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  Chapter 661 Two Months

  A large amount of pure and complex knowledge emerged around him. Under Renekton's influence, they came alive, had their own selves, spontaneously gathered together, and intertwined with each other, like countless tightly packed parts self-assembling and forming. Soon

  , a huge clock tower hundreds of meters high appeared. Each face of the top of the clock tower was carved with an eye, and the pupils reflected an illusory three-dimensional clock. Their sights were either up or down, looking at every corner of the wilderness together.

  Renekton restrained his mythical creature form and appeared at the top of the clock tower, holding four gems originally inlaid in the mechanical gloves.

  He brought one of the gray-white gems to his eyes and looked at it, then threw it out of the clock tower.

  As he fell, the surrounding information was constantly attracted and gathered in it. The gray-white gem gradually became brighter, and it burst into colorful light, turning into a gray-white translucent dragon.

  His eyes were pale gold, his pupils were vertical, his limbs were relatively strong, and the two gray leather-covered wings behind him kept flapping. He twisted his body in the air and flew around the clock tower.

  During this process, its body continued to split, and due to the different knowledge it integrated, it separated into giant dragons that were covered with ice crystals, or surrounded by flames, or as black as ink, or covered with crystals. It

  was not until the ability of the "virtual personality" reached its limit that the dragons stopped splitting, each found a direction, and sank into the wilderness.

  "The virtual personality of the 'audience' and the Gou San family that can operate in multiple threads are really the most suitable materials. They can help me build this information world in the shortest time."

  Renekton sighed in a low voice. He had the urge to collect more "manipulators" or "tricksters" and "secret masters" characteristics right now.

  Shaking his head and gathering his thoughts, he threw out the remaining three gems in his hand, which belonged to the "Fallen Count", "Black Knight", and "Disaster Priest", allowing them to combine with the knowledge that had been activated to form some strange information creatures.

  "Since it's a story, how can there be no fairy tale?"

  While whispering to himself, one book after another bound in parchment appeared in front of Renekton. These books flipped spontaneously, revealing the stories and illustrations recorded inside.

  Looking at the books rotating around him, complex and illusory symbols condensed in his eyes, and streams of information were peeled off from the books, drifted out of the clock tower, and fell on the wilderness.

  These information streams gathered and reorganized, condensing into a pumpkin carriage pulled by two fat mice, a swan with white feathers, a little girl huddled in the corner in the snow, a gray wolf standing up, a little girl wearing a red cloak and a soft hat of the same color, a prince riding a white horse with a straight sword on his waist, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and dwarves laughing and wrestling in a ball.

  More and more figures appeared in the wilderness. They were neither blurred nor transparent. They were either warm, sad, or laughing, but without exception, they all lacked a sense of freshness, like rigid mechanical puppets.

  On the clock tower in the middle of the wilderness, Renekton raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and exhaled a long breath, saying:

  "Almost done, the next step is to perfect it bit by bit, and separate this place from the spirit world."

  As soon as the voice fell, his body instantly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless starlight.

  The statue shattered, and the bright starlight surged and flowed outside the clock tower, gradually covering the entire wilderness and becoming the sky here.

  One after another, the stars emerged, densely packed, dazzling, reflecting a starry night sky.

  In the spirit world, the place covered by the seven bright lights, the invisible waves dissipated not smoothly, and the surroundings suddenly darkened, as if it had come to the middle of the night, and a sense of tranquility and peace descended with the stars.

  This change lasted less than a second and then disappeared, and with it disappeared the winding river, the reflection of the Pas River in the spirit world.

  Soon, the colorful river, as if a bucket of paint had been overturned, reappeared in another direction. The colors in the river merged with each other and separated from each other, like a flowing rainbow.

  Renekton sank the information world into the river, cutting off its information exchange with the spiritual world, and then relying on his mastery of information, he recreated a river in the spiritual world.

  As this series of actions were completed, the seven slowly flowing and wriggling clear lights returned to the top of the spiritual world, as if they had never moved.

  Time passed quickly, and it was not until two months later that Renekton walked out of the information world.

  Before he had time to receive information from the clones who stayed in the outside world, Russell appeared directly in front of him.

  After carefully observing Renekton for a while, Roselle said,

  "When the oracle of the Hidden Sage appeared, I almost thought he was crazy, or you were crazy."

  "It is not difficult to use the authority of information and the method of mysticism to build a network platform in this world, but it is open to everyone and carries a huge and chaotic number of consciousnesses, which is enough to drive any existence with a self crazy, even a true God of Sequence 0."     "You didn't go crazy or out of control. In fact, I feel that your condition is better than before. How did you do it?"

  Renekton explained to Roselle while converting what happened during this period into information through the connection with his clone:

  ​​"The interaction and processing of information is the responsibility of the 'Hidden Sage'. It does not constitute any burden for Him, except when a battle occurs."

  "As for the carrier of the information world, didn't you notice that something is missing in my hand?"

  While speaking, Renekton raised his right hand without the mechanical glove and shook it in front of Roselle.

  Roselle still asked with some doubt: "Just a trait of 'Knowledge Mentor'?"

  Renekton smiled and shook his head, saying: "Of course not, there is also a trait of 'Sage', and some special things."

  Roselle's pale blue eyes sank, and he did not continue to ask. He changed the subject and said:

  "Everything needed to explore the 'Ghost Empire' has been prepared. It just so happens that the war with Intis is in a stalemate. Why not go to the Misty Sea and try your luck?"

