Archer's Adventure Manual

Chapter 170 The Eye of Flesh and Blood

Dream.

Karin acted quickly, instructing her men to enter the Dream Zone from the edge of Dream City and collect many Dream Star Points.

Loran also obtained these Dream Star Points. After roughly classifying them, he used a simple material conversion machine to create a large number of materials.

These materials, in turn, can be used to transform dream stars into dream jars.

For example, in this Dream Star Point event, Loran found a spell that looked pretty good: lightning magic.

It can create lightning strikes out of thin air, causing considerable damage to enemies.

Loran then crafted this skill into a dream jar, which allowed him to use this magic within his own dreams.

Once he can use this magic in his dreams, it's probably only a matter of time before he learns it in reality.

He can experience the real feeling and state of casting the magic, so he will learn to apply it in reality very quickly.

Of course, this is only within the scope of his ability. If it were a sword strike as unpredictable as Napoleon's, no matter how well he mastered it in his dreams, he would never be able to actually use it in reality.

Dreams can only play a supporting role in the end; it's just that Loran is able to use them more efficiently.

Loran returned to the dream world and tried casting a few lightning spells. It felt pretty good, and the adventure manual also provided hints.

"Battle Guide: You cast a spell and gained some insights."

Yes, not bad, it's good that you have some insights.

Looking at the scarecrow charred black by the electric shock in front of him, Loran fell into melancholy again. He looked at the clear sky and understood that no matter how real this place was, it was just a dream.

Even if he could master any skill without any cost, he could even become the strongest person in the world, enjoying the envious gazes of everyone and living an extremely happy and luxurious life...

But it was still a dream. Although this kind of life seemed pretty good, Loran always felt very uncomfortable... He couldn't make himself live in the dream in a consistent way.

"Survival Guide: Your suppression of the curse on the talent—Blood Eye—has loosened..."

Loran paused slightly when he saw the tip in the adventure manual, then remembered that he hadn't gone to find Priestess Elina at the church to continue his treatment.

Alina had said that she could only suppress Loran's curse, not completely cure it, so it was expected that the curse suppression would loosen now.

Loran in the dream didn't care at all. He couldn't wake up at all, and he didn't know who was controlling his body... The curse had nothing to do with him now!

Loran was about to continue practicing lightning magic when a sudden sound rang in his ears.

"Do you... crave power?"

The voice was incredibly sinister, deep, and possessed a seductive magnetism.

Loran was startled and looked back a few times, but found nothing unusual. "What the hell?"

"I'm...above your head." That sinister voice came again.

Loran was startled and looked up to find a large eye made of flesh and blood appearing above her head.

Loran was startled, took a few steps back, and threw a lightning ball at them.

However, they discovered that the lightning ball merely passed through the large, fleshy eye without causing any real damage.

"Oh, kid, don't get excited. You can't hurt me. In fact, I'm not a physical entity at all. I'm just a wisp of... consciousness existing in your mind."

Loran frowned. "Are you the one with the big eyes who cursed me?"

The large eyes hovering in mid-air blinked, neither pleased nor saddened, and said, "Yes, but you shouldn't think it's a bad thing, because you need me right now, right?"

"Oh? No, I don't need you to do anything." Loran shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

Blood and Flesh stared at Loran for a long time without saying a word; his silence seemed to be his answer.

Loran also felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward. What's going on? This isn't what he expected. Isn't this guy supposed to be an irredeemable demon? Shouldn't he be constantly being lured into gaining power? Why isn't he saying anything?

After a while, Loran cleared her throat and said calmly, "Uh, now that you mention it, I do have a little trouble that I need to resolve."

"Oh, if the little trouble you're referring to is this thing that keeps swirling in your mind and your body seems to be controlled by some unpleasant person..."

Blood and Flesh Eyes paused for a moment, then said, "Well, you have a pretty good attitude."

Loran looked at the large eyes suspiciously. "How did you know? By the way, you mentioned that unfriendly guy, do you know something about him?"

"Of course, that is a divine power. As the evil god you humans talk about, I can naturally feel such power," the Eye of Flesh said confidently.

Loran stroked his chin. "You mean, the one controlling my body is Death?"

"Yes, and not entirely. The divinity of death has influenced your personality, perhaps your subconscious personality, or perhaps one of your other personalities. In any case, that personality of yours, under the influence of death, has taken away control of your body."

"And that personality will continue to develop toward a state closer to death while it controls your body; it will try to become another Grim Reaper."

"As the Grim Reaper, I am naturally happy to cultivate such a devout believer, and my divine power will be greatly utilized. So you are very strong now, but this is not the real you."

The eyes of flesh and blood explained things in an orderly manner.

Loran pursed his lips. "I'll take your word for it, since it does make some sense. But you said you could help me, and since that Grim Reaper is in so much danger, why should I trust an evil god like you?"

The Eye of Flesh seemed quite confident, and said calmly, "It's simple. Because you have no other choice. I can help you regain control of your body and suppress the Grim Reaper within you. Therefore, you must also bear the price of being an evil god and do some things for me."

Loran thought of the bear goblin who exploded and died, and muttered to himself, "Both sides are shit... how can I choose?"

Loran adopted a nonchalant attitude, shrugging and saying, "Fine, rather than becoming a puppet of you, this evil god, I don't think it's so bad to let Death control me."

Seeing that Loran was already lying on the ground, the Eye of Flesh was speechless for a moment. Is this...right?

Can't you even pay this small price to regain control of your body?

The Eye of Flesh and Blood quickly intervened, saying, "I think you need to clarify things. You don't need to become my puppet. We just have a... healthy working relationship, you understand?"

"Oh, then my body could bloom at any time, just like that goblin bear," Loran said, pursing her lips.

The Eye of Flesh and Blood said helplessly, "Isn't it because you killed him that he bloomed?"