Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 3124: Chapter 3125: The Discordant Tomorrow Town

Angel stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, silently watching Lianna leave the Crown Building and head towards Delicacies Island.

Without any obstacles along the way, Lianna smoothly met with Greya and Cameron.

Lianna’s arrival interrupted Cameron and Greya’s ”argument,” which made Cameron very displeased, and his gaze towards Lianna revealed impatience.

However, Cameron’s expression instantly changed when Lianna and Greya conveyed their expectations.

Solving the ecological issues of numerous fantastic creatures?

This happens to be his specialty! Moreover, the main reason for his arguments with Greya was because Greya believed she had experience in Creation, while he only had theory without practice.

Since he was only theoretical, Greya was unwilling to elaborate on many issues, which was a particular frustration for Cameron.

Now, Lianna’s request gave him hope.

If he solved the aquarium ecosystem issues, would Greya still dare say he only had theory?

Of course, this alone wasn’t enough to make Cameron willingly take on the task.

But just at that moment, Greya’s response made Cameron’s eyes shine.

”Didn’t I already tell you that solving the aquarium problem is very difficult, and I currently have no solution.” Greya spread her hands to Lianna: ”Anyway, those aquarium creatures aren’t pretty, just let them return when they’re wilting... I can help you find some more beautiful ones afterwards to replace them, ensuring no ecological conflicts.”

Greya’s response left Lianna somewhat disappointed, but Cameron, on the other hand, was very excited.

Greya always claimed to have experience in Creation but couldn’t solve the aquarium issue; if he stepped in and solved the problem, wouldn’t it crush Greya’s pride?

Cameron previously only wanted Greya to recognize that he wasn’t just theoretical, but now, he wanted Greya to kneel and call him ”father!”

Thinking of this, Cameron shed his previous reserve and directly approached Lianna, saying: ”Dear lady, please don’t show a dejected expression, things aren’t so unsolvable yet.”

In Lianna’s puzzled gaze, Cameron continued: ”The aquarium issue you spoke of can be entrusted to me; I excel in dealing with such problems.”

”I can see the skepticism in your eyes, but relax... do you mind if I introduce myself?”

”My name is Cameron, from Nuke Academy, studying the School of Everything; the aquarium issue happens to be my research direction. Perhaps you haven’t heard of Nuke Academy, but that’s okay, trying me won’t cost you anything, right?”

”...”

Upon seeing this, Angel already knew, the matter was settled.

Next, it would be up to Cameron’s performance.

As for whether Cameron could solve the aquarium issue? Angel did not doubt it at all. A Legendary Level Academy Faction Wizard, and it’s a specialty match, if this doesn’t get solved, then it’s just as well to replace the aquarium creatures.

Angel didn’t continue to watch what was happening in the aquarium but logged off, prepared to bring ”Night Sparrow’s Fantasia” to Luigi.

Returning to the Heart Space, Luigi hadn’t returned yet, so Angel used Illusion Technique to create a piece of sheet music, placing it first on the table of the Illusion Technique Hut, then sat on the side sofa and logged into the Crystal Origin of Dreams.

Originally, he intended to visit World Grinding Day and check on those infected with the virus, but after calculating the time, there were still over 60 hours before the virus fully broke out within the new residents. Observing now wouldn’t be any different from before.

Ultimately, Angel gave up visiting World Grinding Day and instead chose to log into Tomorrow Town.

The instance currently displayed, Tomorrow Town’s instance, was the most peculiar, given that it’s decrypted through Samsara, differing from all previous instances. An instance that can affect memory and time is undoubtedly unique at its core logic.

From a special perspective, only the Uriel Dungeon can compare to it. Originally, Angel didn’t think Uriel Dungeon was particularly unique, but who would have guessed that Uriel was a living person? The ”Dreamseeing” status added interest to the Uriel Dungeon.

The Uriel Dungeon is currently stuck, so Angel’s focus shifted to Tomorrow Town.

It’s still that deserted town made of inferior mirage.

Angel’s figure appeared in the church within the town, inside an illusory church is the only truly existing item in the entire mirage town: the crystal sand table.

It is also the entrance to the Tomorrow Town instance.

Angel extended his hand to the sand table, and as his fingertips felt a cool touch, he entered the perspective of Miniature Garden the next second.