  "Okay, in the next two days." Renekton nodded slightly and gave an approximate time.

  Roselle waved his hand and stepped forward casually, but his body suddenly appeared in another direction dozens of meters away. He took another step and disappeared directly from Renekton's sight.

  Retracting his sight, Renekton closed his eyes and quietly received the information from the clone to understand what happened in the past two months.

  In addition to the Church of the Eternal Sun and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in Intis, the Church of the Lord of Storms in Loen also joined the war against the new regime in the southern continent. Feysac and the Church of the God of War were extremely active, but never participated in any party.

  The Church of the Night and the Church of the Earth have been silent, but the artificial death god faction of the blood clan and the spiritual cult in the southern continent is very active, constantly attacking the believers of the Rose School and the "Original Moon", so that they have no intention of interfering with the battlefield along the coast.

  On the Backlund side, the preparations of the Loen royal family seemed to have reached the final stage. Adam seemed to have arranged everything before. Should he be said to be the strongest "audience"?

  After receiving all the information, he exhaled a long breath, and his body instantly became virtual, turning into a pure information flow creature, surging back to the manor on the north bank like a torrent.

  He glanced at the wall clock. It was still some time before 3pm. He simply sat down on the easy chair beside him. He raised his hand and slid it in the air. A transparent light curtain emerged. It was like a simplified computer screen, dividing the functional area into three sections: chat, reading, and games.

  After the information world was formed, he asked the "Hidden Sage" to spread the relevant information in the form of an oracle. As long as the correct ceremony was held, feedback could be obtained and a talisman that could log in to the trial version of the network platform could be obtained.

  "It is still necessary to develop a suitable 'mobile phone'. At present, only spiritually active extraordinary people can use it, and it is also limited by time and talismans."

  After muttering to himself, he used his mind to control the light curtain in front of him, entered the chat interface, and randomly selected a group chat called Tarot Enthusiasts.

  The content on the light curtain changed rapidly, and many messages floated on it, and there were even .emoticons? Who pulled Arrodes into the group?

  As his thoughts floated, his question had already taken shape and was directly transformed into subtitles and sent out.

  Soon, a person with a blurry figure shrouded in gray fog as his avatar gave a reply:

  "You invited the great Arrodes to add new features to your World Tree, but you don't want me to chat with others? Is this reasonable?"

  "Question: Why is it called World Tree? Instead of the network?"

  "This is a tree-like network that connects the entire world. Of course, more importantly, the name World Tree sounds taller and more powerful."

  After answering Arrodes' question casually, Renekton had already learned from the backstage of the "Hidden Sage" why Arrodes appeared outside the "Magic Mirror Quiz Game". It was Rosel who got some authority from Bernadette. The reason was that Arrodes knew too many of his little secrets and was threatened. It's

  really troublesome. Sighing in his heart, Renekton stopped pursuing this issue.

  He distributed the management authority of the World Tree to Bernadette and the two angels of the Moss Ascetic Order in order to relieve his own pressure. As long as it was not enough to affect the information world that was the foundation, he would not care.  Chapter 662 Tarot Club

  After looking at the time on the wall clock, Renekton continued to chat with Arrodes:

  "As the person in charge of the World Tree, I need to be responsible for the safety of every user and ensure that they will not be struck by lightning suddenly."

  "Outside of the 'Magic Mirror Quiz Game', you need to restrain your instincts. I don't want to receive complaints from people who were struck by lightning when they logged into the World Tree."

  Arrodes was like an internet addict who replied to messages in seconds. As soon as Renekton sent a message, he gave an answer below:

  "I try my best. Although the daily 'Magic Mirror Quiz Game' has greatly satisfied me, this instinct is always difficult to restrain."

  "By the way, can you add some restrictions on the number of times? Although it's fun to play quiz games all the time, I will also get tired."

  At the end, Arrodes also sent a little man who fell to the ground exhausted.

  Arrodes' words made Renekton raise his eyebrows. He thought that magical items would not get tired. Even if they were living magical items, they were not real creatures. Therefore, Arrodes' tiredness was only mental fatigue, or it simply didn't want to pay attention to anyone for a short period of time.

  After chatting with Arrodes for a while, the time soon came to three o'clock in the afternoon. Thick gray fog emerged from the air and quickly submerged Renekton's sight.

  Crimson light rose from the gray fog, enveloping his spiritual body, leaving reality and coming to the ancient palace above the gray fog.

  As the crimson light faded, many vague figures appeared on both sides of the originally empty mottled long table.

  "Justice" Audrey looked at Renekton with some surprise. Mr. "White Tower" finally participated in the Tarot Club. He had been absent for two consecutive months. It really made people worry whether he had encountered something bad.

  Sensing the eyes of the people around him, Renekton smiled and nodded to everyone. Then, led by Miss "Justice", they all greeted Mr. "The Fool" at the top of the mottled long table, and then sat down.

  Renekton looked around and saw a new member. Sitting on his left was a woman. She was not tall, only about 1.5 meters tall, with shoulder-length blond hair that was a bit unkempt. She was wearing a common revelation training suit and had eye contact with the "magician" lady. So this was Hugh?

  As his thoughts floated, "Chariot" Anderson had already turned sideways to look at "The Fool" Klein at the top, and bowed slightly and said:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I have collected some of Roselle's diaries during this period. Like the previous diaries, they are also the payment I paid for my help last time."

