Alka sat quietly in his room with his eyes closed.
Sweat kept dripping from his cheeks, but he could see that the magic power around him was like a vortex, and Alka himself was the center of the vortex.
The spiral magic power merged into his body.
The Dream Catcher also surrounded him, and a faint pink mist surged during the flight, dragging a long trail of pink mist.
As the vortex of magic power became more and more exaggerated, a certain vacuum of magic power appeared around Alka, causing the dark elements to be squeezed out.
The vacuum only appeared for a moment, and then the magic power was filled again.
The previous magic power was finally completely absorbed into Alka's body, which contributed to his promotion.
Only then did Alka open his eyes and exhaled fiercely.
A circular drop appeared again on the outermost part of his body, and magic power slowly flowed in it.
He officially reached the strength of the triple helix.
The three spiral drops overlapped in his body, absorbing the surrounding magic power to strengthen his physique.
Looking at the dream catcher floating in front of him, he controlled the crystal ball and slowly floated it towards his chest until it began to sink into his skin.
But until the end, the dream catcher did not completely enter the body, but left a semicircular glass body about the size of a thumb in the middle of the chest.
Looking closely, you can also see a trace of pink mist floating inside the semicircular crystal.
Alka raised his hands.
Looking at the mist surging from his hands, he now officially mastered the dream catcher.
Being able to accommodate the dream catcher in his body, he didn't have to keep it outside at all times.
However, when he really needed to use the dream catcher, he still needed to release the crystal ball to use it. His physique could not withstand the energy impact when the dream catcher was used.
However, he didn't need to call it out when he used the pink mist to make people sleep.
With the increase of physique, he might be able to withstand more impact.
It feels like there is no big change after upgrading to the triple spiral.
Since it is the first stage, the core spell has not changed.
With one more spiral, there are not many changes except for the normal changes that will happen every time you advance, such as physical enhancement, more magic power, and more powerful spells.
Well, there is also one more place to hang spells.
Each spiral can hang a less powerful spell to keep it in effect.
The two spirals in front have already been hung with mental protection and dark vision.
I haven't thought about what to hang on this empty one, so I'll just leave it empty.
After all, this kind of place can only hang those that need to be maintained for a long time and are not powerful.
Most of them are functional spells.
This kind of functional spell is generally used according to the environment, so there is nothing to hang for the time being.
Immersing his body and mind in the dream, Alka began to test whether the Dream Catcher has provided any new abilities or whether any original functions have been strengthened.
He came to his dream bubble again. At
this time, some cracks can still be clearly seen around the bubble.
These are all caused by the damage caused by Alka's dream body dying in reality.
He had died twice for the experiment before, and there were a lot of cracks at that time. After this period of rest, it was much better.
Although there were still many cracks around the bubble.
When these cracks were completely repaired, it meant that the damage to Alka's dream body instead of death had been relieved.
Alka waved his hand in the dream.
The surroundings changed again, and various things he had seen or touched appeared.
There was no change, and it was still the same as before.
Alka floated out of the bubble again and came to the dream world outside.
There was a change.
As soon as he came out of the bubble, Alka felt a more obvious change.
He seemed to be able to distinguish the direction in the dream, or something like coordinates.
And he also felt a vague connection. What is it? He can be sure that there was no such connection before, but now it seems that because he has fully mastered the dream catcher, his senses in the dream have been strengthened. Following this connection, Alka began to float away through the layers of rainbow-colored mist.
Anyway, the death of the dream body in the dream is at most a nightmare, and waking up will not cause any harm.
So Alka's exploration was quite bold.
Following the connection, Alka flew until he finally came to a space wrapped in fog, looking at the two overlapping bubbles in front of him.
This was outside the dream of others.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Alka frowned.
Is there such a dream?
A bubble represents a person's dream, and there are two bubbles in front of him, half of which overlap each other.
What does this mean?
One person has two dreams? Or are the two people too close, so the dreams are entangled.
Alka couldn't think of what the situation was.
He flew down and came to the outside of the bubble.
He stuck his head into the bubble and checked the situation inside.
When he saw the situation inside, Alka was surprised.
The environment inside was not somewhere else.
It was the Golden Wheat Island, and the house was where he used to live on the island. It was too familiar.
Is this the dream of the residents of which island?
At this time, the house where he used to live was pushed open, and Alka looked down from high in the sky.
