They have studied Dariel's ability, and Dariel did not resist, and even enjoyed it, not caring that he was actually killed by the crew of the Unicorn.

Perhaps, in his opinion, it was much better than letting him play alone with himself forever.

Because he suffered huge trauma and his ontology had actually been destroyed, his power was greatly reduced. He could no longer create illusions that made others fall into it and could no longer easily drag people into dreams, but his mental power was still enough to bypass any barrier, invade any network, and leave no trace.

Theoretically, as long as it is connected to the network, no matter how it is encrypted or what form it is used, it cannot escape its "eyes".

But Dariel has a fatal weakness—he is easily distracted.

Just like a puppy chasing a butterfly happily on the grass, he may be attracted by another butterfly every minute and completely forget his original goal.

Bertram never forbids him from using his abilities and allows him to run around the star net. He just warned him not to destroy anything at will because of this, and it is best not to be discovered.

Bertram never thought of using his abilities. In his eyes, Dariel, who had spent many years alone in the sea of ​​nothingness, was just a child just like the body he had transformed. This time, if Dariel had not volunteered to say that he would definitely help, Bertram would not have let him join the team.

As one of the researchers, Terry knew that Dariel's mental power... in a sense, like a morphometer, could simulate data in the network he wanted to connect or invade, lurking perfectly in it, even splitting into many, scattering to different places.

But Terry never thought that one day, he would try his best to learn Dariel's unique skill in the shortest time.

Dariel actually taught him - he was happy to teach anyone his skills so that they could accompany him to travel freely on the star network, but unfortunately, this skill really requires considerable talent.

Is may be able to do it, but his interest in the real world is much greater than the online world he thinks is "a messy look at the headache".

Nana should be able to do it too, after she mastered her own strength more skillfully.

Nana...

The mage suddenly remembered that Nana's consciousness once pulled him into her dream... although she actually did it unintentionally.

She was still young at that time, less than a year after she came out of the egg. For a while, she liked to squat on his head. That made him flattered, and even if his neck was sore, he would try to maintain balance.

One day, when he fell asleep on the recliner while he was sleeping and trying to tell himself that he could not let Nana fall even if he fell asleep, he dreamed of Nana's dream.

The wizard's awakening made him realize that it was just a dream. Of course, he thought it was his dream at that time. Although even in the dream, he was a little confused about why he suddenly dreamed of the ground full of dazzling crystals and gems... a tree like a huge roasted lamb leg, and there were equally huge rolling under the tree, feeling like various balls of candy. There were castles built up by various small snacks on the hillside in the distance. Even the birds flying in the sky were as burnt yellow and fragrant as the ones just brought out from the oven.

Whether it is gems, lamb legs or candy, it is obviously not his hobby.

Then at dinner that day, Nana excitedly mentioned her dream—a wonderful world full of her favorite food.

Only then did Terry realize that he probably had entered Nana's dream.

Ed said that he was probably pulled in by Nana. The little guy is very capable but has not learned to control it well. It occasionally affects the people around him, and they actually don’t know how to teach Nana to control her power.

They really didn't know much about her, so they could only explore and raise her well.

Terry was not sure if Nana knew that there was another consciousness in her dream, but now, when she recalled the feeling at that time, she vaguely felt that he might be able to enter the consciousness of Naden in the same way... When Nana, who was sleeping until she drooled, she seemed to be curious about what Nana dreamed of.

That's some kind of connection?

Since his consciousness can collide with the mental power of the Naden people, is it possible that it is possible that a similar "connection" will be brought into their "connection"?

That world, which should be composed of the consciousness of countless people, is actually not much different from "dream".

Involving the soul, any attempt to be the most cautious is the boldest adventure, but he must give it a try.

He tried to meet the Naden's sight again, or the sight of others - he believed that the one he had discovered was not the only exception.

At the same time, he thought carefully about what these Nadens were thinking at this moment.

That of course...how to get out of here, right?

The mage no longer puts his urgent expectation to escape from here. Icabbard once said that strong emotions are sometimes a kind of power... So he lets those emotions burst out, even if that makes it difficult for him to remain calm.

He turned his eyes desperately, searching for every Naden person he could see in his field of vision, especially women. At first he tried to hide or disguise himself while "going online", and even remembered to try to use two or three spells to protect his consciousness... but he didn't care about so much.

He felt almost all his soul had made a sound, and he shouted loudly in silence: "Look at me!"

But he never received a response.

He didn't know how long he had worked hard, but he gradually exhausted. At one moment, he found in horror that he could no longer feel the existence of his body, as if his body had become an unconscious stone, and his soul was still trapped in it.

An indescribable panic spread in numbness, and he began to feel his soul as if it was burning to the last candlelight, a little bit dimmed.

He was actually not so afraid of death. His life was more exciting than most people, and he didn't even really belong to this world... He was originally an outsider from another time.

However, I died so inexplicably that I didn’t even know who the enemy was, so I was still very unwilling to accept it.

His vision became smaller and smaller, as if his eyelids were drooping uncontrollably. He could only barely maintain the last bit of soberness and still tried his best to extend his "tennis" out.

In a trance, it seemed as if a faint wind was blowing by, and he was like a dead leaf that could not help but blown into the air.

Then, the breeze suddenly turned into a violent storm, pulling him in all directions, and irresistibly swept him into the violent hurricane.

It felt like it was hitting the thick ice layer, and it was quickly cut into pieces by countless ice blades. Terry woke up and struggled instinctively, but could not resist the huge power at all.

Countless emotions that did not belong to him also rushed into his soul that seemed to be broken into pieces at that moment.

Anger, hatred, panic and despair hit the mage's extremely fragile soul heavily.

This is really beyond his ability to bear it.

He was sure he was screaming, but he couldn't hear his voice at all, but he could hear countless scoldings, curses, and cries...

He heard Taisi and the others talk about the "ghost cry" in Fenglin City, and he himself heard the terrifying sounds of the roaring wind when it swept across the reefs on the desolate island. But now these sounds do not seem to be in his ears, but as if they were pouring into his body and then thrust him into an explosion.

At this moment, he almost hoped that he would "died" a little faster.

However, even he himself did not know why, and he still did not give up. Even though his soul could hardly be condensed, every bit of fragment that dispersed was still trying to escape.

He tried his best to stretch out, not thinking about what he was like at this moment. He stretched out countless "tennis" without any knowledge, each of which was waving wildly, trying to catch something.

When he seemed to touch something solid enough, rather than dancing in the wind, he tried his best to stick himself over, no matter how much "self" there was left.

The next moment, he was dragged suddenly, squeezed through a passage with a strange texture, as if he had been swallowed into the throat of some monster, and as if he was born again... with difficulty.

He fell into some warm and quiet place.

Quiet, but not calm, as if there was an undercurrent circling, waiting to completely swallow him, but it was always better than the crazy hell outside.

For a while, he just collapsed there, like a jellyfish left from the water, shrinking into a sticky and soft ball, his consciousness was blank, but nothing really came to swallow him. Instead, there was something quite soft and poked him gently.

He was still motionless - he had no strength at all, and like a pool of water seeping into the soil, his whole body slowly sinking and sinking towards chaos and nothingness.

“…Terry.”

A voice softly penetrated into his soul:
Chapter completed!