Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer-Chapter 610 - 286: Sinking into Grief_2

It was no longer as simple and crude as before.

Alka’s original strength was a baseline of 1. The partial fusion would build upon this, adding another 1 unit of trait-based enhancement corresponding to the simulated entity.

This allowed him to achieve a strength of 2 during the simulation, and if the fusion was sufficiently compatible, it could even exceed a total strength of 2.

As Mirmi’s figure emerged on the Mirror Surface, it became clear that the Mirmi in the mirror was an enlarged version of Fantasy.

It was not the twisted scene Alka had previously witnessed, formed by blood-red mist.

This was the Mirmi of the past, untainted.

A massive deer, formed from a milky-white mist mingled with pale blue, appeared dream-like and illusory.

On its head stood towering antlers, extraordinarily symmetrical and possessing an exquisite natural beauty.

Crystals hung from the antlers, one after another, shimmering with a fluorescent glow.

Befitting its immense figure, they resembled stars twinkling in the night sky.

It truly looked like a creature that had walked out of a dream.

The image gradually dispersed.

The Mirror Surface also began to change.

The previously mirror-like surface transformed into a patterned mask, taking on a distinct form.

The mask, initially resembling a human face, gradually elongated, becoming like a deer’s head as its sides began to extend upward.

A pair of antlers appeared on the mask.

The elongated mask also developed clear, intricate lines, making it look just like a deer’s head.

This transformation was quickly completed.

The mask had taken on the image of a deer.

This was the full display of the Mirror Surface’s primary function.

"HUFF..."

Exhaling, Alka slowly placed the mask on his face.

The Mirror’s power began to transfer into his body.

Alka’s body became ethereal, like a phantom.

A mist of pale blue interwoven with white emanated from all over him, cascading downwards.

His legs gradually transformed into hoofed, digitigrade limbs, resembling those of a deer, and a light layer of fur draped over his shoulders.

The fur extended backward, forming a cape that covered his back.

Patterns appeared on the cape, the lines extending to form the visage of a deer’s head.

Alka raised his hands, looking at his current appearance as reflected in the mask—the transformed Mirror Surface.

Even though the Mirror Surface had become a deer-head mask, Alka still felt no discomfort.

The mask fit his face perfectly, without any sense of weight; he only felt a thin film over his face.

"I... I’ve become half a Natural Essence."

This simulation allowed Alka to directly possess half the abilities of a Natural Essence, because Mirmi was, in essence, a mist-like being.

A Natural Essence of the Spiritual World.

This granted him these traits, which were transmitted to him as if by instinct.

The world is teetering on the brink of death... lingering in its last gasp... unable even to let out a wail. The body... pieced together like fragments... pain... numbness... awaiting death.

Alka dropped to his knees in his Dream World, curling into a ball, his hands clutching the mask.

Endless sorrow and pain began pouring into Alka’s soul; grief-laden anguish struck his mind directly.

Tears streamed down his face like torrents, impossible to stop.

This overwhelming emotional shock infected him.

The entire Dream World became suffused with Alka’s emotions.

The Dream Bubbles, once like spring, began to resemble the cold of winter.

Pale, dark-tinged snow started to fall from the sky, then grew heavier and heavier, drifting down like large snowflakes.

The creatures Alka had created within the bubbles sensed their creator’s emotions. They all ceased their once-vibrant movements, collapsing in various places as if succumbing to death.

The grief spread to them as well.

A clear sound, like tinkling bells, was heard.

Amidst the drifting snow, Alka was already buried deep beneath the accumulating snowfall within his dream.

The entire bubble was filled with a tidal wave of grief.

Fantasy walked over from the heavy snow.

Seeing Alka kneeling on the ground, weeping uncontrollably and trembling all over, Fantasy knelt beside him, its huge antlers brushing against Alka’s arm.

The antlers emitted a clear, ringing sound.

The ringing was crisp and clear to the ear.

The antlers emitted a faint golden and silver light, and Fantasy gently rested its head on Alka’s lap as he knelt.

Gold and Silver Energy emanated from the Crystal Pillar at the world’s center, like subtle motes of light falling onto the antlers.

This energy flowed along the antlers and into Alka’s body.

It seemed to be helping Alka.

Fantasy, which managed Alka’s Dream World, possessed a degree of autonomy.

...

「At this moment, Alka’s Dream Palace was situated within the mirror world of the Dream Realm.」

The space was not large, but it was sufficient to accommodate Alka’s own dream and those of the others; the Dream Bubbles did not seem crowded.

Unending emotions of grief and sorrow began to radiate outwards from the enormous Dream Bubble at the center of the Palace.

A grayish, cold, trembling mist started to spread towards the surrounding bubbles.

"HUMPH!"

Amidst this mist, the surrounding fog-like creatures were not affected in the slightest. Instead, they worked diligently, rapidly fulfilling their instincts to repair the external world.

Chadite, who had been asleep in bed, suddenly woke with a start.

She was gasping for breath, tears unconsciously trickling from the corners of her eyes.

From outside, music echoed continuously, wafting melodiously.

Chadite threw off her blanket, donned a cloak, and hurriedly went out.

"Chadite, something’s happened!" Lucilia exclaimed, running out from the Puppet Girl’s adjacent room.