When he saw this figure, Alka frowned, and an unknown anger rose in his heart.
But he calmed down after a while. There was no point in being angry now.
The figure was his father, Sivers.
At this time, Sifos was dressed like a farmer on the island, without any difference.
Just as Alka remembered, he went to his wheat field to work and rest.
But after a while, his behavior became problematic.
He stood up and patted the dust off his body, then waved his hand, and a hammer appeared in his hand.
He came to the junction of two bubbles.
He smiled and waved at the other side of the bubble, saying something with a fake smile on his face, as if inviting the person on the other side to come over.
Another bubble, someone else's dream? Who could it be over there?
Alka moved in the sky and looked at another bubble.
This bubble was surrounded by the ocean, and a huge three-masted sailing ship was docked at the junction of the bubbles.
The appearance of the entire sailing ship looked unusually fancy, but it could also be seen that it was a spell ship.
The surface of the ship and the canvas had a lot of playing card elements, and the person who was communicating with his father on the other side at the border was a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair.
Looking at this middle-aged man, Alka's eyes widened.
He remembered this person's face and the swallowtail suit he was wearing now.
He had seen it before.
It was the portrait hanging in the center of his living room. Although his face had become younger, Alka was sure that he was not mistaken. It was Jack in the picture.
Jack, the "magician" who should have died 200 years ago and left behind Jack's magic treasure.
Alka's brain was working frantically. Countless known information was rapidly combining and rotating in his mind, and various answers kept emerging in his mind.
He seemed to have grasped the thread, but he could not determine the answer yet. He would observe quietly for a while longer.
Watching Jack enter another bubble, Alka immediately floated over.
On the other side.
After his father dragged Jack over, he picked up the hammer in his hand and beat Jack madly.
Looking at the crazy and furious expression on his face, you can tell that he was venting his emotions madly.
And while beating, he was still insulting something.
Alka just watched.
Watching Jack trying to resist, he was tied up tightly by chains that stretched out from nowhere.
Then he continued to be beaten, mercilessly, as bloody and painful as possible.
After all, this place was his father's dream, under his control.
But he was able to control his dream so freely. Judging from his behavior just now, he must have woken up from his dream and was able to move freely. Jack, who was deceived by him, obviously didn't have any. Whether he was deceived or showed his ignorance, he was ignorant. He
just watched his father beat Jack to death.
Listening to the curses from his father's mouth, he extracted useful information.
Looking at the bubble next to him, it broke directly, leaving only his father's dream bubble.
Looking at the body disappearing in front of him, Sivers spat fiercely on the ground where the body disappeared.
The blood around him, the hammer in his hand, and the blood all over his body were not cleaned up, and he just sat on the ground.
He was still cursing.
This reckless look was completely consistent with Alka's memory.
Unless in front of his mother, his father always looked like this in other ghost places.
This is why Aunt Marcy hates him. His external performance makes her feel that he is also very bad to his wife.
In fact, it is just the opposite.
He was eaten to death by his mother.
Alka, who figured out something, moved a little closer. He wanted to listen to what his father was cursing now.
"Sleep, sleep your mother... You bastard... Every time you sleep, you should be like a nightmare, being..."
Hearing his father's foul language, cursing Jack who had just been beaten to death by him.
He almost knew what happened between them.
Jack might not be dead at all. The reason why his father suddenly betrayed him was probably because of this Jack.
Think about it again, his father's way of fighting is to use cards and canes with various spells printed on them.
It is very likely that it is not because he has inherited Jack's legacy, but because Jack is controlling his body.
And his father is definitely awake in the dream.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but float down.
Sivers looked at the figure that suddenly floated down from the air, and looked at the face of the figure.
He stood up vigilantly, took a few steps back, and looked around.
Then he waved his hand.
A large number of rock-shaking cannons immediately appeared around him, facing Alka, and the surrounding environment changed.
Seeing that his dream was still under his control, he frowned and stared at Alka.
"Jack? You bastard, have you finally learned to act in your dreams?"
"No, no."
He muttered, as if denying his own words.
His figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the bubble, and he stuck his head out, but he couldn't stick it out at all, and was knocked back.
This seemed to confirm something for him?
He squinted his eyes and came in front of Alka.
"Alka?"
Alka looked at him and nodded slightly.
