Chapter 344 Pollution and Lines
“So beautiful! Brother Sol… *slurp slurp*… Looks so delicious!”
The Nightmare Butterfly flew back to Sol the moment the 'Galaxy' appeared, and its usually cute and sweet voice even contained a slightly hoarse, obsessive tone.
Sol was a little strange.
Wasn't the Nightmare Butterfly supposed to feed on dreams?
After raising a Nightmare Butterfly, Sol began to study Heywood's research notes on Nightmare Butterflies.
He was indeed Golsa's most accomplished apprentice. In Penny's opinion, many of his summaries of Nightmare Butterfly habits were correct.
One of which was that the Nightmare Butterfly's main diet was not the soul, as Sol had originally guessed.
It feeds on dreams, especially memories.
And the more intense the emotional fluctuations in the dream and memories, the more they help the Nightmare Butterfly accumulate power.
Therefore, people who have encountered Nightmare Butterflies often do not have a good ending.
The more tragic the experience, the deeper the fear, the more it can help the Nightmare Butterfly grow.
Looking at it this way, Penny was born with a proper villain script. If it weren't for avoiding Kismet's pursuit, she probably wouldn't have stayed quietly in a small town for so many years.
“After being caught by the diary, Penny hasn't left me. Has it been feeding during this time?”
Now, thinking back to Penny's voice just now… was it starving?
Sol glanced at the silver butterfly's wings and decided to go back and ask her. Then, he continued to approach the starlight-like fragments of souls.
He still didn't understand why the soul fragments here were glowing. This also made him even more curious about what might exist at the bottom of the sea.
Behind the starlight was an illuminated arched structure.
Using the light, Sol saw the huge dragon bones and the inverted bottom of a ship.
This should be the shipwreck Byron was talking about.
Continuing to approach, he brushed past the “starlight”.
Sol had no romantic cells. He opened his hands, instantly transforming into huge, transparent tentacles with suction cups.
He was embracing the galaxy.
Or rather, devouring the galaxy.
The white light, which could easily pass through solid objects, was devoured the moment it touched the tentacles.
The suction cups turned into mouths with greedy tongues, sucking and devouring all the soul fragments they could touch.
No one had ever dared to absorb soul fragments so roughly. Even the mad Byron could only carefully analyze these strange soul fragments when he encountered them, and he didn't dare to try to absorb them directly.
Untreated soul fragments contain some memories of the original owner's life and death.
Fragmented, scarce, but as difficult to remove as a bone spur, unless resources are spent on decontamination and purification for certain experiments to obtain clean and usable fragments.
This is why so many soul fragments accumulate in the candle pipes of the wizard tower.
Like a garbage mountain, although it can be recycled, it is often costly and laborious.
The effort and the reward don't match.
But Sol is different. With the diary's purification ability, he is like a whale devouring plankton, accepting everything.
The moment those white soul fragments were swallowed into Sol's tentacles, they turned into huge amounts of energy, filling his body.
Along with it came the many impurities wrapped in the soul fragments.
However, these impurities were not absorbed cleanly by the diary as they had been in the past.
Before Sol could realize what was happening, he was pinned in place by a strong impact.
He felt as if his skull had been lifted open, and piles of broken images were being dumped inside.
Countless fragmented images were accompanied by piercing sounds.
There was despair, sadness, pain, anger, fear…
Even more chaotic was that the images and the attached sounds were usually not original. It was like playing a gunfight soundtrack while watching a horror movie.
Emphasizing the word “chaos”!
This feeling made people dizzy.
Almost instantly, Sol forgot where he was, what he was about to do, what he had just been thinking, and what he was looking forward to…
After the initial daze, there was immense fear. But the fear was fleeting.
What ended everything was a huge sense of loneliness that made his whole body tremble.
Loneliness, dead silence.
It was even more lonely than when Sol had just flown over the sea, when the sea and sky eroded each other, leaving only black, white, and gray emptiness around him.
Sol's sinking motion completely stopped.
The transparent tentacles, after absorbing many glowing soul fragments, also began to emit light.
