Super Righteous Player
Chapter 413 - 410 The Dream-Entering Secret Medicine_1

Chapter 413: Chapter 410 The Dream-Entering Secret Medicine_1

"...What have you two been up to?"

Salvatore appeared bewildered.

He was wearing a white lab coat that wasn’t buttoned up, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Having just come out of Geraint’s basement, he was wandering around Geraint’s house, intending to find Nolan or Eugene to report the recent situation. However, as soon as he got to the corridor near the mirror gallery, he happened to see Annan and Kafney entering through the back door together.

Their attire was indeed quite formal.

Annan had changed into a new tailcoat imported from the United Kingdom that Paper Princess had bought for him, while Kafney had rarely taken off her everyday dark-colored dress, donning a white and purple dress with a cinched waist and a hemline like that of a dwarf morning glory, even wearing long, white, silk lace gloves.

If it were a different set of clothes, Salvatore might think they were going out on a date.

But wasn’t that way too formal?

"Could it be that you’ve been to see the King?"

Salvatore asked, somewhat surprised.

It seemed that they really did see him?

But he had clearly heard that Henry VIII was so ill he was confined to his bed... and because of this, the state affairs had basically begun to be taken over by Crown Princess Elizabeth.

"You seem quite surprised," Annan remarked with the corners of his mouth turned up. "I’m of the Winter family, and Kafney is a princess. Isn’t it normal for us to be able to see the King?"

"No, it’s just..."

Salvatore furrowed his brows slightly, murmuring in a low voice, "I was just wondering if Henry VIII is actually feigning illness?"

Hearing this, Annan and Kafney exchanged a glance.

Annan asked quietly, "Why would you say that?"

Salvatore scratched his fluffy, somewhat dry and dull brown curls, pondering seriously, "My concern is that if the King were truly gravely ill, he would not let you, Annan, as a foreign heir, come near him.

"Not because His Majesty fears any malice from you, Annan—it’s to avoid giving anyone an excuse to start a war.

"If His Majesty were to die shortly after your departure, whether from illness or age... as long as someone mentions that you had seen him, it would certainly arouse the suspicions and conjectures of others. Whether or not you really did anything to His Majesty can’t be proven just by having Princess Kafney speak for you.

"If they bribe the guards, or even if Philip and Princess Elizabeth personally step in to tarnish your reputation, you will be unable to clear your name. And this would merely serve as a weapon for the malicious, eventually leading to civil strife in Noah..."

From the standpoint of Noah’s continuity, Henry VIII would definitely avoid this situation.

— Unless he knew from the start that he was not going to die soon. And those in the know would certainly not be just one person.

"Perhaps, they’re feigning illness for some purpose... like fishing?"

"You’re pretty sharp..."

Annan smacked his lips.

Salvatore might not be as capable as "the other him," but clearly, his mind was still quite functional.

Although he was wrong about the most critical point—Henry VIII simply didn’t care about Noah. But that was a problem with Salvatore’s intelligence.

Disregarding that lapse in intelligence, he had pretty much guessed everything else.

"Alright, alright, if it’s inconvenient to tell me, then just say so."

Salvatore clapped his hands in dissatisfaction after seeing the silent communication between Annan and Kafney.

He placed his left hand on his hip and pulled a bottle of medicine from his pocket with his right hand, handing it to Annan.

"Here—this is ready as well."

"What is this medicine?"

Annan took the medicine with curiosity.

Then, a screen immediately appeared in front of him:

[Salvatore Faction - Dream Entering Elixir]

[Type: Consumable/Ritual Material (Gold)]

[Description: Crafted from the curses contained within the souls of eleven bronze-tier individuals, fifty-one silver-tier individuals, one gold-tier individual, and using the brain of Denton, the Dream Stealer, as the curse material, refined using the technique invented by Benjamin—a total of sixty-three pills]

[Effect: Taking at least one tablet before sleep will cause the user to enter a special Twisted Tier nightmare that possesses the unusual property of "Phantom Dream"; each tablet may also be used to exempt oneself from death once, and after the effect of the medicine fully dissipates, the user will wake up from the nightmare]

"I made some improvements to the teacher’s technique... I call it the Dream-Entering Elixir."

