The Most Arbitrary Wizard

Chapter 67: Chapter 50: Has He Stumped Heaven?

This was Sean’s first time experiencing Entering the Dream.

It felt completely different from normal dreaming or Meditation, almost like watching a movie.

The Dream Potion Koni had specially concocted had a powerful awakening effect. Combined with the guidance of the Magic Spell, "Dream Awakening Technique," it induced a lucid dream for Sean that was even clearer than a normal one. It was as if he had been pulled out of the story entirely, becoming a "spectator" alongside Koni as they stood on a bustling, noisy street.

Busy figures bustled past, talking and laughing, yet no one noticed them.

It was as if he and Koni were invisible. They were in this world, yet the world’s affairs had nothing to do with them.

"We can still talk?"

"Yes."

Sean tentatively spoke to Koni beside him, receiving the girl’s affirmative reply.

"This is the dreamscape constructed from the memories deep within your mind. Once it stabilizes, we can try to adjust the timeline and search for the memories you want." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Mr. Sean just needs to be careful not to have any thoughts that go beyond the established rules."

Koni explained the precautions for the lucid dream to Sean.

Although she had constructed this dreamscape, it was still fundamentally Sean’s Spiritual World. The ultimate control remained in Sean’s hands. With a single thought, he could change anything in the dream, as omnipotent as a creator.

However, strong subjective consciousness could also alter the dream’s content. In a severe case, it might even cause the dreamscape to collapse, making it impossible to observe his truest memories.

"Understood," Sean said with a smile. "Then I’ll leave the rest to you, Miss Koni."

"Mhm." Koni gave a sweet smile. "Don’t worry, Mr. Sean. I’ll do my best to help you get your memories back."

As the two walked down the street, Sean could clearly feel that the scene before him was somewhat distorted, like an old television. It would occasionally FZZT, and static-like spots would appear. This was probably because the dreamscape had not yet stabilized.

Besides that, the street also felt very familiar to Sean.

Kewort Mall, Fuer District Police Station, Biggs Apartments...

"Is this Holkaydo?" Sean asked.

"If you think it is, then it probably is," Koni said.

She had never been to Holkaydo, only heard of it. She knew such a place existed, but everything before her eyes was a projection from Sean’s mind. The people, the buildings—they were all things Sean had personally experienced. If he said it was Holkaydo, then it was almost certainly Holkaydo.

One thing was rather strange, though.

Koni tapped her lips, musing, "Holkaydo is a city from this era. Your past life shouldn’t have been here..."

’Although technological development in the Era of Polymath was no worse than in modern times—and may have even surpassed it—it’s impossible that the buildings, right down to their names, would be identical. The Era of Polymath might have had a metropolis very similar to Holkaydo, but it could never have been an exact replica... Could it be a coincidence?’

Sean, however, felt increasingly certain that this was no coincidence. This *was* Holkaydo.

Because he saw a familiar face he hadn’t seen in a long time—Konina.

Just then, Konina was returning from outside. She saw a truck parked at the entrance to her complex and workers carrying furniture inside—into her very own building. Out of curiosity, Konina chatted with the workers for a few moments in the elevator and discovered that her next-door apartment was getting a new neighbor.

When the elevator reached her floor, the new male tenant happened to be stepping out of his apartment.

And then Sean saw himself.

This was the scene of his own arrival at Biggs Apartments a few years ago.

The Konina from back then looked younger, prettier, and more reserved than her present self. After all, it was their first meeting, and she was still playing the part of an innocent wife. Sean, on the other hand, looked as if time hadn’t left a single trace on his face. He was virtually unchanged from several years ago.

This dream wasn’t from his past life, but his current one.

"Have you ever encountered a situation like this before?" Sean asked Koni.

Koni’s brow furrowed. She pursed her lips and shook her head. "No."

’There were no real-world cases of this, and in theory, it shouldn’t even be possible.’

’She had clearly constructed the dream using the most deeply buried memory fragments in Sean’s mind. How could it possibly be from this lifetime?’

’Unless Sean isn’t a Reshaper, but just an ordinary Awakened.’

’The awareness an ordinary person gains through awakening doesn’t fall into the category of personal memory, so it can’t be captured.’

’But if Sean really is an Awakened, how could he break through to Tier Two just half a month after becoming a Wizard? And how could he have gained the recognition of Lord Blake’s statue?’

To increase the success rate of this session of Entering the Dream, Koni had specifically asked Elise about Sean’s recent progress. Her own thinking was aligned with Elvire’s: they believed Sean must have been an incredibly powerful Grand Mage in his past life. Only after being reborn as a Reshaper could he possess such frightening Talent and potential.

But now, the content of the dream overturned her speculation.

Koni found it hard to imagine an ordinary mortal who, after a chance awakening, could advance at such a rate.

’Could Sean just be a genius?’

"Could the timeline be wrong?"

Sean didn’t really understand the dream theories of the master and apprentice, so he could only guess what the problem was based on his gut feeling.

For a moment, Koni wasn’t sure either.

But it was worth a try.

The dream world had stabilized, so Koni began trying to turn back the timeline.

She closed her eyes and clasped her hands before her chest. Countless tiny threads of light coiled around her fingertips, as if she were unraveling the entire world, thread by delicate thread.

Sean felt the scene before him suddenly blur as the light dimmed. It was as if he had been abruptly placed on a high-speed train, the surrounding scenery rushing backward. In the blur of speeding light and shadow, he saw a train station, fields, a boundless sea, and a vast, endless, withered-yellow prairie...