But the spiritual armor around him, which had been trembling due to the water pressure, instantly became solid.
However, the abundance of energy was accompanied by a crisis of consciousness.
In the circle of light, Sol faintly felt that those glowing soul fragments were actually starting to actively drill into his body, further intensifying the chaos in his mind.
So, image after image, sound cutting off sound, Sol's external body seemed to have turned into a stone statue, unable to move; the inner consciousness was undergoing a huge shock.
The chaotic feeling brought to him by absorbing a large number of soul fragments this time was even more terrifying than his first time courting death with a wizard body modification experiment.
But in the increasingly intense pain, Sol gradually woke up.
He felt that he should feel pain in such chaos, but his brain unexpectedly shielded the negative interference.
His eyeballs suddenly rolled back completely, and the external images immediately retreated from his consciousness.
Now he could only see the impurities brought by those soul fragments in his mind.
The chaotic sound and image impact was therefore even more intense!
Every second felt like a year.
However, Sol, with a clear consciousness, gradually saw a line in these fragmented sounds and images.
A line that runs through everything.
This line connects all the fragments.
Mysteriously, Sol felt that as long as he found the end of the line and gently lifted it, he would find that everything was in order, and the chaos was only because the breadth of cognition was not enough.
The sounds, images, or the experiences of the dead would be arranged in a set order.
And as long as Sol shook that line, he could make the things connected on the line play out according to his ideas.
Now, in the chaotic scene in front of Sol, a line is becoming clearer and clearer.
Sol stretched out his hand—in his cognition, he stretched out his hand—trying to touch the thin line hidden in the many consciousnesses.
He felt like he was about to touch that line.
But when his fingertips were only one millimeter away from the thin line, all the images, sounds, and the thin line that was close at hand disappeared in an instant.
Sol suddenly came to his senses and found himself still in the deep sea.
He was standing on the bottom of the shipwreck, with one hand stretched forward.
And around him, there were still soul fragments floating like fireflies.
“Brother Sol! Brother Sol! What's wrong with you?”
The silver butterfly flew to Sol's face, with a hint of worry in its voice.
And Little Zao, who had transformed into a propeller, also stretched its head in front of Sol, gently biting Sol's arm with its shark-like teeth.
It was also trying to wake Sol up.
Sol, who had come back to his senses, didn't have time to comfort the two little pets when he felt like his lungs were about to explode!
The huge sense of suffocation, accompanied by the fear of dying, instantly occupied the main working area of his brain.
Must float up immediately!
The body of a wizard apprentice can hold its breath for a long time, but that doesn't mean they don't need to breathe.
In fact, they, who consume a lot of energy, actually need more air.
Now Sol has accidentally reached the critical point of suffocation that his body can withstand.
Must float up immediately!
He thought again.
But just as he was about to step on the shipwreck and float to the surface, he felt an unusual magical fluctuation coming from under his feet.
Sol looked down.
With just one glance, he locked onto a few gray stones in the gaps of the rotten planks.
Although the gray stones were no different from the other stones on the seabed, Sol, who was extremely sensitive to mental power, quickly distinguished that the magical fluctuations he had just felt were emanating from these small stones.
Sol pointed to the cracks in the wood.
The Nightmare Butterfly was still at a loss, but Little Zao had already rushed over.
The worry for Sol just now turned into a huge bite force. With a *kengchi* sound, it swallowed all the gray stones, along with the surrounding rotten wood, into its mouth.
Then, without waiting for Sol's instructions, Little Zao transformed into a propeller again, sending Sol out of the seabed.
“Cough cough cough cough…”
Although he had floated up as quickly as possible within the range of his body's tolerance, Sol still failed to hold on to the end.
He choked hard on a few mouthfuls of bitter and fishy seawater, and a burning pain came from his nasal cavity and throat.
At this time, a white light shone on Sol's body. It was a 0th-level wizardry spell, Minor Wound Healing.
Sol paddled while looking up, seeing Senior Byron standing on the reef, frowning and watching him with concern.
“Pfft.” He wiped the seawater off his face and showed an embarrassed smile, “I was careless just now and almost messed up.”
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