Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1680 Da da da da...

Everywhere you look, a rainbow of colors spreads.

Everything in the wizarding world before him seemed to be draped in a layer of seven-colored light, dreamlike and beautiful, stretching to the horizon. Even Grimm's tricolor eyes were somewhat dazed at this moment.

Green also knew that he was being drawn from the real world of matter and energy into an illusory world.

Gradually, the surrounding True Spirit Wizards disappeared in the seven-colored light, while Green was like a drop of water, involuntarily drifting with the current amidst the distortion.

call……

The ethereal black smoke replaced the perception of elemental energy. This black smoke should be energy formed from certain negative emotions. Occasionally, when large clumps of black smoke gather together, they will form fierce and eerie ghost faces, and then they will inexplicably dissipate.

These cigarettes have the power to damage emotions, baking away the restlessness and unease that makes one forget emotions.

Green continued to sink deeper into spacetime amidst constant distortion, the density of the surrounding black smoke increasing. Green then burst into the mouth of a black smoke demon face amidst the spacetime distortion, enveloped by boundless dark negative emotions, as if it were the subconscious remnants of countless ordinary creatures from their childhood.

There is a period of time, perhaps a certain stage in life, when these creatures are violent, hateful, and misanthropic, but they eventually mature as they grow up with the rules of society and gradually become the controllers of those rules.

However, the negative emotions that these people experienced did not disappear.

They become a kind of inner demon-like energy, lurking in this illusory world. They take advantage of the weakest point in people's emotional defenses to return to the hearts of these beings in the material world, quietly sprouting and growing, attempting to replace the shell driven by social rules and behavioral education, and occupy the dominant thoughts.

I don't know how much time passed...

hum!

After a long period of negative, dark, and emotional world, Green gradually found a glimmer of light in the process of constantly distorting and sinking in spacetime.

Those were pale green ghostly flames, drifting and swaying, appearing out of thin air and disappearing just as suddenly.

Waaaaah...

Amidst the countless eerie flames, rag dolls, toys, and even some exquisitely crafted but meaningless pebbles, broken flowers and plants... drifted aimlessly, choking back sobs.

They were the joys of our childhood, but were forgotten as we grew up, disappeared in the world of matter and energy, and can only exist in the corners of our subconscious, longing for their owners to remember them one day and give them a new meaning to their existence.

However, such waiting is incredibly hopeless, as most of childhood memories will be forgotten forever.

At the feet of a faded, worn-out teddy bear, a cricket box contains a piece of paper with simple drawings of a father, mother, and child. It was meant to be a birthday gift for the father, a precious memory for the child, but the parents' divorce disrupted the gift. The box became a lifelong secret for the child, a seal, and with the passage of time and immense psychological burden, the child chose to forget it.

Waaaaah...

Inside the cricket box, the little figure was also crying. Green, in the distorted space-time, followed the little figure's sobbing and entered his mouth.

It felt like falling into a black hole with no end in sight.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

The familiar grinding sound of gears is the mechanical oscillation behind the hands of a mechanical clock.

Sure enough, as Green's tri-colored eyes cleared again, he saw a huge, illusory clock before him, its hands ticking in circles, half in the real world and half in the illusory world.

"Superconducting Time".

Green suddenly thought of some theories about the knowledge of time.

Real time is not the limit, and apparent time is not the basic moment. Everything is just a biological perception of time. For example, time seems to be exceptionally long while waiting for a date, but it flies by when you are reunited after a long separation. This is the difference in the perception of time.

Legend has it that there exists a world that influences the perception of time rules. It shortens the time of happiness and fills the time of suffering with it, thus making happiness always fleeting and pain etched deep into the heart, reminding people to cherish all that is beautiful.

"This is already a virtual world that affects the fundamental laws of the endless world, similar to the Dimensional Digestive System, the World of Ashes, and the Seven-Colored Spacetime World. Should we continue to explore further? Antonio, just how far have we stumbled upon this place?!"

Green's body was still being affected by the time-space vortex summoned by fate, twisting and sinking into a deeper illusion.

At the center of that illusory clock hand, Green spun and fell into a deeper illusory world.

Surrounded by swirling light and shadow, it seemed as if everything was revolving around him. Green quietly awaited the deeper, more illusory rules.

Gradually, the rotating light spots around him seemed to slow down, the spacetime structure was stabilizing, and everything around him gradually appeared in Green's eyes.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...

The eerie and monotonous "tap, tap, tap" sound seemed to come from beside my ears, as if someone was constantly tapping something with their fingers, telling a story, making a rhythmic "tap, tap, tap, tap" sound. It sounded so boring and tedious, but if you weren't paying attention, you would forget about these sounds.