  After Anderson finished speaking, he made another request to "Meet" to materialize the diary in his memory, a total of three pages.

  Klein made the new diary appear directly in front of him, and simply browsed through all three pages of the diary. He sighed helplessly in his heart:

  Is Anderson unlucky, or is there something wrong with the source of his diary? Why are all of them Roselle's post-event comments? I have sufficient reason to suspect that this is the emperor himself making a spoof, or someone else making a spoof of him.

  Gathering his thoughts, Klein leaned back on his chair and said leisurely:

  "You guys start."

  Everyone looked at each other for a while, and no one spoke for a while. Today's Tarot Club had a rare opening and fell into silence.

  As everyone's sequence was upgraded, the frequency of demand for potion formulas and materials became lower and lower, and the trading process would become more and more deserted. In the future, the focus of the Tarot Club would be changed to information exchange. As his thoughts floated, Klein saw Anderson on his left hand slightly raised his hand and stated the first demand of the day:

  "Everyone, I need grass and wood powder contaminated by the Disaster Stone, and the means to create magma."

  "Things contaminated by the Disaster Stone are difficult to collect and preserve, but I know where to find them, 500 pounds. As for the means to create magma, the most common one should be the 'Demon'. In addition, it is the 'Disaster Priest' in the 'Storm' path. This is relatively difficult, but..."

  "Hermit" Cattleya quickly gave a reply. At the end, she turned her head slightly and glanced at the top of the mottled long table.

  Anderson immediately reacted. Mr. Fool, who has mastered some of the power of the Storm Realm, can obviously also create disasters such as volcanic eruptions, but I only need a little hot magma. Would it be too exaggerated to ask Mr. Fool for help? Let's ask Edwina first. She may have mastered the relevant secrets.

  While thinking, Anderson nodded to Cattleya and said,

  "Deal. I hope to get the grass powder contaminated by the Disaster Stone as soon as possible."

  "Within this week." Cattleya nodded slightly and gave an approximate date.

  Seeing that the transaction between Mr. Chariot and Ms. Hermit was over, Emlyn the Moon coughed lightly, and after attracting everyone's attention, he raised his chin slightly and said,

  "Everyone, does anyone know the clues of the 'Witch King' corresponding to the Blood Clan Count? Whether it is a person or a magical item, it will be fine."

  Renekton turned his head to look at Emlyn, his eyes became deep, and he saw Emlyn's current state through the cover of the gray fog.

  The potion of the Crimson Scholar was completely digested. The Blood Clan did have a considerable advantage at this stage. They worshipped the moon and Lilith since birth. This was equivalent to an incomplete role play. However, this only lasted until Sequence 4, after which the Blood Clan would no longer have a racial advantage on this path.

  As his thoughts floated, he chuckled and said,

  "You can go hunt the followers of the 'Primal Moon'. There are many demigods among them. Coincidentally, there is a 'Witch King' who has been active in the heart of East Balam and the Ancient Forest recently."     Emlyn's expression remained unchanged. He tilted his head back and chuckled,

  "Really? It just so happens that I will represent the Blood Clan to go to the Southern Continent. Among the known companions, there is at least one earl, and perhaps a marquis or even a grand duke."

  Renekton shrugged and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest. No one else spoke to him. They all realized that Mr. "Moon" just wanted to show off his progress in sequence improvement and his status in the Blood Clan.

  After a short silence, Klein the Fool directly announced that the free communication phase had begun. He then manipulated the trumpet "World" to look at Renekton and asked,

  "When do you have time?"

  Renekton answered directly,

  "Now. With the help of the Spirit Cult and the Blood Clan, the war on the Southern Continent has reached a stalemate. Intis's army has never been able to land from the Raging Sea. It doesn't take too much force to guard against them. If one or two people occasionally leave, no one will notice a problem."

  "Then tonight." Klein manipulated the "World" and said directly.

  After a pause, he continued, "Do you know about the Mist Wolf and the Hound of Fulgrim?"

  Renekton briefly recalled and said,

  "For the former, you can find the Church of the Night. They are the Wolf Exterminators, so they must have some materials preserved. For the latter, you can ask Qi Guang for a place they often appear, and then go directly to them to ask for the materials they need."

  "If you feel sorry for it, you can give them a fluffy heart of the Mist Wolf, and you can also train an 'ancient scholar' from Mr. Fool's loyal guard."

  The surroundings were silent for a second, and "Justice" Audrey took the lead in asking a question:

  "Mr. Fool's loyal guard?"

  Renekton nodded slightly and said, "The Hound of Fulgrim has another name, called the Source Castle Guardian."

  Source Castle Guardian! How come I have never noticed such a group of creatures? Are they usually hidden in the gray fog? Or somewhere else. As thoughts floated, "World" Gehrman Sparrow looked around the hall under Klein's control.

  The rest of the people at the Tarot Club had the same reaction as him, and subconsciously looked around. At this moment, the originally deep and boundless gray fog seemed to have countless pairs of eyes, looking at all of them from different places and different angles.

  "Justice" Audrey shook her head slightly, restraining the thoughts that came to her mind. This is all an illusion. Even if the Fulgrim's dog is hiding in the gray fog, it will definitely not be here. Only those outside the door are the watchers.

  However, the watcher of Sefirah Castle, does it mean that Mr. Fool's kingdom of God is called Sefirah Castle? What a strange name, although this does look like the inside of a castle.

