Chapter 1879 - 1015: Truth and Deception (Part 2)
The old villager spoke directly.
"Baron Cyril..."
Lis said softly.
In fact, whether it was Baron Cyril or the Windsor Kingdom, Lis had not found any corresponding existence in the records left by the Neserel Magic Empire.
This means that this place should not be related to any major events that occurred with the Neserel Magic Empire.
Therefore, it should be a rather important place in this Great Arcanist’s memories.
A residence? Homeland? A dream sanctuary? Or some other significant place?
Lis asked about some other things, but the villager in front of him only knew about matters within the village, hardly anything beyond that.
He was sweating profusely, afraid Lis would blame him.
Seeing this, Lis did not say much else.
This Dream Space is simulated quite realistically; these villagers should be thinking with normal cognition.
From his mouth, one cannot gather more information.
Lis extended his spiritual power as far as possible around him, noticing that the further he got from the village, the environment became shrouded in a kind of hazy fog.
It was as if the entire world was gradually becoming blurry.
Thus, the center of this Dream Space should be the village in front of Lis.
Lis simultaneously tried to use Mage’s Hand to touch the body of the villager in front of him.
But the results were not unexpected to Lis; the Mage’s Hand formed by his Magic Power passed directly through the villagers’ bodies.
Just like the attacks coming towards Lis, they all passed through the villagers’ bodies without any effect.
Thinking it over, Lis decided to try a different approach, reaching out to touch a child nearby.
His right hand rubbed the body of a little boy standing still and obediently, and while feeling surprised, Lis also caught a glimpse of Spirit Light.
Although the existence of Dream Space does not truly exist according to Material World standards.
Yet in the Dream Space, what is constructed, no matter how peculiar, is truly existent in this dream.
The villagers in front of him should be such a case.
But if this is true, then the various attacks faced by Lis seem incorrect.
Unless, this is the unique Rules of this Dream!
The villagers are "real" existences, which means the attacks Lis is enduring are "illusory" to them.
The magic used by Lis is the same.
Then, the reason why he can feel these attacks, could it be...
At this time, Lis stood still, surrounded by layers upon layers of clear and transparent Magic Shield.
He did not rush to act, his brows were furrowed, and his brain raced to deduce the possible rules of this Dream Space.
All the attacks sustained constantly made him feel doubt, and to thoroughly understand the hidden aspects, Lis contemplated in silence for a moment, a glimpse of decision flashing through his eyes.
He cautiously manipulated the flow of internal Magic Power, carefully tearing open a tiny gap in the tightly sealed Magic Shield around him.
The slit was narrow, barely allowing a slight attack to penetrate, but enough for him to truly feel the incoming attack with his body.
In the next instant, a tiny stone suddenly shot from the wall not far away, the stone enveloped in faint spiritual power, arriving at high speed.
The stone broke through the air, puncturing the Shield’s gap with precision, without any resistance, landing heavily on Lis’s right hand.
The expected slight impact did not occur, but instead came a piercing, excruciating pain, instantly spreading from the right hand to every limb and bone.
The intense pain violently shocked Lis’s nerves, causing even his fingertips to tremble slightly.
He lowered his head and looked, his gaze deep.
Only to see a gruesome, massive wound carved across his right palm, skin and flesh turned out, fibrous textures interwoven, vivid blood incessantly dripping through his fingers, staining the ground with scarlet marks.
The villager in front saw this, his expression changing suddenly, extremely frightened.
How did this noble lord get hurt?
Who did this?
Our village is doomed!
Lis ignored the villager who was scaring himself, concentrating on the wound on his right hand.
Warm blood continuously flowed out, pain so real it bordered on extreme.
Every inch of the wound transmitted sharp, tearing pain, with not a trace of illusion.
Lis was not at all flustered, activating Magic Power to heal.
Gentle Healing Magic instantly surrounded the wound on his right hand, warm Magic Power slowly seeping into the flesh.
But almost immediately, his brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of astonishment arose in his heart.
The Healing Magic, which should have quickly repaired the injury and smoothed the wound, had completely lost all effectiveness in that instant.
The gentle healing force falling on the wound was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any ripple.
It neither stopped the flowing blood nor alleviated the piercing pain.
The horrific wound still persisted in the palm, showing no signs of healing.
This bizarre situation was something Lis had never encountered before.
He cleared away all distractions, completely calmed his mind, and focused intently on examining the wound on his right hand and the surrounding Magic Power fluctuations.
He repeatedly sensed the origin of the wound, discarded the appearances visible to the naked eye, and gradually noticed something amiss.
This wound wasn’t truly caused by the stone.
This seemed to be... a wound spreading out from within his body out of thin air.
Countless tiny clues rapidly linked together in his mind, the reasons behind all past attacks, the villagers’ special circumstances, the ineffectiveness of Healing Magic—all converged, and Lis suddenly understood.
All attacks in this realm were, in essence, illusions without any real destructive power.
The rice fields, village, insects, and other assailants—all were illusory shadows within this Dream Space.
The most terrifying method of this Dream’s space was likely its alteration of self-perception and deceiving the body.
Through illusions, it constructs scenarios of injury, interfering with others’ senses and bodily recognition.
So long as those within confirm internally that they are harmed and feel the pain, the body will conform to this false recognition, spawning corresponding real injuries from nothing.
In other words, all pain and injuries were not caused by external factors, but created by oneself as a victim of deception.
Indeed, this deserves to be the Dream Space of a Great Arcanist, doesn’t it?
Even as a Demigod, Lis initially failed to notice anything amiss.
To be able to deceive his perception, this is undoubtedly one of the Great Arcanist’s strongest techniques.
After a brief moment, Lis quickly sorted out more information about the rules of this Dream Space.
This technique should not be omnipotent, existing with corresponding limitations.
In order for occupants to fail to notice flaws instantly and quickly comprehend core rules, the Dream Space cannot perform overly outrageous deception, nor can it directly alter recognition to cause spontaneous death.
All harm must rely on virtually transformed attacks as a carrier, allowing the deception to have a semblance of logic, maintaining sufficient authenticity.
If serious injuries or death manifested spontaneously without cause, the falsity would be too glaring, instantly exposed, causing the arcane technique to lose its effectiveness completely.
After identifying the issues with this Dream Space, Lis devised a response.
That is to recognize true "reality," avoiding deception by the Dream Space swindling the body again.
However, this requires time.
As this is a special arcane spell from the Great Arcanist, even if Lis has figured out the underlying principles, the body is still very likely to be deceived by the Dream Space.
He needs time to adapt and adjust.
After finding a solution, Lis did not rush, strolling through the village and surrounding farmlands.
He was searching for the core of this Dream Space.
Given this Dream Space’s realism, there is a probability that the Great Arcanist’s consciousness is retained, perhaps quite complete.
After a while, having toured the entire village and farmlands, Lis arrived at the fields near the village entrance.
In the field before him, a small boy lay asleep.
Lis tapped the shoulder of the little boy and directly said:
"Awaken, Great Arcanist, sir."