to briefly merge with the avatar of "Grey Paradise," or why it, which had been motionless all along, was offering help, his immediate priority was to return to the real world and check the situation.

Morian looked down at his hands, checked his body again to see if he was alright, and after finding nothing wrong, he got up and prepared to leave the space.

In that instant, he sensed something subtle.

First, there was the change brought about by the ability. After killing Levim, the opponent's ability characteristics were also successfully extracted.

That ability automatically combined with the ability originally belonging to the "psychologist" and completed its "evolution".

The evolved name is "Dreamer".

Using this ability, he can alter certain substances or abstract concepts in battle through his imagination.

For example, it can turn incoming bullets into tiny pebbles, or turn an enemy's defensive shield into easily torn planks.

These are just the most basic uses; more flexible applications can be adapted to the course of battle.

While evolving, it also retains its original ability to penetrate the inner world, which is a purely positive benefit.

Moreover, in addition to the new abilities he gained, Morian also felt that his power bottleneck seemed to be loosening.

...Was this an enhancement resulting from the brief fusion with that phantom, or a natural breakthrough after killing Levim?

"I'll have to find some time later to look for a path to further advancement," Morian sighed, temporarily suppressing his desire to investigate.

He had a slight thought and wanted to leave this space by performing the ritual of walking seven steps in reverse, as he always did.

However, the moment this thought arose, the surrounding scenery immediately began to blur and then become distorted.

Without any ceremony, merely having the thought of leaving, they smoothly returned to the real world.

The next moment, the cold, damp smell of earth filled my nostrils, and the night breeze brushed against my face.

Feeling the coolness, Morian suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was standing on a grassy field, and there was no one around.

This is clearly a wilderness, some distance from the city of Bet.

The key question is, how did I end up here... Morian gave a bitter smile, having completely lost the latter part of his memory.

However, my connection with the containment space seems to have deepened. I no longer need to rely on fixed steps; I can enter and exit at will simply by thinking, which is much more convenient.

Fortunately, from here you can vaguely see the direction of Bet City, with its dim light illuminated by numerous gas lamps.

After quickly regaining his composure, Morian took a deep breath and strode off toward the city of Bet.

He made it back to his office on Slan Street before midnight, unlocked the door with the spare key, and locked it from the inside.

After taking a nice hot shower and changing into clean clothes, Morian sat in the living room and slowly sorted out his thoughts.

First of all, Eric and his companion should be safe now. Although we don't know their exact location, Paul will definitely have arrangements made for them.

What I'm concerned about is the aftermath of the White Rose Palace. The royal family must have undergone considerable changes by now, though those details are currently unknown.

It would be best to first check on Charlotte's situation and deal with the risk of his own identity being exposed.

……

As dawn broke, Morian went out again.

This time, he specially changed into a low-key outfit, took off the human skin mask he had been wearing for a long time, and came to the neighborhood near the White Rose Palace to look out into the distance.

The White Rose Palace remained calm after the turmoil. The ceremonial platform in the center of the square had been dismantled, and even the damaged paving stones and all the buildings were now brand new, making one marvel at their efficiency.

After taking a detour, Morian arrived at another, quieter neighborhood and knocked on the door of a three-story house.

Less than half a minute later, Charlotte, dressed simply, hurriedly opened the door. When she saw the person who nodded slightly, her bright green eyes lit up instantly, her joy almost overflowing.

"Mr. Morian, it's so good to see you're alright, because I haven't been able to find you for the past few days." She said sincerely, looked you over for a moment, and then stepped aside to make way for you.

"I'm sorry to have worried you," Morian replied with a smile, explaining calmly, "There were some unexpected issues on the day of the ceremony, and I spent some time dealing with the aftermath."

This reason was clearly insufficient, but Charlotte was clever enough to sense the reservation in it, so she temporarily suppressed her doubts.

After entering the living room, Morian sat down on a sofa opposite him and asked in a slightly quicker tone:

"What was the royal family's decision regarding the incident after that day?"

"Well... the royal family quickly revealed some of the truth, punished the second prince and others, and announced three policies that would benefit the people," Charlotte replied calmly.

"Most importantly, they do not intend to hold His Highness Eric and Miss Laurent accountable."

Hearing these words, Morian nodded slightly:

"It's a wise choice. As long as the benefits are sufficient, the storm surrounding this matter will soon pass."

These measures all demonstrate the current king's mature approach, being both effective and swift.