  Well, based on the existence of Fulgrim's dog, it can be inferred that the path where Mr. "World" is located is the one that belongs to Mr. "Fool". The characteristics of this path should be good at performing and quite powerful.

  As her thoughts drifted, Audrey suddenly thought of a question. She looked back and forth between The World German Sparrow and White Tower Renekton, then said uncertainly:

  "Mr. The World's next sequence of potions requires materials from the Fulgrim Hound, so doesn't that mean we have to hunt it down?"

  Hunting down a guardian of Mr. Fool's kingdom, this... Audrey felt a little uncomfortable. If it were any other extraordinary creature, she wouldn't have such feelings, but as the guardian of Sefirah, the Fulgrim Hound must be a extraordinary creature that follows Mr. Fool.

  Hearing Miss Justice's question, the rest of the Tarot Club members also looked over, curious about what to do in this situation.

  Magician Fors said uncertainly:

  "There should be a solution. We can't hunt down a Sefirah guardian every time a Beyonder is promoted."

  Klein manipulated The World German Sparrow to look at Renekton.

  The latter leaned back in his chair and said calmly,

  "A Fulgrim dog has two eyes. Why don't you find two and let them each give you one eye?"

  "As long as they are not dead, under the influence of the aggregation effect of Beyonder characteristics, they can slowly aggregate their characteristics and recover."  Chapter 663 Test

  It makes sense to let the two Fulgrim dogs each contribute an eye to me, but I can't just break a portion of the Mist Wolf's Flocculated Heart into two halves and give them to them, right? Besides, the goddess may not be willing to give me an extra portion of the Mist Wolf's Flocculated Heart.

  Klein muttered a few words in his heart, then manipulated the "world" to nod, responded, and ended the topic.

  After everyone exchanged some information, today's Tarot Club was coming to an end. Before "The Fool" Klein announced the end of today's party, Renekton raised his hand and knocked on the table in front of him, smiling:

  "Everyone, are you interested in participating in an internal test?"

  "Internal test?" "What is that?"

  The members of the Tarot Club all cast inquiring eyes curiously, looking very interested.

  Sure enough, the "Generalist" and "Secret Peeper" paths are really suitable for climbing the technology tree. Klein sighed in his heart. Since he discovered that Renekton really relied on his ability to control information to build a network that connects the entire world, he could probably guess the subsequent development.

  Renekton looked at Klein, who was at the head of the mottled long table. After getting his permission, he displayed a near-real light and shadow animation directly above the table in front of him:

  there was a giant dragon hovering in the sky, a strange bird with pale flames burning all over its body, a one-eyed giant, an eight-legged demon wolf, a prince riding a white horse, a princess running in the forest, a tree that could pull its roots out of the soil and run quickly on the ground, and a thumb-sized blue man wearing simple linen clothes.

  He simply showed some scenes in the information world he created. He looked around at everyone and said,

  "This is similar to the imaginary world in Groselle's Travels, but the difference is that it is constructed with enough and rigorous information. For the existence of the material world, it is not real, but it is realistic enough."

  "Because it is the result of a large amount of complex information accumulation and calculation, the operation of this world may have some loopholes, some errors, that is, unreasonable places." "

  So I need some people to help me go in and experience it, and interact with the creatures in that world, so that I can find the existing problems and fix them in time."

  "This world is not completely fake. At least the knowledge in it is real, and your experiences are also real. The knowledge and experiences you gain in it are my reward."

  Except for "Hermit" Cattleya, "World" German Sparrow, and "Star" Leonard, the three who have already landed on the World Tree, the other members of the Tarot Club were a little confused. They felt as if they understood Renekton's introduction, but when they thought about it carefully, they were a little confused again.

  Seeing this, Klein, controlling the trumpet "World", laughed and explained further:

  "You can understand it as a completely immersive stage play. It's a very novel experience and worth trying. Remember not to get addicted. No matter how wonderful the World Tree is, it is virtual. Reality is real."

  "The Hermit" Cattleya was thinking about another question. She looked at Renekton with some uncertainty and asked:

  "Connecting human consciousness to the World Tree is completely different from the chatting and reading we usually do after logging in. This involves the interaction between wills. Without the protection of the body, will the user's mind be polluted?"

  Moreover, if a large number of non-unified consciousnesses intervene, will it really not affect the state of the "Hidden Sage", or be affected by the state of the "Hidden Sage"?

  Renekton nodded slightly, then explained:

  "This interaction does not occur directly, but through the intervention of an identity. It is a kind of protection similar to the body's protection of the mind and soul."

  "And the spiritual pollution deposited by the interaction between many spiritual bodies will be cleaned up along with the deposited information by the pre-set purification program."

  After the brief explanation, he looked at the other members of the Tarot Club and said calmly:

  "Everyone, if you are willing to participate in this internal test, you can hold a ceremony to establish contact with the 'Hidden Sage'. If you are worried about encountering danger, you can also go through Mr. 'Fool' to enter the gray fog first, and then enter the world tree."

  While speaking, he had already materialized the specific process of the ceremony with the help of Klein, including the required materials and prayer sentences.

  "Magician" Fors raised her hand and asked curiously:

  "Why is it called the World Tree? Does this name have any special meaning?"

  "Well, in my conception, its complete form should be like a giant tree that takes root in the spiritual world and reality, with its crown spreading into the astral world, connecting the entire world in information."

