Wizard: I Have a Nightmare World

Back in the incubation room, Lynn took off his robe, brewed a cup of Bloodstained Tea, and gradually calmed his mind.

He sat down at his workbench, took the yellowed animal hide scroll from his spatial ring, and unfolded it, laying it flat on the table.

The tidal mass on the scroll gleamed softly in the light, and the lines seemed to wriggle slowly at the edge of his vision, as if they were alive. But as soon as he looked closely, they immediately came to a standstill, turning into an ordinary line drawing.

"A visualization containing the power of rules..."

Lynn muttered to himself, recalling how he felt dizzy after just three seconds of staring at the White Raven Tower, which was enough to demonstrate the extraordinary nature of this visualization.

Lynn didn't rush to meditate; instead, he took out his notebook and wrote down the Bloodvine Wizard's instructions:

Do it once in the morning and once in the evening, starting with 15 minutes. Proceed gradually and don't rush it.

After writing all this down, Lynn closed his eyes again and recalled the gray impurities he had sensed in his consciousness space.

Although the impurities were small, there were quite a few of them, like dust floating in a pool of spiritual liquid.

If they are not removed as soon as possible, they will slowly settle down and merge with the liquid spiritual energy, making them difficult to remove later.

"Let's give it a try!"

Lynn took a deep breath, stood the animal skin roll upright on the shelf in front of him, then found a cushion, spread it on the ground, and sat down cross-legged on it, his gaze falling on the tide pattern on the roll.

Following the instructions of the Bloodvine Wizard, he did not stare intently at the pattern, but instead used the corner of his eye to perceive it, gradually relaxing his mental energy and trying to establish a connection with the lines in the pattern.

At first, everything went smoothly. When his mental energy touched those lines, he felt a gentle resistance, like his fingers gliding across the surface of water.

But when he tried to construct a visualization by following the direction of those lines, a huge flow of information flooded into his mind.

Those lines contained not only visual information, but also the power of the tides, rhythm, tempo, and countless details that almost overwhelmed his consciousness in that instant.

Lynn's mental energy jolted, and his visualization was interrupted.

Opening his eyes, Lynn's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, his temples were throbbing, and a strong sense of exhaustion washed over him.

"It only lasted for less than three minutes..."

Lynn rubbed his temples, a wry smile on his face.

It seems that the Bloodvine Wizard's "step-by-step" approach was not just polite talk; this visualization is indeed not so easy to master.

But he didn't get discouraged; after resting for a while, he tried again.

This time, he deliberately slowed down the flow of his mental energy, no longer trying to construct too many lines at once, but starting with a few wavy lines at the very edge of the pattern, feeling their rhythm little by little.

This method was slightly better than the first one; he successfully constructed the outline of five wavy lines, but that was all.

When Lynn tried to integrate the sixth principle into his visualization, the power of the tide became chaotic again, causing his consciousness space to tremble violently, forcing him to interrupt and exit.

After two attempts, Lynn glanced at the time and realized that a quarter of an hour had passed.

His progress consisted of merely "touching" less than one-tenth of the lines on the scroll with his eyes.

At this rate, it would probably take him ten days to half a month to fully visualize the entire tidal pattern.

"This speed is too slow!"

"The teacher said that you can only start learning potion making if you can't even master the visualization. If you can't even master the visualization, then purification is out of the question."

Lynn frowned and stood up, pacing around the room.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he stopped and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, right, I also have Nightmare World."

"In reality, I'm afraid of damaging my mental strength and don't dare to go all out, but in the nightmare world, I can die countless times."

Thinking of this, Lynn's anxiety vanished.

He put the animal hide roll into his spatial ring, then his gaze fell on the worktable.

It was still noon, and there was still some time before midnight. He could take advantage of this time to complete the preparation of the [Breath-Freezing Potion].

To date, countless bottles of this medicine of excellent quality have been produced.

If Lynn were willing, he could hand over one of the bottles of the best quality [Breath-Coagulating Potion].

But if he did that, the reward he would receive would be much less than the reward for submitting a perfect product.

Since I can get better pay, why should I compromise myself?

So far, Lynn has been working on perfecting the quality of the [Coagulation Potion] in order to earn more rewards.

After going through the familiar process, a brand new bottle of [Coagulation Potion] was quickly prepared.

This time, the [Coagulation Potion] has an extremely thin layer of silver halo on its surface.

Compared to the silver aura of a normal, perfect quality potion, the aura of this potion is much fainter.

Lynn frowned as she looked at the medicine on the worktable in front of her.

