Therefore, faced with Polo Ye’s inquiry, the Observer could only decide for himself.
The Observer wished to remain uninvolved or outright refuse, but that was clearly not viable for the situation. Moreover, aside from other factors, the Observer himself also think this is a fitting opportunity.
They might also use this opportunity to escape.
The Observer pondered seriously for a moment, and finally nodded, agreeing to Polo Ye’s proposal.
Although he hadn’t asked Angel’s opinion yet, based on Angel’s previous mysterious attitude toward Polo Ye, Angel seemed quite interested in Polo Ye... in a derogatory sense.
Though it was unclear what Angel intended to do with Polo Ye, the Observer had a hunch that Angel wouldn’t refuse Polo Ye’s request.
Even if it ultimately failed, causing Polo Ye’s external aid not to enter the Green Pattern Domain Field, he could find other excuses. For example, external attraction suppressed his ability to manipulate the twisted realm.
So, he agreed.
After receiving a definite answer, Polo Ye immediately moved to the side to communicate with the Lord of the City’s Divine Thought.
The Observer glanced at Angel and silently withdrew his gaze.
He felt inexplicably calm, a kind of calmness that usually meant nothing significant. However, at this point in time, feeling calm seemed quite strange.
Logically, now should be a time of anxiety or a time when danger signs are everywhere.
When things take an unusual turn, there must be something amiss.
"Hopefully, it’s just my imagination..." the Observer murmured.
...
The scenes Angel saw were increasing in number, and some scenes even possessed traits difficult to observe. It was clearly impossible to leave a mark by memory alone for such scenes.
He could only ignore those and search for what he could remember.
There was actually quite a lot of content that could be remembered. However, even if he managed to memorize them, Angel estimated it would be challenging to fully bring them back.
It’s not that the memory itself is difficult, but some things shouldn’t appear in the physical world.
For example, a flat creature that enters a three-dimensional world and sees a three-dimensional structure, such as a sphere. When this flat creature returns to the flat world, it cannot reproduce the entire sphere on the flat plane. Even the memory of the sphere might gradually be erased due to the different dimensions.
Angel was actually in a similar situation, having a Karmic Affinity to enter such a Chaowei view, observing the birth of disordered things, seeing some indescribable, intuitive idealistic structures.
But his view could not persist forever, as he was a human living in the physical world.
When he returns to the physical world, he might remember more than just the scenes of the physical world; the higher dimensional information and structures might be remembered but unreproducible, or perhaps entirely blocked.
Therefore, Angel judged that even if he truly memorized them, bringing them back to reality would be difficult.
Still, he continued to memorize them, for he had other secret weapons.
The reason information cannot enter reality is due to dimensional differences, but if he returns to higher dimensions, will these memorized things reappear in his mind?
Others might never be able to enter higher dimensions in their entire lives, but Angel was different; he had at least two methods.
First, Wang Wang’s transit, suspected to be moving in higher dimensions. Second, when enough energy is absorbed by the Eye of the Sky, it might carry Angel’s thoughts to places of higher dimensions. That’s how Angel learned about The Gate of Void initially.
Beyond these two methods, Angel felt that using Special Energy to activate The Gate of Void might also count as moving in higher dimensions?
Because there are multiple methods to enter higher dimensions, Angel was willing to memorize those structures clearly unsuitable for reality. Even if he forgets them in reality, he can find a way to enter higher dimensions to recall them.
After repeated attempts, he was bound to leave a true mark in his heart eventually.
Angel’s observations became deeper and more fascinating.
At the birth of disordered things, to others, it looked like a dangerous Nest, but in Angel’s view, it was a treasure trove erupting.
Almost all information was valuable.
Every structure could transform into a cornerstone for Angel’s future pursuit of the mysterious road.
For a Wizard seeking to advance to the mysterious Alchemy level, this was a feast unrivaled.
Angel enjoyed the entire Feast.
Even though he might not remember the taste of every "dish," at least he saw the "dishes" and imbibed the "freshness." With this experience, he wouldn’t be clueless when he starts his own feast.
Time continued to flow.
Suddenly, part of the shell fell again. Now, over eighty percent of the exposed Mysterious Fruit was shown.
Under these circumstances, the leaked structural information and the high-dimensional reflections behind it were becoming more complex and harder to interpret.
But even so, Angel didn’t pause; he continued to absorb a flood of information like a sponge. Even though his brain was starting to swell slightly, overloaded, and bloodshot, he was unwilling to stop.
Given such a massive opportunity, with the right timing and harmony of people, he truly didn’t want to waste it.
...
While Angel persisted in absorbing more knowledge, the outside world was undergoing new changes.
Because the fruit exposure exceeded 80%, both attractiveness and pulling forces intensified again. The surge in attractiveness was considerable; even under the dual protection of the twisted realm and Green Pattern Domain Field, gaps began to appear.
However, for now, both the Observer and Polo Ye could still endure it.
Due to the "Safety Zone" protection, they paid more attention to the pulling forces than to attractiveness.
Fortunately enough, the pulling force of the Mysterious Fruit wasn’t especially strong, though it expanded from a few hundred meters to about a thousand meters. Still, it remained within a manageable range as long as Spatial Energy didn’t collapse; there were ways to contain it.
Although the rhythm of disorder hadn’t yet threatened them, another matter genuinely posed a threat.
It was the contraction of the safety zone.
Precisely, the twisted realm was constantly shrinking.
Previously, the space was quite spacious, enough for Polo Ye to pace around inside. But now, the twisted realm was becoming smaller and smaller, almost a human-sticking distance.
Forget pacing – now Polo Ye found even extending his eight octopus tentacles wasn’t enough space.