A normal trialist like Seer or Gray? Or a nightmare incarnation like the old witch?
If the identity of a normal trialist is a path provided to ordinary people, then the nightmare incarnation is equivalent to a hidden path specifically for professionals and those who have mastered a certain amount of dream knowledge.
The old witch soup in front of him was the 'special prop' that opened the hidden route. From this pot of soup, Anvis obtained more fragmentary information related to another road.
There is no difference between the two approaches, but the focus and process are different.
If a normal trialist wants to reach the end and obtain inheritance, he must face different tests and try his best to pass these tests.
Every time a test is successfully passed, the tester's strength will be improved, which includes not only the power infusion of the dream rules itself into the passer, but also some special items obtained during the test.
Trialists who successfully pass three tests will be eligible to obtain the title of senior trialist and gain partial authority over the entire dream world.
Even if they were just ordinary people before, after successfully reaching this point, their own strength is enough to compete with fourth-level professionals in the dream.
But starting from the third time, the terrifying existence they faced during the clearance process changed from a self-aware aggregation of dream operation rules to the incarnation of other people who took the nightmare path [Nightmare Spirit].
Like the Trialists, the Nightmare Spirits are also divided into different levels. However, their main way to upgrade is not to kill the Trialists, but to devour other Nightmare Spirits.
After killing an ordinary trialist in a dream, the nightmare spirit can randomly obtain about half of the power and authority fragments. But if it devours other nightmare spirits, it can inherit more than 90% of the opponent's power.
Theoretically, if it can devour other people of the same kind infinitely, then the Nightmare Spirit can become extremely powerful in a short time, and even quickly gain complete control over the entire dream, and successfully acquire inheritance.
Trialists improve at a slower rate, but they also have an advantage, that is, in each trial, they will be protected by dream power for a certain number of times, and the power of nightmare spirits will be partially suppressed accordingly, and there will be no 100%
A certain death situation.
Looking at the soup as dark as night in the cauldron, Anvis pondered for a moment.
It seems that the Nightmare Spirit's route seems to be more suitable for him.
But is that really the case?
It's very simple. If the nightmare path is really as good as the information, then someone should have acquired the inheritance long ago since this dream world exists.
And the test of this world still exists, which only means that so far, all those who have chosen the nightmare path have not succeeded.
Anvis doesn't think that in the long years of existence of this dream world, no strong person will reach here. There must be some unknown flaw hidden in this route.
After a moment, he made a decision.
He plans to try both approaches.
This involves his own specialness, because he did not arrive here through normal means, but entered through random teleportation at the edge of the dream.
The number of dreams in the deep dream world is like the grains of sand in the desert. His ability to reach here is equivalent to entering a specific grain of sand without any instructions.
This is not even a coincidence, it is extremely close to a miracle.
This means that he does not have an official identity in this dream until he gets an 'identity certificate' himself. And if he can get one, he can also get another one.
To put it simply, he applied for a false certificate before, and now he is going to apply for another one, and then decides which one to present based on the situation.
After confirming the plan, Anvis carefully took out a spoonful of soup from the cauldron. Following his thoughts, the black water gradually deformed in mid-air, and finally turned into a rose like the night.
At the same time, with Anvis's actions, the cauldron in front of him lost the essence of its power and turned into little bubbles.
Valley pain
Catching the floating rose in mid-air, Anvis carefully pinned it into the breast pocket of the dress.
So, with Black Rose as the core, like a ball of ink spreading, the moon-white magic dress on his body was quickly dyed black. At the same time, a cold and desperate temperament quickly spread from him,
"This is my nightmare spirit form?"
He casually gathered a magic mirror in front of him, and Anvis looked at himself in the mirror.
Although he didn't make any move, the figure in the mirror showed him an evil smile.
"Don't you want to look in the mirror in your dream?"
Looking at the strange figure in the mirror, Anvis also showed a smile. After looking at each other for a while, the smile of the shadow in the mirror gradually shrank, and finally returned to expressionless.
This was a confrontation with anomalies in dreams. Anvis easily won and gained control of the reflection in the mirror, which was equivalent to his Nightmare Spirit talent skill.
After getting a little familiar with the abilities of the Nightmare Spirit, Anvis had a slight thought and restored himself to the status of a trialist.
Judging from the appearance, the jet black dress on his body turned moon white again, and the black rose on his chest turned into a silver gem brooch.
In these two states, Anvis could feel two different callings, which should be different trial scenes corresponding to the two identities, but he had not responded before.
He planned to try the tester's test first. After all, this one would be safer with the protection of novices.
And Anvis is also curious, what will a trial of his own look like?
As he actively responded to the call in his heart, wonderful changes occurred around him.
The magic mirror in front of him suddenly began to change on its own. The mirror surface began to deform and expand. Gorgeously carved pure gold edges appeared around the mirror surface, and eventually turned into a huge square floor-to-ceiling mirror that he had seen in Yuelin Castle.
His own figure was clearly reflected on the spotless mirror. Unlike the previous magic mirror, the reflection in this mirror was like looking into a mirror in reality, without any abnormality.
Following the invisible guidance of the dream world, Anvis slowly stretched out his hand towards the mirror, and the reflection in the mirror made the same move as him.
Finally, two hands wearing pure white gloves touched together.
In a flash of light, Anvis' figure suddenly disappeared in the mirror.
After an unknown amount of time, when he saw the surroundings clearly again, Anvis found that the surrounding scenes had become very familiar.
He is currently at the foot of the mountain at Yuelin Castle, in a field of hyacinths, rosemary and bluebells in full bloom.
A clear, nameless river flows out of the sunset forest on the side, gurgling through the vibrant wilderness and merging into the sapphire-like Olivendi Lake in the distance.
But what struck him most strangely was that there seemed to be another figure here that he was very familiar with.
"Chirp——(Fiona?)"
But soon, Anvis noticed something unusual. The sound he made was a little strange, and the surrounding flowers and plants were also unusually tall.
He lowered his head and looked at his body. He still had the moon-white magic dress and white gloves, but it didn't seem to be in human form.
Exposed above the gloves are limbs covered with white down.
Anvis walked a few steps forward and came to the stream. Reflected in the water was a strange rabbit wearing a dress but with pink eyes and long rabbit ears.