Without the presence of other personalities, and confirming that the second personality was created by a Mysterious Object, it was clear that this first personality had to be the primary one.
“Is he unable to leave the Wilderness of Dreams because of the Gatekeeper’s authority?” Sanders asked.
Angel nodded: “The Gatekeeper can control and restrict the permission of foreign entities to enter and leave the Wilderness of Dreams.”
“However, this restriction also has its limits. According to Frode’s tests, if the trapped consciousness in the Wilderness of Dreams is not a resident of the Dream Realm but a living person, a perfect fetter cannot be achieved. Excessive stimulation from the outside world or a wizard versed in Dream Technique could call the living consciousness out of the Wilderness of Dreams.”
“In the outside world, Rolando is trapped in the Geometric Lock, so for now, there’s no need to worry about this primary personality escaping.” Sanders paused for a moment: “Now, it’s time to go and meet him.”
Sanders stepped forward, while Angel remained hidden in the Mist, not ready to reveal his identity.
At this time, Rolando was still confused about where exactly he was. Was it a dream, or was it reality?
As he pondered in complete confusion, he saw a nightmarish figure, cutting through the Mist and slowly striding towards him.
Rolando’s eyes instantly bulged with shock: “Illusion, Illu… Lord Illusion Demon.”
…
Even though Rolando was now the primary personality, years of influence from the blackened personality had gradually made his actions akin to those of the blackened personality.
After a period of confusion and panic, he gradually calmed down.
Even though he didn’t know why the famous War God of the Southern Domain, Sanders, would be in cahoots with Suise, he understood why Sanders had come to find him.
In his evasion and placation when dealing with Sanders, he also observed this world more closely.
During this process, he discovered something: this place indeed had certain characteristics of a dream, but he wasn’t sure if it was a dream realm.
However, one thing he was certain of, it seemed like Sanders’ abilities had disappeared here?
Or rather, not just Sanders, but also his own abilities.
In reality, Rolando could clearly feel the terrifying oppression from Sanders, but here, apart from feeling an even denser scent of blood from Sanders, he didn’t feel anything else.
Since he didn’t feel the suppression of strength, then what was there to fear from facing Sanders?
Rolando’s thoughts turned, and his eyes were also spinning. He was on the right track with his thinking, but ultimately, he wasn’t the perfect blackened personality; his considerations were not comprehensive.
In this domain, even if Sanders couldn’t use his powers from the real world, that didn’t mean he had no way of making Rolando speak.
Sanders said nothing but took a Magic Rune Scroll from his person.
The Magic Rune Scroll glimmered with a faint light, and upon seeing this, Rolando paused…
“This is… Illusion Hypnosis?” Rolando’s eyes bulged.
Rolando’s mind was thrown into chaos, and he hadn’t figured out: wasn’t this place supposed to have the characteristics of a dream? Why would there be a Magic Rune Scroll?!
It wasn’t until Rolando entered a dazed state that Angel emerged from the Mist, muttering, “Didn’t you get a lot of tools from Frode? You could have given him a good beating first, then used hypnosis.”
“That would only be a waste of time.” Sanders said flatly, “I’m ready to start questioning.”