"This! This..."

As everything in Green's eyes gradually overlapped with everything in his memory, his mouth gaped open beneath the mask of truth, his three-colored pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and after a moment of stiffness, he swallowed hard.

This is actually old Ham's home, Green's childhood home in Biselttown!

Everything here feels so familiar.

The worn-out felt quilts, the chamber pot with its legs sticking out, the kerosene lamp on the table, the wooden box under the bed, and even the stones on the earthen stove were all exactly the same.

"Traveled back in time to the wizarding world of my childhood? Impossible, impossible... absolutely impossible!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"Green is getting dressed, or we'll be late."

The familiar knocking sounded like Old Ham's. Green pushed open the wooden door in disbelief, and with a creak, he saw Old Ham sitting in the carriage, puffing on his pipe.

Old Ham glanced at Green and said casually, "Get in the car. It's foggy today, let's leave early."

Green watched quietly. This was indeed Old Ham, but he didn't seem surprised by Green's wizard attire. Or rather, he saw Green differently, as he did in his childhood.

As expected of Antonio's exploration of the edge of a dimension, the rules here are truly bizarre!

Apart from the faint "tap," "tap," "tap" sounds, everything was exactly as Green remembered, flawless.

At the same time, Green was surprised to find that the rules here had undergone a qualitative change compared to the material energy world, the illusory world, and even the dimensional gaps. Even his omnipotent soul and the face of truth had completely lost their effect here!

Showing no sign of anything amiss, Green boarded Old Ham's carriage. The clatter of the horse's hooves on the road gradually merged with the clattering sound that seemed to come from nowhere.

Smash it, smash it.

After taking a couple of puffs of his pipe, old Ham pressed his fingers down on the bowl, extinguished the flame, and carefully put it away, looking at it with great care. He glanced at Green behind the broken wooden cart and asked, "Why were you fighting again yesterday? Did they bully you?"

Uh?

Green remained silent, but old Ham seemed to have anticipated this, continuing, "You have such a bad temper. We're just ordinary commoners. How many times have I told you not to cause trouble? Life is hard enough as it is. Everyone has their own way of living. Look at us, we're responsible for taking out the garbage for the Viscount's mansion every day, and the Viscount doesn't even glance at us. Usually, that old steward bullies us, but if we don't work one day, the Viscount will definitely give him a good scolding. And look at our old horse, if we don't take good care of it and keep it happy, as long as it doesn't work, we won't have anything to eat..."

The familiar tone of voice, exactly the same, made Green, deep in thought, glanced at old Ham a few times, and then, for reasons unknown, respectfully said in a low voice, "Understood."

However, it was at this moment that Green noticed something strange.

The fog was very thick, with visibility less than five meters. The white fog floated like flowing water. Strangely, despite the thick fog, only this road had visibility of twenty or thirty meters, as if afraid of going the wrong way. This was extremely irregular!

"grandfather."

Green was quite taken aback by the sudden shout.

"I need to pee."

Old Ham glanced at Green and then stopped the carriageway: "Scatter it on the side of the road."

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The city lord's mansion, the gatekeepers, the streets of Bisel City, the banquet litter, the smiling faces of the villagers—Green even saw Raffi as a child!

Everything was so familiar, so real, except for the eerie "tap, tap" sound and the fog, which made Green feel a little heavy. He knew that the secret of this illusory spacetime rule was probably hidden in these two things.

When noon returned, the fog was still hazy, but the sky overhead was clear. Suddenly, Green said, "Grandpa, let's go take a look over the other side of the mountain."

Old Ham, happily puffing on his pipe, replied, "The sun is about to set. What's the point of going over there? I heard that road was blocked by rocks a few days ago, and even carriages can't get through. Let's go back and rest."

"No, I want to go play!"

Green then acted like a child, pouting and whining at old Ham.

Green could no longer activate the omnipotent soul within him; in other words, Green had completely become an ordinary person.

If it were any other creature, it would probably be terrified by now, but not Green, because Green is a wizard, and the source of a wizard's power lies in wisdom!

"Go on, kid, but don't go too far. You have to get up early tomorrow."

Old Ham then ignored Green, letting him wander into the fog and gradually disappear into the distance.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...

The monotonous "tap, tap" sound has no known origin.

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P.S.: I've thought about it for a long time, and I think it's better to update in separate chapters today. I'll give everyone an hour to think about it, and keep it a mystery. So I'm updating a chapter in advance, and everyone can feel free to guess!

(End of this chapter)