  "Of course, it has another name. After it has its own self, you can call it Yggdrasil."

  Fors tilted her head slightly and imagined a huge tree covering the entire planet in her mind. Then she shook her head and threw away the strange picture.

  The tree should be just a metaphor. It is impossible to really grow such a big tree. Even Feynapot's "Mother Earth Goddess" Church can't do it at all.

  Concentrating her thoughts, she looked at Renekton and nodded gently:

  "I am happy to try this once. It sounds interesting."

  After "Magician" Fors, the other members of the Tarot Club also nodded, indicating that they are willing to try it when they are free.

  Judging from the character displayed by Miss Magician, she will most likely develop into an internet addict in the future. Sighing in his heart, Klein raised his hand and tapped the edge of the table twice, saying calmly:

  "Let's stop here today."

  As his voice fell, everyone hurriedly stood up and saluted. Deep red light rose up, quickly dissolving their bodies and taking them away from this ancient and magnificent palace. Only Renekton was left.     Klein removed the gray fog that covered his body, exhaled a long breath, and leaned back in his chair and said,

  "I digested some of the magic potion of the 'Weird Mage' in my body by creating horror legends at sea and in the city, but the progress was not very fast, and I felt that I seemed to be targeted by some forces in Intis."

  Renekton nodded and said,

  "The Secret Society and the Intis officials have maintained a certain cooperation. They have mastered the 'Fortune Teller' channel, and it is easy to guess that someone is playing the role of the 'Weird Mage'."

  "I tried to intimidate the two demigods, but they immediately called the angels in the form of prayers. Really."

  At this point, Klein shook his head helplessly and sighed.

  Renekton pulled the corner of his mouth slightly embarrassedly. Intis's army had such a reaction, in addition to the necessary vigilance, it was more because many demigods were killed in the surprise attack by the Moss Ascetic Society, which caused some stress reactions.

  "Sages" can transform into information creatures and sneak in silently, then create a secret environment, kill demigod-level generals and then leave quietly.

  With the luck given by Ourolos, the coincidence arranged by the "True Creator", and the secrets provided by the "Hidden Sage", the Intis officials reacted after losing three demigods in succession, relying on the magical items created by the Steam Church to make close precautions and arrangements.

  After a short silence, Klein used the power of this gray fog to materialize the Azik copper whistle, put it to his mouth and blew it.

  After a while, countless bones gushed out like fountains on the ground filled with gray fog, and quickly gathered and reorganized into a skeleton messenger who was almost completely crawling on the ground, with a slightly trembling body.

  Looking at the messenger crawling on the ground, not daring to raise his head, Renekton chuckled and said, "You scared it."

  Klein didn't care about this little joke and said directly:

  "Let's go find Mr. Azik now. You should be sure you can wake him up now?"

  "Okay."

  Renekton nodded, stood up from his chair, walked to the side of the skeleton messenger, patted its shoulder, and said calmly:

  "Take us to find Mr. Azik. He should have explained this matter before he fell asleep."

  The skeleton messenger nodded repeatedly, feeling that his head was about to hit the floor.

  After getting Klein's permission, its body instantly disintegrated, turning into white bones, and rushed under the gray fog.

  Renekton took two steps forward, raised his hand and placed it on Klein's shoulder, helping him transform into a state of information torrent, and then followed the messenger's guidance, quickly passed through the spirit world, and came to the underground of a castle in reality.

  After completing the task of leading the way, the skeleton messenger left reality without stopping and returned to the underworld.

  A flood of information composed of complex knowledge and illusory postures quickly converged and reconstructed the figures of Renekton and Klein.

  The bodies of the two were translucent and transparent, with a chill, showing characteristics similar to the ghosts of the wronged.

  "Is this state okay? Do you need to return to your body first?" Klein asked with some concern.

  Renekton shook his head, walked to the front of the bronze coffin, and said calmly:

  "This doesn't affect me too much. The characteristics and abilities that should be possessed will not become incomplete due to the lack of a body."

  While speaking, he pressed his right hand on the coffin in front of him, and a not-so-clear and not-so-bright light emanated.

  Silently, the lid of the coffin began to disintegrate, turning into pieces of crumbs that fell to the ground with the sudden wind, and even the colors evaporated quickly.

  Inside the coffin, Azik seemed to have fallen into a long dream, sleeping quietly.

  He held his hands together in front of his chest, holding a gray crystal ball the size of a baby's fist. A face that looked exactly like Azik's, but colder and paler, loomed out.

  Renekton clenched his right fist, extended his index finger forward, and lightly touched the top of Azik's head. A light blue ripple spread out, and a drop of dark river water appeared out of thin air, dripped down, and sank into Azik's forehead  Chapter 664: The Game of the World Tree (I)

  The second drop of water from the "Eternal Darkness River" fell on the gray crystal ball and quickly soaked into it.

  Snap~Snap~

  On the surface of the gray crystal ball, tiny cracks appeared one after another, and pale white mist continued to pour out from it, drilling into Azik's body and merging into his soul.

  Renekton observed quietly for a while, and the light blue light in his eyes condensed into one complex and illusory symbol after another. A large amount of complex living knowledge poured into Azik's other half of the soul.

  Under his manipulation, this activated knowledge quickly dissolved the memory of Azik's other half of the soul, erasing the crazy and repressed parts, and directly sealing the rest. After Azik merged with this half of the soul, he digested them bit by bit.

