Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

Because it's a dreamscape, there must be a prototype.


Here, it was the place that Fiona and Nors feared the most in their lives, the village that was destroyed, that night of destruction.


On the other side, Nors's arm was tightly bitten by a monster that looked like a corpse ghost. The intense pain felt so real, "If we die here, what will happen?"


"We will enter a dream within a dream."


"If we die multiple times," said Fiona, "we'll never be able to return to reality!"


Concerning the magic of dreamscapes, Lilith had already started researching. It was like a twin sister to the psyche, sharing the same origin.


Hearing about having more than one life, Nors immediately perked up. He flipped the corpse ghost over, then fought off the approaching monsters with reckless abandon, disregarding his injuries.


Chapter 142: Bailuo's Miracle Entity (Vote for Recommendation, Monthly Ticket) _3