After a busy spell, Klein unlocked the bedroom door he had bolted from the inside and looked into the living room. Danitz was sprawled in the rocking chair, snoring loudly.
Although he had heard the noise earlier, Klein couldn't help but complain inwardly: "It's only three in the afternoon! "Has this guy completely let himself go now that he doesn't have to monitor the radio?"
On second thought, a smile gradually appeared on his face. He felt this suited his needs perfectly.
The premise for him maintaining a clear mind in a dream was someone invading his consciousness. Normally, when he simply dreamed, he was still in a daze. In other words, relying solely on himself, he couldn't conduct experiments, after all, he didn't know "psychological suggestion."
So, his plan was to use an external ability to enter someone else's dream, allowing him to stay lucid, just like a Nightmare.
He had originally planned to go out for a walk and find a suitable target, but Danitz was posing so perfectly that one couldn't help but want to kick him.
No, to give it a try... Klein corrected his thoughts.
He considered it but decided against using a "Dream Charm." Because the ancient name for Sequence 7 "Pyromaniac" was "Fire Mage," and Danitz's spirituality wasn't low. Once the incantation to pry open natural forces was whispered aloud, he would inevitably wake up. As for whether he could dodge effectively in time, that was a different matter.
After deliberation, Klein took out another item he had prepared. It was a dark, profound, gem-like jelly. It was the Beyonder characteristic left behind by the "Nightmare."
It could be utilized in a preliminary way, just like the "
Klein held the dark "gem" and extended his spirituality.
Before his eyes, an illusory, deep darkness quickly spread, filling his entire field of vision. Everything that existed here was enveloped by it, including Danitz in the rocking chair.
There was no longer a human form there, only a hazy oval orb of light.
Klein immediately extended his spirituality over and touched it.
Without any warning, various scenes around him surged chaotically, rapidly flickering, and finally settled on a ship that was several dozen meters long. It had both a tall chimney spewing smoke and huge, hanging sails spread wide. The deck was polished extremely bright, reflecting a golden coin-like color under the sun.
Danitz was standing under the main cannon, arms crossed over his chest, leisurely supervising the sailors, shouting loudly from time to time: "Wipe that spot again! "Dog shit, do you want to copy the Ancient Feysac dictionary?"
"This guy is quite impressive on the *Golden Dream*..." Klein ignored the master of the dream, flew to the other side of the ship himself, found a secluded spot, landed on the deck, and prepared to test his inspiration.
What he planned to test was very simple. While awake in a dream, if he recited the honorific name of "The Fool," would it be effective? Could he detect the prayer himself?
"If so, Miss Justice could use this method to seek help if she encounters danger in the collective subconscious..." Klein flexed the muscles in his back, his expression gradually turning serious. He spoke in a low voice:
"The Fool that does not belong to this era;
"The Mysterious Ruler above the
...
As the
It doesn't work? Klein frowned, analyzing whether it really didn't work or if something was wrong somewhere.
"Hmm... the recitation in the dream wasn't actually spoken aloud. Relying solely on Hermes is indeed not enough... To achieve the effect of a prayer through silent recitation, one needs Ancient Hermes or another language that can pry open natural forces. It's just like that state when I'm copying down my bearer account password..." Klein nodded slightly and cautiously began to recite his honorific name in Ancient Hermes.
He wasn't afraid of this causing an accident, but rather worried that the pried-open natural forces would awaken "Flame" Danitz.
One by one, the phrases were uttered, and the three-part structure was quickly completed. Klein's ears suddenly echoed with layers of overlapping, illusory, and annoying prayers.
At that moment, Danitz's dream wavered. The *Golden Dream* quickly shattered into pieces.
Klein didn't stay. He immediately left this place and returned to the bedroom, arriving before Danitz woke up.
After seven or eight seconds, Danitz sat up in a daze and muttered with lingering fear: "Why did I dream of that madman, Gehrman Sparrow, causing trouble on the *Golden Dream*... "What a terrible thing! "Dog shit! I must be too worried about this kind of thing lately!"