  In the deep sleep created by the water of the "Eternal Darkness River", Azik's own consciousness and the other half of the soul completed the fusion without much resistance, and the disharmony between the torn souls was also repaired by the breath of the river water.

  After doing all this, Renekton snapped his fingers, and clear starlight appeared out of thin air, filling the entire basement.

  Under the influence of the starlight, Azik's eyelids moved, and he was gradually awakened from his deep sleep.

  After a brief moment of confusion, Azik's consciousness quickly regained clarity. He stood up from the coffin and looked at Renekton and Klein standing beside him. He

  frowned and remained silent for a moment. After digesting the memories in his mind, he smiled warmly:

  "Long time no see, Klein, and Mr. Tynes, it seems that you have become the 'Knowledge Emperor'."

  The fusion of the other half's soul made his soft facial features more sharp, and the vicissitudes that were always difficult to conceal in his eyes became more indifferent, as if he was trying to suppress many emotions and madness.

  Azik closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and then walked out of the coffin. He looked at Klein and nodded gently, saying,

  "I need some time to adapt to the suppressed madness in the other half of my soul, and at the same time sort out my own memories. I will come to you again after a while."

  Klein nodded and wanted to take out a yesterday reappearance spell from his pocket, which would allow Mr. Azik to directly retrieve memories and emotions from his past self and better stabilize his state.

  However, his hand went directly through his body. Only then did he remember that he was only a spirit body and did not carry a spell.

  He had to stop his action and looked at Azik and said,

  "Mr. Azik, I have made two yesterday reappearance spells. It can allow you to borrow power and memories from your past self. When I go back, I will ask the messenger to send one to you."

  "Well, thank you for your trouble."

  Azik rubbed his forehead with one hand and nodded heavily in response.

  Klein turned his head to look at Renekton and whispered, "Let's leave first."

  Renekton nodded, put a hand on Klein's shoulder, and helped him transform into a torrent of information, rushing into the spirit world, rushing to the gray fog above the spirit world, and returning to the magnificent ancient palace above the gray fog.

  After a few simple exchanges, Renekton left the gray fog and woke up from the easy chair on the second floor of the manor.

  In the evening, he suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers.

  So fast, I don't know who will be the first to join the immersive game experience. With a sigh in his heart, he patted Bugs Bunny lying beside him, woke him up from his sweet dream and said,

  "You can play games today, remember to call Anu and the two cats."

  "Well, is it finally time? I'll go now."

  Bugs Bunny woke up in a daze, rubbing his eyes, and quickly jumped out of the window and ran to the garden behind the manor.

  After greeting Bugs Bunny, he responded to the prayer directed at him. With the connection established by the ritual, he projected his consciousness over.

  In the Hall family's villa in Queens, Backlund, Audrey looked at the candle burning quietly in front of her with a somewhat apprehensive expression.

  While she was still thinking about what kind of response she would get, the dim candlelight suddenly turned a layer of blue, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees. The light became dim, and the whimpering wind exploded, but it was not intense, just blowing her skirt and the room's pendants.

  The bright starlight emanated from the blue candlelight, bit by bit, moving quickly, outlining a pair of cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes containing countless bright stars.

  These eyes seemed to be alive. Its gaze looked up and down at Audrey for a long time, then shattered, turning into dots of starlight that sank into the palm of Audrey's right hand, outlining a pattern of an eye surrounded by stars.

  ".What is this?" Audrey hesitated for a moment. Some more information appeared in her mind, about the usage and precautions of this mark.

  This is a bit like the strict instructions for use of a product. Mr. "White Tower" is really rigid in this regard. Well, it may also be a habit left by reading information frequently.

  As her thoughts floated, she ended the ceremony, and then moved the unused materials to her dressing mirror. According to the knowledge in her mind, she used the mirror as a medium to summon the channel that could connect to the world tree.

  As the candle was lit again, she dripped in essential oils and hydrosols with quite skillful movements, sprinkled some herbal powder, and then sat in front of the dressing mirror and chanted in a low voice in the ancient Hermetic language:

  "Sage who has insight into the world, great knowledgeable person, you are the essence of knowledge, the root of mystery, the glory of civilization, and the upholder of truth."     "I pray to you in the name of justice;

  I pray for your attention;

  I pray for the passage to the World Tree to be here."

  As she recited the spell, she was surprised to find that the dressing mirror in front of her became colorful, and there was an illusory sound of water flowing in her ears, as if there was a slowly flowing river in the mirror.

  "The passage to the World Tree is a river?"

  Audrey exclaimed in surprise, looking in the direction of her bedroom door. With Susie guarding, no one should disturb me at this time, and even if there is, it will be cleverly diverted.

  Concentrating her thoughts, Audrey put the palm of her right hand with the eye mark on the mirror. After a little trance, she saw that she was wrapped in a gorgeous rainbow and moved quickly in a certain direction.

  This process did not last too long. As the colorful light curtain fell, Audrey found that the scene around her had changed. It was no longer her bedroom, but a gorgeous fountain square carved out of a whole piece of gray-white marble.

  In the center of the square, in the water curtain formed by the fountain, stood a sculpture that was exactly the same as the mark on the palm of her right hand.

  The sculpture was dozens of meters high, and it seemed to be inlaid with many fine sand-like gems. Under the refraction of light, it emitted a glittering light, as if it contained a bright galaxy.

  Renekton's figure quietly appeared in front of her. After nodding in greeting, he smiled and said:

  "Good evening, Miss Justice, you are the first person to come in and experience it today."

