Recently, aside from immersing himself in the Modern City instance dungeon, Angel had been focused on developing Fantasy Alchemy. So when Benbo mentioned wanting a Login Device, Angel's first instinct had been to fabricate one through Imaginary Alchemy.
Illusion nodes had even begun spilling out before he remembered that what Benbo wanted was not just any Login Device, but a customized one.
He hurriedly stopped himself and asked, "What kind of Login Device would Mr. Benbo like?"
Benbo did not immediately answer Angel. Instead, it studied the illusion nodes drifting from around him with great interest and sighed. "I can use illusions too, but mine are nowhere near as refined as yours... Especially the illusions you created for the temple exhibits—they could practically be called works of art."
Although Benbo had remained in the main temple all this time, it had kept watch over Angel's every move. Naturally, it had seen the supplementary illusions attached to every exhibit.
To be honest, Benbo was exceptionally skilled in abilities of the spiritual realm, so its illusions were far from poor.
It could have created the casual illusions Angel had previously conjured with a flick of his hand as well—perhaps even more easily.
But when it came to the finished product, Benbo felt that it fell far short of Angel's standard.
Every exhibit illusion Angel created was like an elegant script, gently unfurling its hidden story before the viewer and drawing them in before they even realized it.
It was precisely because of those godlike illusion performances that Benbo, an "artist" itself, could not help sending Napoli a mental message, hinting for him to chime in and persuade Angel to leave the illusions behind.
"Though I specialize more in playwriting, art knows no boundaries. I must admit, the illusions you create leave me