Even though he felt the potion would reach perfect quality during the production process, it ended up being a semi-finished product with perfect quality after the entire process was completed.

"Is something wrong somewhere?"

Faced with this bottle of [Breath-Freezing Potion], Lynn was a little confused and had no choice but to put it aside for the time being.

I glanced at the time and realized it was already afternoon.

After tidying himself up a bit, Lynn went out to have dinner and then returned to the incubation room to meditate.

Now that he has reached the second-class apprentice level, he is able to absorb energy particles in his surroundings and also cast spells by constructing spell models.

Currently, Lynn doesn't have any sorcery models on hand. To obtain such a thing, he either needs to buy it, complete some academy tasks, or ask the Bloodvine Wizard for it.

Lynn could only put this aside for the time being; his primary task was to purify his mental energy and remove any impurities as soon as possible.

Time is like sand slipping through your fingers, passing by unnoticed.

Soon, midnight arrived.

As Lynn was meditating, she felt that familiar pulling sensation and knew it was time.

As the pulling sensation weakened, Lynn opened his eyes and found himself in the nightmare world.

He stretched out his hand, and the rolled-up animal skin scroll immediately materialized in his hand. When unfolded, the tidal pattern appeared exceptionally clear against the backdrop of the surrounding gray mist.

"In the nightmare world, I can make mistakes without restraint."

Lynn sat down cross-legged on the spot, placed the reel in front of him, and focused his gaze on the lines.

"Let me see how many times I have to die before I can learn from you."

He closed his eyes, and his mental energy began to follow the direction of those lines, attempting to construct the first complete visualization of the tides.

Then, his consciousness space exploded!

The feeling was like a giant rock crashing into a calm lake at an unparalleled speed from a height of 100 meters, causing the entire space of consciousness to tremble violently.

The nascent wave lines instantly became violent, surging wildly like enraged waves, tearing Lynn's mental energy to shreds.

A sharp, intense pain shot through Lynn's brain, and his consciousness went black as his body crumbled like sand in the nightmare world.

A moment later, the new body slowly took shape in the gray mist.

Lynn reopened his eyes, panting heavily.

Although the intense pain he felt just now wouldn't actually hurt him, the feeling of being on the verge of collapse still left him with lingering fear.

"Good grief, it crashed right on the first build."

Lynn licked his lips, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, a defiant light ignited within them.

"Again!"

The second time, he was more careful when constructing the lines, slowing the flow of his mental energy to one-third of its original speed, and carefully outlining each wavy line as if embroidering.

This time, he persisted for a little longer and successfully built about one-tenth of the lines, but as the lines increased, the interaction between the wavy fingers began to become more complex.

He was unable to control them simultaneously, which ultimately led to the collapse of his visualization once again.

The third time, he changed his strategy, no longer starting from the edges, but from the center of the pattern.

As a result, the lines in the central area were several times more complex than those at the edges. As soon as he touched them, his visualization collapsed without even a chance to struggle.

The fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time...

Lynn tried again and again in the nightmare world, failed again and again, and died again and again.

The excruciating pain of death piled up again and again, but he never stopped.

Each time he revived, he would review the reasons in his mind, adjust his strategy, and pounce on the tide pattern again.

After Lynn died for the nineteenth time in the Nightmare World, he was resurrected but did not rush to start a new attempt. Instead, he closed his eyes and sat quietly.

"I've found it!"

Lynn suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of realization.

"I have been trying to forcefully imitate those lines with my mental power, but the tidal visualization is not about imitation, but about conforming."

"Those lines represent the rhythm of the tides, not static shapes, but a living rhythm."

"What I need to do is not to draw them, but to make my spiritual power a part of the tide."

Lynn opened his eyes, his gaze now showing a newfound composure.

For the twentieth time, he no longer used his mental energy to deliberately construct lines, but instead relaxed his entire consciousness space, allowing his mental energy to flow freely like real water.

Then he looked at the tide pattern on the scroll, not thinking about how to draw the lines, but feeling the rhythm of the rise and fall, the ebb and flow contained in the pattern.

Gradually, Lynn's mental energy began to flow spontaneously with that rhythm, a gentle wave slowly forming in his consciousness space, then a second, a third...

The lines are no longer deliberately drawn, but emerge naturally like a real tide.

As the rhythmic surging of the tides filled his entire consciousness space, Lynn felt an unprecedented tranquility and comfort, and the lines that formed the visualization finally appeared completely in his consciousness space.

"It's done! Next, we just need to recreate this state in reality!"