Free Web NovelChapter 64: Chapter 47: Dream Builder
Hmph.
"Well, it seems Mr. Sopea’s abilities aren’t all that great after all," Elise said, deliberately trying to get a rise out of him. "You can see the person’s footprints, but you can’t find where he hid the book?"
Sopea stressed, "I can only see footprints from within the last seven days!"
That was what frustrated him the most.
When he entered the library on the 3rd Floor of the Holy Hall and discovered the book was missing, he immediately followed the footprints. But to his surprise, the tracks led him to the entrance of the fourth floor. For a moment, he thought the person was trying to go to the fourth floor, but when he turned his head, he saw another set of footprints beside the first. The tracks changed from pairs to single prints.
Sopea didn’t know what kind of trick the person was playing, but he was certain all the footprints belonged to the same individual. So, he followed the single-file tracks back the way he came. But halfway through, the footprints vanished...
And they did so right under his nose, disappearing one by one in the direction he’d come from, like a crime scene being played in reverse.
The time that had passed since the person came to the library was exactly seven days!
In that instant, an image formed in Sopea’s mind: a person first went to the glass display case and saw the Book of Ancient Language. Then, seemingly unsatisfied, they tried to go to the fourth floor but failed. So they had to turn back and take the book from the third floor instead.
If only the footprints had lasted for one more minute, he could have followed them out of the library to see where the person took the book. Even if he couldn’t find the exact location, he would at least have a direction to search in.
But the person didn’t give him that chance.
"A book not returned in seven days can indeed be considered stolen," Elise said.
To Sean, it sounded like the way police declare a missing person. He asked, "There’s a rule like that?"
"Of course," Elise said. "Books borrowed from the library usually aren’t kept for more than three days. For an important book like one from a display case, even one day is a long time."
There’s only one copy, and everyone wants to read it. The more precious the knowledge, the less time each person gets to look through it.
This wasn’t a rule set by the Dawn Council, but one established by Blake when he founded the Hall of Truth. It’s even written on the wall. This was actually meant to train everyone’s Mental Power. In the same amount of time, how much you could remember was all up to your own ability.
Elvire and Elise had come to see Sopea this time to ask for the details of the theft, and also to see if Sopea would be willing to share some of his experience on how to gain the approval of the second-floor statue.
Sopea was willing. As a teacher, he was never one to hoard his knowledge. But this was one experience he couldn’t pass on, because he didn’t know how he had suddenly been able to enter the third floor either. He had just made his usual attempt yesterday and was unexpectedly transported to the third floor... In response to this, he could only tilt his head, look up at the statue, and say with a look of reverence:
"Perhaps my hard work moved Lord Blake."
Sean: ’Heh.’
’Moved him, my ass.’
’You’re lucky Lord Blake doesn’t just punch you twice for that roundabout insult.’
Elvire, on the other hand, glanced up at the statue and sighed softly to herself.
The statue hadn’t shown any sign of movement since the last time it blinked.
Elise asked Sopea a few more questions about the third floor. When they were about done talking, she shot Sean a look. "Didn’t you have something you wanted to ask Mr. Sopea for help with?"
Sopea: "Who?"
He looked at Sean as if just noticing him. "Oh, there are three of you this time. I didn’t even notice."
Sean: "?"
Sopea asked again, "Can you get to the third floor?"
Before Sean could answer, Elvire couldn’t hold it in anymore. "Are you done yet?"
She had been putting up with this old coot for a long time.
’He’s already so old and a Tier Five, is it really that amazing to get to the third floor?’
"Sean is only Tier Two," Elvire reminded him.
Sopea was taken aback. "Tier Two?"
’A Tier Two can get to the second floor of the Holy Sanctuary?’
Nearby, Koni also blinked in a daze, her small mouth slightly agape.
’This handsome guy is that amazing?’
After all this time, only now did Sopea finally give Sean a proper look. He carefully sized him up for a few moments, then nodded slightly like an old leader and commented, "Not bad. You have some of my flair from when I was young."
Sean: "..."
The two women: "..."
’You really are... utterly shameless, aren’t you.’
"But that’s still not enough," Sopea said calmly. "After all, you haven’t reached the third floor. If you want my help, you aren’t qualified yet."
Elvire was about to start cussing.
But before she could speak, Sopea added, "However, for the Flame Crow’s sake, I can have Koni help you."
In his eyes, no matter how much of a genius Sean was, he was still just a Tier Two. What kind of help could possibly require his personal intervention?