  "The first place always has some privileges."

  As the voice fell, he snapped his fingers, and the bright starlight brushed over Audrey's body. Her image changed rapidly:

  a ponytail made of long golden hair went from her left shoulder to the front of her body, and she appeared in a crystal cape, a gorgeous long skirt, crystal shoes, and tulle gloves. She was exquisite and beautiful like the most outstanding puppet of a master craftsman.

  "Your identity is a princess. Of course, as the first person to enter, you can also choose other identities. This is your privilege."

  While speaking, Renekton raised his hand and wiped the void in front of him. Playing card-sized cards with various creatures, various costumes and identities appeared. They moved around Audrey and allowed her to choose from them at will.

  Audrey took in the identity cards that floated in front of her and asked curiously:

  "Knight, postman, fisherman, sheriff, prince, witch, and even dragon, hound, and giant."

  "Well, in this, can you choose your identity at will? Or can you not use your original identity?"

  "This is the rule here. Only by integrating into this world can you interact with it. It is also a kind of protection for everyone."

  Renekton nodded gently in response and raised his hand to point to the edge of the square.

  Audrey subconsciously turned her eyes and saw a huge, round machine about three or four meters high. Two cute kittens sat on it, as if they were driving this huge machine.

  In midair, a strange bird with pale flames and feathers woven with mysterious patterns hovered and fell.

  On the other side, a rabbit wearing a crown, a red cloak, and holding a scepter inlaid with a huge gem walked out of the void.

  It was dressed like a proud king, with its chin raised, striding forward. Behind it, rabbits dressed as ministers, guards, and servants followed.

  Audrey looked at the scene in amazement and sighed:

  "I thought few people would choose to experience non-human creatures."

  "Maybe they were not human to begin with."

  Renekton chuckled and replied. As he spoke, his ears echoed again with layers of illusory prayers, which were a bit noisy, as if several people were whispering in his ears at the same time.

  How could someone pray at the same time? While thinking, he nodded gently to Audrey, and then his body became illusory and transparent, and disappeared directly in the square.

  With curiosity, Audrey approached the group of rabbits dressed as the king, ministers and waiters in the palace.

  The rabbit dressed as the king, who was walking in the front, stopped and propped up the scepter on the ground. He looked up at Audrey, who was several times taller than him, and asked in a serious and majestic voice:

  "Princess of the neighboring country, what do you want to see me for?"  Chapter 665: Game of the World Tree (II)

  Princess of the neighboring country, are you talking about me? Should I follow the instructions of Mr. Rabbit? I feel so ashamed. Thoughts flashed through her mind one by one. Audrey lifted her skirt and bowed very appropriately:

  "Hi, Your Majesty. This is my first time here. I am not familiar with many things. I wonder if I can ask you about the rules here?"

  In front of her, the rabbit dressed as the king seemed to have greatly satisfied his vanity. The joy in his bright red eyes could not be concealed at all. After two seconds, he sorted out his emotions, coughed twice, and said to the back:

  "Ahem~ Of course, Secretary, you can compile some basic knowledge of the World Tree into a book and give it to this beautiful princess."

  As the king spoke, a rabbit wearing a white shirt, brown vest, beret on his head, and paper and pen in his hand stepped forward quickly.

  Under Audrey's curious gaze, he reached out and took out a thumb-thick, palm-sized notebook from his empty arms and handed it to Audrey.

  "This," Audrey took it in surprise.

  She didn't quite understand why the other party could conjure things out of thin air. When she first entered here, she found that her extraordinary ability was invalid, leaving only some basic abilities and instincts as an "audience" who is good at observing.

  "Each identity has its own unique ability. It is a clerk, so it can directly turn the information it has mastered into a book. I am the king of the Carrot Kingdom and can rule and command every creature in the kingdom."

  "So that's how it is. I understand. Thank you, rabbit, no, Mr. King."

  Audrey nodded thoughtfully to the rabbit king in front of her. She suddenly became curious about her identity. The king can command every creature in the kingdom, so what about the princess? Can she command some creatures to a limited extent? By the way, I don't know which country I am a princess of.

  As soon as the thought floated, the identity card belonging to her emerged by itself. Audrey reached out and took it with some surprise, and carefully read the small words at the bottom of the card:

  Princess of the North Forest, escaped from the palace due to some accidents, noble and elegant, born with the magic of calling wind and snow and creating frost.

  This introduction is so brief. I always feel that there are many stories to be explored behind it. Does this require the experiencer to explore his own identity? No wonder Mr. "World" used immersive stage play to describe it. The environment and atmosphere here are really easy to immerse people in it.

  Mr. "White Tower" may be a very talented writer. This world obviously hides many stories. Wait a minute. If no other members of the Tarot Club come, I will explore the world outside the square by myself. Well, I can also be with Mr. Rabbit, no, King Rabbit. I wonder if carrots are planted everywhere in the Carrot Kingdom?

  As her thoughts floated, Audrey saw two more figures in the center of the square. Their appearance was simple puppets made of gray and white wood carvings.

  Some of them looked like the models that had not yet been officially made in the puppet shop. Did I appear in this strange image at the beginning? I seemed to have subconsciously ignored the idea of ​​looking at myself just now. Is there any psychological suggestion in this square?

  Audrey suddenly felt that her sight seemed to be in a trance. Looking carefully, there was an old man with a white beard next to the two puppet models in the center of the square.

