NOVPUBThe entrance hall of the fourth level below the prison, after waking up and looking around, would reveal to be more vast and darker than the teleportation hall on the first level below.
The walls of the circular hall are adorned with chilling bas-reliefs, all in the Demon World style, embedded with elusive lights that provide only the bare minimum of illumination, casting the entire place within a shroud of dim light and shadows.
"How are we going to get to the exit teleportation hall on the other side later?"
Hyperion turned to the black-haired, green-eyed Great Love Poet and asked.
In order to locate the cell of Guardian Antanas and use the function of Herram Prison to open the cell and attempt communication with the prisoner, one first needs to activate trading privileges for the current level’s service points.
However, trading privileges only open up once all the conditions to leave the current level have been met.
Out of these three conditions, the team has already fulfilled the requirement of having more than 4000 service points and obtaining the approval and assessment of the Fourth level Prison Warden.
What is left now is to successfully reach the teleportation hall on the fourth level below.
That is to say, at the end of the long road just after you leave the entrance hall.
En route, we will pass through numerous dreamland areas and repeatedly trigger the Fallen Wonderland.
According to the usual mechanism of the interns of Protoss Royal Magic Academy, even if they help each other, it may take a long time to move on this level.
"You guys stay a bit away from me. Once I’ve stepped on the floor and dispelled the illusion, you follow up."
Lanci looked at her and said softly.
"..."
So besides me waking up too late, and you waking up too early, you’ve perfectly adapted to the magic of the Fallen Wonderland?
Hyperion now felt that instead of obtaining a playmate, it seemed as though she had found a total ringer.
From achieving assessments down to clearing the way, they could assist with everything.
And there’s no need for any kind of compensation.
It’s really making her question the difference between dreams and reality.
So, Hyperion just watched as the Great Love Poet leisurely walked forward.
Occasionally stumbling along the way, but his time of stay on each floor tile was short.
If let others see it, they might mistake that the magic of the fourth level is not illusion but just simply causing people to stumble easily.
After about thirty minutes of this, with the Great Love Poet leading the way ahead, they successfully reached before the exit teleportation hall.
Its structure is similar to the entrance teleportation hall, presenting a totally reverse style.
The Great Love Poet stepped into the exit hall, and before long, he effortlessly broke free from the illusion and regained his consciousness.
For him, who would not be addicted to this dream, no matter how deeply each fall drags him down and how many times he’s affected, there is no significant difference.
Meanwhile, in the center of the teleportation hall, the originally stable Boundary Magic Power began to fluctuate, as if it was triggered by some mysterious rules.
The lights inside the hall suddenly became dimmer, and the attention of Hyperion and the three priests of Hegemony was keenly drawn to this unusual change.
They saw a type of indescribable magic power starting to gather in the air. This magic power was radiating fluctuations similar to Fallen Wonderland, but its power was even more fearsome, resembling the supreme power of the Demon World.
This magic power was gathering and weaving together, causing the air itself to tremble, until at last it enveloped the green-eyed, black-haired Great Love Poet.
A silver halo formed around her, rotating and flickering beside her, eventually forming a beautiful and mysterious light and shadow effect.
As this magic power kept intensifying and forming, the people outside the hall felt pressured, yet they were entranced by this magical scene and couldn’t look away.
They saw the light and shadows rapidly shrinking and overlaying on the forehead of the Great Love Poet, forming a unique mark.
This mark gleamed with profound light, containing incomprehensible Demon Clan Magic Spells.
Throughout this process, the Great Love Poet was protected by an invisible force, and a separated domain formed around her.
When the mysterious mark was finally formed, the magic fluctuations around the area gradually subsided, the light disappeared, and everything returned to normal.
But the green-eyed, black-haired figure’s forehead still shimmered with light, as if it was speaking of a certain secret that was yet to be revealed—
[Fallen Mark]
[Category: Soul Imprint]
[Grade: Orange Epic]
[Rank: 1]
[Passive effect: Gain resistance to certain illusion-type magic.]
[Note: Approbation of Caliela of the Fallen.]
...
Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
Sitting in the guest hall of the Redmond building, Lanci held his forehead.
"What’s wrong, Mr. Rocky? Are you not feeling well?"
Warden Bacas raised his hand worriedly, seemingly considering whether or not to call a doctor.
"I’m sorry, I’ve been a bit tired lately, getting intermittent headaches, it’s not a major issue."
Lanci came back to his senses and shook his head.
Even though he was borrowing the body of a demon, the soul imprint was indeed bestowed upon him.
"There’s a jailor named Selena who’s very good at treating this kind of mental fatigue in Herram Prison. If you need it, I can ask her to come and help you."
Even though Bacas didn’t really want to deal with the three individuals in the inner layer of the prison, if it could help Mr. Rocky, he would still try to negotiate with them.
"There’s no need, Bacas, I appreciate your kindness, and there’s no need to trouble Miss Selena."
Lanci waved his palm lightly, politely declining. He didn’t want to cause trouble for Warden Bacas.
...
In the teleportation hall at the exit of the fourth basement level of the prison, the Great Love Poet’s soft body seemed to collapse again after being hit by the magic power, drooping dangerously.
Before she fell, Hyperion stepped forward to support her.
The black-haired, green-eyed Great Love Poet closed her eyes tightly. Soon, the mental pain began to subside, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze returned to Lanci’s calm eyes.
In that instant, it seemed as if some transparent lines forming a mark flashed through the depths of her pupils.
"No way, you got a mark of the Great Demon Clan?"
Hyperion gripped the Great Love Poet’s shoulders, looking at her.
As a member of the Demon Clan as well, she could feel a trace more of the aura of a higher-ranking demon from the Great Love Poet. It was particularly intense at the moment the mark was applied, but now, with the disappearance of the disguise magic, it was completely masked.
If one collected three title marks, including a martial mark, they would truly become a Great Demon Clan member.
In this era, there shouldn’t have been any new Greater Demons being born.
The Great Love Poet stood firm on her own, signalling to Hyperion that she was now alright.
"It seems that once you step on the entire floor, you automatically fulfill the conditions."
Some of the Great Demon Clan trials need to be actively activated, while others involve passively meeting the stringent conditions hidden within. Clearly, [Fallen Wonderland] qualifies by entering the illusion repeatedly until a certain number has been reached.
Lanci, controlling the Great Love Poet, felt the [Fallen Mark]. After possessing this mark, he realized that a portion of his soul space would be permanently occupied. The previously bound first-order Magic Card of Purple Rareness was compellingly ejected from his soul space, unbinding itself.
Currently, as a fourth-order, he could originally bind magic cards with a total of 40 ranks; now, his binding limit was effectively reduced to 39.
Since his resistance to spirit was already extremely high, he wasn’t particularly vulnerable to illusions. This mark could only be described as better than nothing.
Unless he encountered an enemy adept at illusions in the future, he might perform a "can’t control myself."
However, as a passive magic, the Greater Demon Clan mark was essentially always worth it.