"Is it really you?"
His expression became pleasantly surprised, and then suddenly became furious, rushing over aggressively.
He opened his mouth and cursed: "You little bastard, why the hell did you want to become a toucher, why don't you stay on the island honestly?"
"You have to be a treasure hunter? I shouldn't have let you play the treasure hunter game when you were a child. If I had known this, I should have beaten you up so hard that you couldn't even get out of bed."
"..."
Listening to his father's curse, Alka took a few steps back and stopped where he was, without interrupting him.
This is also the process of collecting information.
And through the tone of the scolding, some of the sentences mixed in it, and some of his habits, it was almost completely consistent with his memory.
This made Alka completely sure that the man in front of him was the father of the original body.
He waited quietly until he was tired of scolding.
"Huff..." After a long time, he panted and sat on the ground.
Looking at Alka in front of him, he asked: "How did you enter the dream and come here... Well, it doesn't matter."
"Listen to me, don't face Jack, that bastard. I know you want to save your captain. Is that your father-in-law? His daughter's appearance, I was able to see it when Jack controlled the body. It was really good. You have a good eye..."
Looking at his father, he went off the topic while chatting, and Alka stared at him silently.
"Okay, okay, where was I talking about, right... You want to save that Andre, I will seize control of the body on the day of harvest. Try your best to release that man, don't you have a fisherman on your boat? Just let him come to pick you up..."
"Oh, by the way, we have a big-headed fish man here."
"It's a hammerhead shark man." Alka corrected quietly.
The air was quiet for a moment.
"Don't I know? You bastard, I want you to correct me, don't interrupt me when I'm talking!"
"This hammerhead shark man..."
Listening quietly to his father conveying information for him.
After listening to him, Alka said, "I don't want to escape, I want to kill you."
"Huh?"
"No, I mean to kill Jack."
"Huh."
Sivers nodded, looking at Alka quietly, and the meaning was very clear to give a reason.
"I have mastered a treasure, and my strength has reached the triple helix, and I have already joined the church, they will act with me."
His meaning was very clear, that is, to express the basic conditions for him to achieve his goal, and want Sivers to give more information.
Listening to Alka's words, Sivers put his hands together, put them on his head and began to think.
After a long while, he raised his head and stared at Alka deeply.
"You have grown up, but it still won't work, because you will die."
"What do you mean?"
Alka seemed to have thought of something as soon as he finished speaking. He raised his left arm and looked at the chain on the inside of his left arm.
"You are worthy of being my son. Yes, it is this one you see."
"That damn bastard, he carved this chain on your hand before he left. It has two functions."
"First, it allows him to take over your body smoothly and occupy your body perfectly. This comes from a kind of spell secret method, and it was carved by him with a treasure at that time."
"Second, it can save your life. If he suffers fatal damage, he will pass the damage to you, and you will bear it for him."
"So do you understand? You can't do anything to him, unless you can find a way to remove this chain, or you can find a way to make yourself immortal."
"Otherwise..."
Hearing his father's words, Alka looked at his arm.
This chain was actually carved with a treasure?
It can also save his life for him. Lucilia really said it right.
Alka frowned, thought about it and said, "Maybe it's not that bad. My treasure may be able to resist this death."
Looking at his father.
"Don't worry, that bastard is a waste in the dream. The dream has been controlled by me, so I can fight him until now."
He easily understood what Alka wanted to express.
Alka nodded and told others about this ability of the fake body.
Sivers frowned, thought for a while and said, "You can give it a try. I'll tell you a curse. Keep it in mind and try it out when you go back."
"The principle of this curse is essentially the same as the chain on your hand. It's just much weaker in comparison. But if your fake body can bear it, then it can definitely bear the curse of the chain."
Sivers handed the elements and methods of the curse to Alka.
"Now, I have to tell you everything, including his abilities, and the configuration and strength of those people on the ship."
"Don't come again after that. When the curse can be borne, then you can keep the appointment. I know what to do.
If you don't keep the appointment, it means that the curse cannot be replaced, so don't come."
"I will persist until the moment you really face Jack."
Alka nodded. He could understand his father's worries.
"And what follows, you must remember it firmly, it's all about the treasure of that bastard Jack.
His treasure doesn't really have much advantage in frontal combat, it's more used to develop power and expand power."
"That's why he hides it like this."