  He was wearing an off-white classical robe, a hood on his head, and holding a wooden cane in his hand, like a respected hermit or a learned wise man.

  Renekton's figure quietly appeared beside him, and he said helplessly:

  "Don't add loopholes in my world at will, it's very troublesome to repair it."

  "Hehe, I have been very restrained. If it were Amon, He would have stolen the characteristics that you used as the cornerstone."

  "Okay, I'll go take a look at this stage play-like world, maybe I can help you find some mistakes in the rules."

  The old man in the off-white robe chuckled twice, and as the voice fell, he leisurely stepped forward, his figure flashed twice, and disappeared directly from the sight of everyone in the square.

  Of the two newly appeared puppet models, the one on the right raised a questioning voice:

  "Why can He still use his extraordinary ability?"

  "Because it is He, not him."

  Renekton explained briefly, stretched out his hand and tapped twice in front of him. The two newly appeared puppet models were covered with bright starlight, and their images changed instantly, becoming a wandering poet holding a harp, and a magician wearing a long trench coat and a top hat.

  Audrey had already approached, and she looked at the wandering poet and the magician with curiosity, guessing their identities in her heart. Renekton

  's voice sounded at the right time, and he gave them a brief introduction:

  "This is Miss Justice, and the other two are World and Star."

  Leonard, who turned into a wandering poet, nodded slightly to Audrey, and then looked around and asked:

  "What is outside the square? It's all gray and I can't see anything."

  "This square is a transit station, which can lead to different worlds in the world tree, but only the fairy tale world is currently open."     "Come with me. Most of the staff here have not started work yet. I will be your guide today."

  As he spoke, Renekton was already leading the way, taking Audrey, Klein, and Leonard to the edge of the square.

  The moment they stepped out of the square, the surrounding scene seemed to be stretched, blurry and distorted.

  In less than a second, the blur disappeared, and the surrounding scene turned into a small town with heavy snow, with roofs, street lamps, and the ground covered in white.

  The town was at night, and there were almost no pedestrians on the streets. There were only dim lights shining through the glass windows of the houses on both sides that were condensed with water vapor.

  "A-choo!"

  Before the few of them took two steps, Leonard couldn't help but sneeze. The wandering poet's clothes seemed a little thin here.

  Audrey looked at the two people, "World" Gehrman Sparrow and "Star" Leonard, who were obviously shrinking, with some curiosity, and then looked down at her exposed shoulders and arms.

  She could sense the temperature around her, but her body didn't feel cold. She thought everyone felt the same way. Mr. World and Mr. Star did look very cold, so was it me who couldn't feel the cold that had a problem?

  While she was thinking, Renekton had already seen the reactions of several people and chuckled, saying,

  "Although some rules are different, in most cases, your experience here is no different from reality, such as cold, hot, or humid, dry climates."

  "Then why don't you two seem to be affected by this?"

  Leonard asked, looking at Renekton and Audrey.

  Beside him, Klein put his hands in his pockets and wrapped his black trench coat tightly. He glanced at Audrey's outfit and hesitated,

  "Because of identity? We are magicians and wandering poets, and we don't have the ability to resist the cold, but you are different."

  Miss Justice's outfit looked like the Snow Queen. As for Al, a programmer in charge of the backend, he would definitely not be affected by the things he set.

  "What are their identities?" Leonard asked, a little confused.

  Audrey recalled the information on the ID card she had just read with some uncertainty and answered:

  "My ID card says that I am the princess of the Northland Forest, and I have the magic power to call the wind and snow and master the frost."

  While they were talking, Renekton had already arrived at the door of a restaurant and pushed open the heavy wooden door. The warm air coming in made Leonard and Klein feel a little warm again. They quickly followed Renekton into the restaurant.

  The temperature in the restaurant made Audrey feel a little uncomfortable. She felt that if she stayed in here for too long, she would melt. It was more comfortable to be in the snow outside, which was icy and cool.

  Several people sat down in a window seat away from the fireplace. Leonard put the harp in his hand on his legs, stretched his frozen hands to his mouth, and kept blowing hot air.

  After a long while, he felt his body gradually recovering, and he had the energy to complain:

  "Why can't I throw away the harp in my hand? If I stay outside with this thing for a while, my hand will probably be crippled."

  "Is the harp also part of the wandering poet?" Klein looked at Renekton and said.

  Renekton nodded and added:

  "Normally, you can't get these professional or status identity cards. This is a benefit during the test period. I won't take it back later. You can always use this identity, of course, the premise is that you are alive."

  "You will not really die if you die in the game, but your identity card will be destroyed. After that, you can either replace it with another identity card to continue the game, or return to the initial model state and lose interaction with this world."

  "There are two ways to get an identity card. One is to buy it from the merchant in the initial square, but it is not working yet. The other is to interact with the characters here to promote the development of the story. After meeting the conditions, you can get an identity card or mystical knowledge and other rewards."

  "What a strong smell." Klein couldn't help but complain, and then asked, "If I'm not mistaken, buying an ID card requires extra spirituality or something else?"

  Renekton nodded and said, "Spirituality, mystical knowledge, items, as long as it's valuable, it's all fine."

  The overly warm temperature in the restaurant made Audrey unwilling to listen to what her friends around her were talking about. She leaned against the glass window next to her with some discomfort. The coldness coming in from the window made her drowsy head clear a lot.