Chapter 335 It's totally his shape
The Nightmare Butterfly told Sol that the reason it suddenly hatched was because Sol had brought something back from outside.
That something was actually the Nightmare Butterfly's dream, the core of their race's heritage.
"Actually, we Nightmare Butterflies are all born from the dream of a high-level wizard. Since then, our numbers have only decreased. In the last hundred years, even many formal wizards have forgotten our existence."
"The egg is not our child; it is actually a new body. When our current body dies and disappears, our consciousness will transfer to the new egg. And the medium for the transfer is a dream. However, not all eggs can complete the transformation; most are just dead eggs. This time, the past Penny secretly hid the inherited dream in your dream, but… she couldn't resist her curiosity and observed you after waking up."
Sol raised his chin, signaling the Nightmare Butterfly to continue.
"At first, she probably just wanted to observe your recent history. But your history is too peculiar, and some fragments are always hidden… This made my curiosity grow stronger and stronger, and I couldn't help but see the day you arrived…"
"Cough!" Sol suddenly coughed lightly, interrupting Penny.
This was his subconscious reaction because he didn't want others to hear Penny's words.
But then he realized that Penny only appeared in his field of vision and didn't really exist in the wizard tower. The misty figures hidden in the room and the black silhouettes that appeared from time to time couldn't see or hear it.
And at this moment, Little Algae was…
…wrapping Sol and the chair together like a python, and then unwrapping them again.
It looked very bored.
Gently tapping Little Algae's head to make it behave, Sol continued, "You know… I'm a newcomer? You understand what I mean, right?"
"Yes, I understand what Sol-gege means." The Nightmare Butterfly's wings trembled slightly, like someone shrugging their shoulders. "It was because I saw that scene that the Penny at the time couldn't help but continue to look forward… and then it became like this. I almost lost all my power and became Sol-gege's possession."
"Do you really not remember what you saw at that time? Even a little bit would be good." Sol leaned forward, staring intently at the Nightmare Butterfly.
It trembled even more violently, begging for mercy repeatedly, "Sol-gege, I really don't remember. And my dream tells me that if I remember, I will die, really die, the kind of death that reduces the number of Nightmare Butterflies by one."
Sol slowly leaned back, resting on the back of the chair, the oppressive pressure on his body disappearing.
Actually, he didn't really want to know that part of history now.
Especially in the dream, he almost collapsed because he saw a part of the scene that Penny saw.
Now that he thought about it, it was the explosive feeling of a world suddenly being stuffed into his brain.
Even the diary couldn't pull him back from the brink of collapse.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Sol's body's self-preservation function took effect, shielding his senses and causing him to faint.
And the Nightmare Butterfly, most likely because Sol called its name and acknowledged its existence at the last moment, was given the opportunity to enter the diary and hide.
Now it seemed that the Nightmare Butterfly did see something, probably more than Sol saw, which caused even its powerful existence to almost collapse.
"Then let's keep the Nightmare Butterfly," Sol thought. "I will eventually explore my own history. At that time, the Nightmare Butterfly's past memories should be helpful to me."
He smiled, becoming more and more relaxed, "It's okay if you can't recall it. I remember that after I fainted, your first words were 'This won't work.' What does that mean?"
"Um…" Penny began to slowly flap its wings, seemingly trying to recall.
Sol quietly watched it, without urging it.
"I remember. Sol-gege, the consciousness you sent into that corpse was too clean. I haven't seen such a cleanly separated consciousness in a long time. But such a consciousness is very likely to become a medium for powerful spiritual entities. When he entered that female corpse, he happened to encounter a remnant of a thought, and his consciousness was almost instantly taken away."
"A remnant of a thought?" Sol nodded thoughtfully.
Half of the corpses in the morgue were containers that Mrs. Ula had prepared for herself before her death. That female corpse might have once carried Mrs. Ula's spiritual body.
But if that was the case… then it could basically be determined that the owner of "Kill me" was Ula.
Just as Mentor Golsa said, Mrs. Ula's soul independence experiment had failed.
Not only that, but Sol also suspected that Mrs. Ula had suffered considerable pollution.
In those repeated "Kill me" phrases, he couldn't hear the existence of reason.
"Even if the resurrection experiment could create a suitable container, allowing Mrs. Ula's spiritual body to survive safely and for a long time, would Mrs. Ula, who was still contaminated, still be herself?"
Thinking of Mrs. Ula, who considered herself "Vinnie" and just a substitute, Sol couldn't help but ask.
"Is such a resurrection really a resurrection?"
Had Mentor Golsa considered this question?
"Definitely!"
Sol suppressed his complex feelings and continued to ask Penny, "But I need to conduct a spiritual body transfer experiment, which is a life-or-death task. Do you have any way to allow the consciousness in my hand to resist the manipulation of the residual thoughts in the corpse?"
Sol looked at Penny, his eyes narrowed, which was also considered his first test for it.
Penny seemed to feel this pressure, and it couldn't help but vibrate its wings and fly half a circle before quickly landing.
"That consciousness is completely controlled by you, it is your warrior, you need to give him weapons and armor."
Sol hadn't thought about this point, and he became a little interested, "Consciousness can also be armed?"
Penny said cautiously, "Consciousness cannot be changed at will, their form is as pure as possible. But you can arm a layer of energy on their outside, your reserves of those soul fragments are sufficient."
"I understand what you mean, use energy to wrap the protected person and resist external intrusions. Hiss… then can I use this method to solve the container's rejection problem?"
"This… I'm afraid not."
"Yeah," Sol came up with an explanation himself, "The physical body will worsen the rejection reaction because of the energy attached to the consciousness."
Using a human body as a container is really troublesome! It's not suitable if it's not your original soul consciousness.
Herman said that he would also feel slight rejection when entering his corpse, which should be because his body was already disfigured, and his spiritual consciousness had been modified by Sol's diary.
So now the two have irreconcilable contradictions and can only temporarily live a superficial harmonious life of sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams.
"Now we are back to square one. Why can my soul be accommodated by this body without any rejection?"
Not only that, after experiencing the ordeal of soul separation, Sol was now using this body more and more smoothly.
However, through Penny's reminder, Sol also had a guess: the unrecallable history he had experienced had added a protective film to his soul, which prevented others from exploring his past and also prevented the body from distinguishing whether the soul was its original one.
At first, this body awkwardly agreed to the entry of a soul from another world.
Later, it would occasionally test Sol, the new soul.
However, such testing also alerted Sol.
After experiencing two wizard body modifications, this body is now completely in the shape of the new Sol!
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