While Annan was looking down at the panel, Salvatore explained with self-satisfaction: "I was thinking since this nightmare is crafted by me, rather than formed naturally... why couldn’t I tamper with it?

"By entering the dream through the potion I invented, you will be automatically ejected upon death. Although the souls of the Transcendents have not been collected, the marks from their curses still remain... I can use these marks to deceive the nightmare’s mechanisms, substituting the ’non-existent replacement puppet’ for the purifier of the nightmare, to cleanse this dream."

"This idea is truly ingenious."

Annan couldn’t help but praise from the bottom of his heart.

Isn’t this probably the first nightmare in this world that has a ’safety mechanism’?

It’s not that it couldn’t be done... but no alchemists ever wanted to do it.

After all, for ordinary Transcendents, because they can’t easily reduce their Erosion, they can’t treat nightmares as instances to be farmed casually like Annan and the players can.

For them, nightmares are more like a ’natural disaster’.

Only a very few who are in urgent need of power will actively seek out nightmares for self-improvement.

The ones who really need to purify nightmares and consider it their duty are only the clergy.

Why would an alchemist think about helping the clergy?

They can’t even complete their own work and missions, having no energy for that—and with their arrogance, they naturally wouldn’t consider the need to do so.

After all, the status of alchemists and clergy has been completely different since ancient times...

Even Salvatore’s thoughts, I fear, were not for making the purification of nightmares safer for the clergy... but for helping Annan.

"Because you know as well, Annan. We don’t have Denton’s soul here... and without a soul as the cornerstone, we cannot pluck historical projections from the realm of dreams to form nightmares."

Salvatore said earnestly: "So, I made a setting here—

"I used the ’Mirror Ritual’ to turn this nightmare into a mirror mode. That is, it doesn’t forcefully set the contents of the nightmare but uses the soul of the medicine taker as the cornerstone of the nightmare; then, with these curses and the Elemental Power involved from Denton’s skull, to act as a primer."

"...In other words."

After pondering for a moment, Annan spoke slowly: "Are you saying that if I take these drugs, what I will enter is... my own nightmare?"

"Right, it’s as if you are the Dream Key to this nightmare yourself. And if you give the drug to someone else, the nightmare they witness will be different from yours... but because the technology for separation is not very perfected in the short term, you may accidentally stream into someone else’s nightmare."

Salvatore warned earnestly: "So this is a composite nightmare—like a gallery. Its difficulty will be higher than a normal Twisted Tier nightmare.

"And your advantage is... the nightmares you see will definitely be things you have experienced before; but the real difficulty comes from this—as the remnants of consciousness from other people’s curses are involved, the events will surely turn in a direction completely different from the actual history. You might even occasionally fall into someone else’s nightmare and quickly come back.

"You must at this point, cast away the inertia of thought that has already formed, to be able to walk out of the nightmare.

"This nightmare won’t cut away your memory like the gallery, but while the details of each entry might differ... therefore, I suggest that you take at least three tablets every time, so you have three chances to restart.

"But don’t take more than five, as that would put too much pressure on the heart, and might affect your body. Although it’s not like I can’t treat you, but still... it’s better to be cautious."

...Past memories turned into nightmares, huh?

But I have absolutely no memory of Annan Winter’s past.

In this case, can the realm of dreams still induce a normal nightmare?

And if I am the one to carry it out—will I do better than the "Annan" from before?

Annan didn’t ponder too long.

"I understand."

Annan nodded, looked Salvatore in the eyes, and answered seriously: "I will take the medicine tonight."

Kafney, a little worried, held Annan’s hand: "Shall I accompany you...?"

"No, forget it. I’ll do it myself."

Annan immediately refused Kafney.

His younger self, and Kafney’s younger self, are really not the same concept...

But... Annan’s nightmare, huh?

What could it be?

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