Through Miniature Garden time, Angel successfully locked on to the only ”Player” in Tomorrow Town: Miumiu.

Though only two days have passed outside, Miumiu in Tomorrow Town has already experienced twenty-four days, and she has gone through Samsara for twenty-four days.

According to Tomorrow Town’s rules, every day Miumiu loses a strand of memory, after twenty-four days, she’s forgotten many things.

But what surprised Angel was, at this moment, Miumiu’s expression didn’t show any confusion; her eyes showed determination, proceeding through the crowd moving upstream, heading firmly towards the spired church in Tomorrow Town.

Seeing Miumiu’s target, Angel already understood, she should have experienced the Mind Space today, learning the solution for Tomorrow Town’s Samsara.

To solve the Samsara, one must find all the disharmonious places in Tomorrow Town, then go to the confession booth in the church to express their discoveries.

And the ”disharmonious” refers to the differences between what Miumiu saw on her initial day entering Tomorrow Town and each subsequent day of Samsara.

Angel recalls last time, Miumiu used the ”Detective” profession as the anchor point during Samsara and began recording the differences between the initial day and the present by drawing.

So many days have passed, Angel is very curious about Miumiu’s progress.

Very quickly, Miumiu arrived at the church entrance.

Gazing at the church refracting pale light under the sunshine, she exhaled deeply, then resolutely took steps into the golden light.

Upon entering the church, Miumiu immediately saw the confession booth at the center of the church.

In Miumiu’s subconscious perception, a confession booth is generally not placed right in the center of a church, but strangely this church’s confession booth is different, visible right upon entering, boldly placed in the center.

Even the carpet directly leads to it, connecting with the confession booth’s door, as if telling everyone coming to the church: no matter what you’re here for, the confession booth door is always open for you.

Miumiu walked step by step towards the confession booth, thinking as she walked.

She knew she wasn’t entering the confession booth for the first time; she came every day to the confession booth, completing tasks by narrating the ”disharmonious places.” Just every previous day, she hadn’t found all the disharmonious places, causing the Samsara to persist.

Coming to the confession booth again today, could she succeed?

Miumiu didn’t know, but she had already scoured the entire Tomorrow Town, with her intuition overly used, her inspiration already sinking into the sea. Without the detective’s intuition helping, she couldn’t continue searching for disharmonious places, leaving her no choice but to come here.

If she truly fails... then she’ll just return tomorrow.

Wait until tomorrow, as her spent intuition will reappear, which is the only benefit of Samsara.

Before long, Miumiu reached the confession booth’s door.

Near the door, there was a nun who smiled and nodded at her: ”May your confession be without worry, rest assured, God is watching over you, God will forgive everything.”

Miumiu also smiled and nodded, considering it as a greeting to the nun. However, Miumiu was dismissive in her heart because, in the Mind Space, she had seen the painting of the First Day. In the painting, this nun wasn’t so gentle.

The nun in the painting cast a gaze akin to looking at cockroaches and rats, and said the same sarcastic remarks to each person entering the confessional: ”God doesn’t care about affairs or perverse loves, so if you’re in that situation, please turn left at the exit; the confessional is only for more grievous sins, trust me, God will surely relieve all the sins committed...”

After saying all this and watching the ”sinners” enter the confessional, the nun would murmur softly to herself: ”And then, I’ll be responsible for sending you to heaven.”

There’s no doubt that this nun’s behavior belonged to the ”inconsistencies” in the target.

However, compared to the nun gently saying ”God will forgive everything” now, Miumiu actually preferred the nun, who was as fiercely righteous as to say ”I’ll be responsible for sending you to heaven.”

Miumiu opened the door of the confessional and walked in.

As the door closed, the lattice opposite opened, and the outside sunshine shone directly through, slanting onto her face.

Miumiu took a deep breath, sat down, and closed her eyes, assuming a posture of prayer.

At the same time, a stream of information surfaced in Miumiu’s mind.

”Enter confession state, activate Main Quest - Find the inconsistencies.”

”Task successful, Samsara ends. Task failed, a new Samsara immediately begins.”

”Confession time: Ten minutes.”

”Now, please begin your confession.”

