Angel closed the book and sank into prolonged thought.
According to the book, the strangeness of the Nightmare Realm had left many wizards utterly baffled. Yet behind that incomprehensibility, it drew wizards one after another into a frenzy. It was just like that special Guidance Method Sanders had mentioned: even though Angel still did not know what it contained or what its guaranteed minimum value was, he had been dwelling on it for a long time.
Perhaps that was the wonder of the Nightmare Realm: no one knew why, yet people flocked to it like ducks to water.
Gazing at the blue sky beyond the window, Angel's thoughts began to drift.
Angel knew that ever since he had agreed to become Sanders's student at the Barbie Restaurant that day, the price he had to pay had slowly begun to come knocking.
He had no choice but to go to the Nightmare Realm.
He did not want to offend Sanders, and he also wanted to see whether the journey into the Nightmare Realm might expose his cheap mentor's true purpose in taking him on
.
As for the other two choices Sanders had offered him, he had basically given them up...
Though it could not be said that there was absolutely no hope. At the very least, Sanders's second option—creating his own mental model—was something he could try. After all, that book, "Initial Glory," was still here!
Thinking of "Initial Glory," Angel climbed down the rolling ladder and walked to the bookshelf marked with the label "3."
To Angel's surprise, the vast majority of books on this shelf were not paper-bound volumes. A large portion were precious leather scrolls with curled edges and age-cracked surfaces. The exposed parts were covered in thick dust. Clearly, the scrolls here had not been turned