Even sending Koni was a bit of an overkill.
Although his student wasn’t very old, around the same age as Elvire, she was already a genuine Tier Four. Whether in Magic Power or Spiritual Strength, she far surpassed the Tier Two Sean. She was more than capable of being a Dream Builder for him.
Sopea guessed that Sean’s matter had to do with dreams; otherwise, there would be no reason to seek him out specifically.
Elvire looked at Sean, asking for his opinion.
Sean thought for a moment, then nodded. "That’s fine."
’They both cultivate dreams, so it doesn’t really matter who helps.’ freёwebnovel.com
’Besides, for someone as arrogant and condescending as Sopea to take on a student, it must mean this girl named Koni has great Talent. She’s probably no worse than Sopea was when he was Tier Four.’
"I won’t charge a fee. A Tier Two wouldn’t have anything good to offer anyway," Sopea said to Sean. "I have only one condition: this Dream Building must take place in Alola Town."
He had to ensure Koni’s safety.
"No problem. As it happens, I’m in the town right now." Sean turned to the young woman with a smile. "I’ll have to trouble you this time, Miss Koni. When are you free? Set a time and place, and I’ll come find you."
"You’re too kind, Mr. Sean. It’s no trouble at all." Koni finally had a chance to speak, her voice as ethereal and melodious as a nightingale’s. She hadn’t expected her teacher to entrust her with this important task. Gazing at Sean’s handsome features, she grew a little shy and smiled bashfully, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Let’s make the location the church. As for the time, I’m free whenever. Why don’t you tell me what kind of dream you need, Mr. Sean, so I can prepare?"
"A natural dream," Sean said.
Koni paused. "A natural dream?"
"Yes." Sean put his newly acquired knowledge to use, directly applying the concept of "Reshaper" he had just learned from Elvire. "To be honest with you, Miss Koni, I recover memories from my past life through dreams. But I can never seem to dream of the crucial parts, and I can’t even figure out my own identity. That’s why I wanted to ask a Wizard who cultivates dreams for help, to see if I can speed up the recovery of my memories."
"I see..." Koni said, looking thoughtful.
Sopea, however, frowned. "You want to build a dream to recover your memories?"
Elvire thought the old coot was about to cause trouble again and answered for Sean, "Is there a problem with that?"
Just like Meditation, every Reshaper recovers their memories in a different way, usually related to something that left a deep impression in their past life. There were even Wizards who recovered memories while using the restroom, so what was so strange about doing it through dreams?
"No, you don’t understand," Sopea said. "This has nothing to do with whether it’s strange or not. The problem is with the method itself."
Not only was there a problem, but it was a big one.
He asked Sean, "Have you been having fewer and fewer dreams related to your past life recently?"
Sean was slightly surprised. ’He can even tell that?’
’Is he truly a Dream Master?’
He nodded honestly. "Yes, that’s one of the reasons I wanted to ask for your help, Mr. Sopea."
"Your situation... is very difficult." Sopea gave his conclusion first before explaining why. "If you know anything about dreams, you’ll know that everyone has countless dreams throughout their life. Over 95% of them are completely forgotten upon waking. The dreamer doesn’t even remember that they dreamed."
"Another 4% leave an impression of having dreamed, but the contents are vague and basically impossible to recall. Less than 1% of dreams are ultimately remembered and clearly recorded by us."
"Do you understand what I’m saying?" Sopea asked.
The reason Sean was having fewer and fewer dreams about his past life wasn’t because of poor mental state or an improper sleeping position. It was because the dreams containing his past memories were almost all used up. Sean thought he just hadn’t dreamed of the crucial parts yet, but in reality, he already had—he just didn’t remember them.
And based on the experience of numerous Reshapers recovering their memories, these "flashes of inspiration" from the past are often a one-time thing. In other words, Sean had already unknowingly missed most of his memories. Even if he were to have another natural dream, the probability of dreaming about his past life experiences was now extremely small, so small it was practically negligible.
"So there’s no way, then?" Elvire frowned.
She was quite curious about Sean’s background.
"There is a way, but it depends on whether he himself is willing," Sopea said, his chin slightly raised.
’Others might not have a solution, but who was he?’
’He was a Dream Master just a step away from entering Tier Six, and the first to openly and legitimately enter the 3rd Floor of the Holy Hall. As long as it was related to dreams, nothing could stump him.’
"What way is that?" Sean asked.
Sopea calmly uttered three words: "Entering the Dream."
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