Chapter 41: Storm Hunt Imprints

Silas nodded slightly. "Very good. However, for now, there is nothing in this world worthy of our hunt or conquest."

Chuck, upon hearing this, thumped his chest and stepped back, saying no more.

Having dealt with that, Silas looked around.

Beyond the storm was a completely warped, grey world.

This world was exceedingly strange. Of the six directions – up, down, left, right, front, and back – five were covered by the grey, distorted world. Only below lay a pitch-black abyss.

This warship was constantly sailing above this abyss.

And those occasionally appearing souls emerged from the abyss, passed through the great bell, and then vanished.

Silas gazed at this grey world. He could now see that the surrounding grey world was incredibly distorted and bizarre.

It seemed to be composed of countless grey bubbles. These bubbles were constantly twisting, expanding, contracting, and even changing into various forms for unknown reasons. Silas could even see some areas extending huge grey tentacles.

These tentacles swayed aimlessly, instinctively extending towards the abyss.

Although Silas was deeply repulsed by these tentacles, the knowledge endowed by his divine body told him that these tentacles were not some disgusting things, but human dreams.

The divine vision saw it very clearly: each of the bubbles in that grey world was a person's dream.

Countless people's dreams converged here, forming such a world – the dream world.

"The world of dreams… Ruler of Dreams… Ruler… I seem to be able to control this world." Looking at this dream world, Silas instinctively reached out his hand.

Instantly, those extended grey tentacles, as if drawn by an unknown force, stretched towards the warship, their eagerness like that of children seeing their mother.

"Indeed, I can control these dreams," Silas suddenly thought.

Just as he was about to make contact with these dreams, Silas waved his hand, and an invisible force kept them at bay.

He was not yet prepared to enter others' dreams.

"Dreams are always incredibly chaotic and distorted. These dreams, twisted into tentacles reaching for the abyss, are surely even more frantic. Rash contact is unwise. I should observe for a while before making a decision."

Silas was very cautious. Being familiar with the Cthulhu Mythos, he was very wary of things in dreams. After all, Cthulhu itself was the sleeping god who ruled dreams.

"The extent to which I can control dreams is mostly a subjective feeling. The actual effect needs to be tested. I'm not in a hurry with this aspect. There's plenty of time anyway. Let's first see if I can discover anything else on this warship with this now complete body."

Thinking of this, Silas turned and walked into the temple.

Possessing the complete divine body, and once again seated on the throne, Silas, looking down, truly discovered something entirely new.

Looking down at the twenty-four statues flanking the steps, Silas saw something ethereal above them.

They were unique insignias. Each statue had an insignia floating above it, connected to it.

And the other end of these insignias was directly connected to Silas's body.

At this moment, Silas could clearly sense these insignias and, at the same time, control them.

With a wave of Silas's hand, these twenty-four insignias, summoned by an unseen force, flew before him, arranging themselves neatly.

The insignias were divided into three types based on the kind of statue.

The first type consisted of twelve silver-grey spirit wolf insignias.

The second type consisted of eight icy-blue skull insignias.

The third type had four, but each insignia was distinctly different.

They were inscribed with: Flame, Scythe, Scepter, Greatsword.

"It's similar to the Spirit Vision outside. Before my body was complete, my power and vision were insufficient. Even if these things existed, I couldn't see them. Now that my body is complete, not only can I see them, but I can even understand their connections and even their names."

As Silas spoke, the knowledge analyzed by his eyes quickly emerged.

"Storm Hunt Imprints. Imprints bestowed by a certain forgotten king of the past upon his most powerful and loyal servants. Possessing these imprints allows for a connection between them, not only transforming the physical attributes of the recipient but also allowing the servant to borrow a portion of that king's power. When a servant who has received an imprint dies, the imprint will automatically detach and return before the throne, awaiting its next master."

After analyzing this information, Silas examined these imprints, continuing his analysis of the intelligence.

"Storm Hunt Imprints are divided into three levels. The lowest level is the Shadowed Vale Mist Hunt Imprint. A maximum of twelve can be issued. The Shadowed Vale Mist Hunt Imprint will alter the host's physical state, stimulate potential, and grant the host the ability to turn into mist. The host can listen to the master's voice through the Hunt Imprint."

"The second level is called the Frost Conquest Hunt Imprint. A maximum of eight can be issued. The Frost Conquest Hunt Imprint loses the ability to turn into mist compared to the Mist Hunt Imprint, but the host can choose a frost weapon and is eligible to select their own mount from the wolf pack. The host can actively report situations to the master through the Hunt Imprint."

"The third level is called the Apocalypse Storm Hunt Imprint. There are only four at most. The Apocalypse Storm Hunt Imprint allows the host to inherit a certain aspect of the master's endless power and become an incarnation of that aspect, thereby achieving the ultimate in that domain. The possessor of an Apocalypse Storm Hunt Imprint is the King's Apostle and can actively return to the warship to have an audience with the King."

After seeing this information, Silas fell into deep thought.

"The 'forgotten king of the past' probably refers to this body. But from the current situation, their forces seem to have suffered a defeat. Not only was the warship heavily damaged, but the king's core troops also all perished, and even the king himself had problems, until my appearance."

Thinking of this, Silas turned his head and looked around. "Then the question arises, being in this dream world, were 'we' exiled to this world, or are we hiding in this world to protect ourselves? From the current situation, it's very safe here. I can even control dreams. Analyzing it this way, it's more likely that we are hiding here to protect ourselves. So, who are 'we' hiding from!?"

No matter how much he thought about it, Silas couldn't figure it out, even using his divine CPU.

"Forget it. Since there's no danger, I won't think about it for now. Since these Storm Hunt Imprints have the effect of changing the body, can I bestow these imprints on Helles and Bernice? Perhaps it can help them change their appearance and integrate into normal life."

At this thought, Silas's heart immediately burned with enthusiasm.

"Then the question arises again, how can I get them to this warship to receive these imprints?"