This was the first time in this cycle that Miumiu so clearly perceived the existence of the ”task.” She was curious how this stream of information entered her mind; was it done by the owner of that ’unknown voice’ on the First Day?

Miumiu didn’t know, but she also didn’t delve deeper, instead, she reined in her wandering thoughts and began to focus all her attention on the ”task.”

Time waits for no one; ten minutes seem long... but the inconsistencies in Tomorrow Town are many. She’s afraid she might not finish speaking.

”The first inconsistent person is the guard of the Aikesen City Defense. He once injured his right hand while capturing an escaped convict, losing the index and middle fingers of his right hand; not, as it is now, injuring his left hand with missing fingers on it.”

”The second inconsistent person is the wife of the Aikesen Guard; she often sings at home, but her preferred genre is somber tunes, not the passionate suites.”

”The third inconsistency is the small stall selling ornamental fish in the market, where river fish and sea fish are kept in the same tank without any anomalies.”

”The fourth inconsistency is the flower on the big tree in the market...”

”The fifth and sixth inconsistent people are my ’parents’...”

”The seventh one...”

”...”

Miumiu continued ”singing” quickly and clearly, with the light from the lattice illuminating her face, showing even the dust swirling in the air as she spoke.

Angel was outside the instance in the Mirage Church, while Miumiu was in the church within the instance. Though the locations were different, the appearance of the church was the same. Only the confessional was different; the church outside had no confessional. The location of the confessional was exactly where the crystal sand table was.

Miumiu walked into the church and began her confession in the confessional. This gave Angel a sense of time-space dislocation, as if Miumiu wasn’t confessing to the confessional, but recounting those inconsistencies to him.

”The twenty-eighth inconsistent person is the Town Mayor of Tomorrow Town, Questin. She might be dressed more androgynously but is not actually male; she is female and her name is Questin.”

”The twenty-ninth inconsistent person is the nun outside the confessional...”

After finishing the twenty-ninth, Miumiu stopped. These are the inconsistencies she had summarized. Not all of them are necessarily correct; more often, it’s just an intuitive disparity, without evidence.

But as was said by herself from a previous cycle: In the confessional, it’s better to say more rather than less.

Saying more isn’t a mistake; saying less is definitely a mistake.

So whether the inconsistencies she found are correct or not, she just blurted them all out.

After finishing the twenty-ninth, Miumiu prepared to wait for the final result.

At this time, there were thirty seconds left until the ten-minute countdown ended – whether it would succeed or directly restart depended on the verdict in thirty seconds.

The countdown on her screen continued to decrease, thirty seconds, twenty-nine seconds... twenty-five seconds...

Seeing the decreasing numbers, Miumiu inexplicably felt a sense of panic; she had an illusion that perhaps she still hadn’t finished speaking.

But she clearly had said everything she found, so why did she feel this way?

Countdown ten seconds, nine seconds...

Perhaps the panic stimulated Miumiu’s nerves; as the countdown was about to end, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration: ”Fake... fake...”

”This Tomorrow Town is a false town.”

”Everything is fake.”

As the words fell, the countdown reached zero.

As the countdown ended, the air fell silent.

Miumiu silently counted in her heart until she reached fifteen seconds, and the surroundings began to slowly collapse, like a broken mirror. The seemingly real scenes all ”shattered,” revealing the dark world behind the cracks.

”Did I fail again?” Miumiu murmured softly; she didn’t remember the situation when the previous cycle failed, but seeing everything collapsing now, it should be... a failure, right?

Miumiu crossed her hands into fists and placed them on her chest, gently closing her eyes, preparing to greet a new day’s cycle while praying that the memories she loses in the next cycle would just be unimportant scraps.

Just as Miumiu was thinking this, she realized that her thoughts remained active and hadn’t entered ”Samsara.”

She waited for a whole minute and found her thoughts still active, only then did she open her eyes in confusion.

When she opened her eyes, she discovered she was no longer in the church but in a pitch-black space. A beam of light shone down from an unknown void, illuminating only her, as if she was the focal point of this dark space.

”This place resembles the Mind Space where every day in the past, I retrieved the Samsara memories.”

But this Mind Space didn’t have the papers recording her memories; instead, there was merely a model town placed in front of her.

No, it wasn’t a model; it should be called a sand table.

The towns heaped on the sand table were Tomorrow Town!