Why are you here again?

For Wizards who cultivate dreams, Alchemy holds greater significance than for ordinary Wizards; it's not as simple as aiding Meditation or shapeshifting.

There's a type of potion called Dream Potion, which, to some extent, can be considered exclusive to dream Wizards. Whether taken by oneself or administered to others, it makes it easier for the target to enter a dream.

Charles's teacher once refined a Dream Potion for someone. Charles observed and learned by his side at the time. Although he couldn't understand it—it was a Tier Three potion at minimum—he memorized most of his teacher's words, intending to comprehend them when his skill level was sufficient.

"Dream Potion?"

Sean pondered and said, "Then I'll buy a bottle of Dream Potion and take it. After I fall asleep, will I be able to dream one hundred percent of the time?"

"That depends on what kind of dream you want to have," Charles replied.

Names like "Dream Potion" that end with "Potion" or "Elixir" are usually just general terms coined for the convenience of laypeople's memory. In reality, if broken down, there are countless varieties, enough to fill thousands of pages with tables.

Potions that can guarantee one hundred percent dreaming do exist, such as "Bloody Saliva," "Merman's Tear," and "Unreachable Wine," corresponding to "terrifying nightmares," "tragic stories," and "beautiful love" respectively. Simply put, they are for custom-made dreams.

But that wasn't what Sean wanted.

If external interference caused his dreams to warp, then it would be meaningless.

"Are there any that allow one to have a Natural Dream?" he asked. "One that doesn't affect the dream's content."

"There are, but they can't guarantee one hundred percent," Charles answered. "The one my teacher refined back then was of this type. It only serves an auxiliary function. Whether one can ultimately dream still depends on the Wizard's ability."

A Natural Dream is a projection of one's inner self and thoughts. Artificially creating such a dream is equivalent to forcibly extracting buried memories and forgotten experiences from the target's mind. It can already be considered another form of Soul Searching, which is extremely difficult and cannot be achieved with just a potion.

Sean understood. It seemed he still needed to find a professional Wizard to teach him.

"Do you know what he's called?"

"No," Charles said with a troubled expression. "Even if I knew, I couldn't tell you. We have rules in this profession; we can't reveal any information about clients to outsiders."

"Oh, right. My oversight," Sean said apologetically. "Pretend I didn't ask. Sorry."

"It's fine," Charles scratched his head. "I really can't help you much with this. I can only tell you that there are Wizards who cultivate dreams in the Void Arts Space, but finding out who specifically will be up to you."

Sean then thought of a

Charles's reputation as a gifted young alchemist wasn't just for show. He not only surpassed alchemists of the same rank in success rate but was also incredibly fast at brewing potions. Knowing Sean was in a hurry and waiting for his potion, Charles decided to work through the entire night.

When he emerged from the kitchen early in the morning, his face was scorched black, his hair was singed and still smoking.

He had accidentally blown up a pot.

But his overall efficiency was still astonishing. Out of 20 sets of materials, he had produced 16 Spirit Potions.

Charles took a shower, cleaned himself up, and without even eating breakfast, he went out to mail the potion to Sean.

It was expedited, of course.

After brewing potions all night, he hadn't earned a single cent. Instead, he had spent dozens of dollars on postage and a new clay pot.

When Sean received the potion that afternoon, he was pleasantly surprised. This guy's efficiency is too high, he thought.

He had originally planned to take a nap. Since he couldn't control his dreams for the time being, he decided to sleep more, hoping to increase his chances of dreaming by extending his sleep duration.

It was undoubtedly a crude method, but Sean already had a habit of napping. Moreover, ever since Chris's incident, he hadn't slept well. Coupled with the significant mental drain from the Void Arts Space, practicing spells, and the general fatigue he'd been experiencing lately, he desperately needed to rest.

He had already prepared himself, having thought about Elvily all morning.

Not just Elvily, but also the Void Arts Space, the Hall of Truth, and the Saintess.

There was a saying, wasn't there? "What you think about during the day, you dream about at night."

If he could dream, he hoped his dreams would be related to any of these topics.

But now that the Spirit Potion had arrived... he would meditate first.

In Sean's eyes, Magic took priority over everything else. He dropped the crushed rust ore granules into the small vial containing the potion. The rust ore wasn't actually rusted, proving it was non-toxic. He then filtered it through a fine mesh, drank the potion with confidence, entered the Void Arts Space, found a spot in the West Street, and began to meditate.

The scenes each Wizard saw during meditation were different. Some saw forests, some saw canyons, some saw oceans. But regardless of the scene, their essence was the same: the Wizard had to satisfy the body's instinctive needs and desires within the current scenario in a way that differed from the primitive method for the meditation to be considered successful.

Under normal circumstances, the scene wouldn't change much during repeated meditations for the same Wizard. Therefore, the first time was the most difficult. Afterward, as long as the concept of "meditation" was in mind and one went hungry for a meal, it would be relatively easier to enter the state.

To that end, Sean had specifically searched online the previous night for various cactus recipes and memorized over a dozen.

If it were before, he might not have been able to find the necessary cooking utensils and seasonings to prepare cactus in the desert. But now, the Spirit Potion would help him. The function of this type of potion was to compensate for the lack of "tools" in a way that broke through barriers, providing the meditating Wizard with items that shouldn't appear in the current scenario.

So, as long as his approach was correct, he would definitely find a more efficient way to consume it.

However...

Perhaps it was his deep obsession with dreaming, but to Sean's surprise, during this meditation, he didn't go to the desert he had visited before. He could barely distinguish whether he was meditating or dreaming.

Because he had arrived in an exquisite bedroom.

The first thing that caught his eye was a bed.

A luxurious bed draped with a light, sheer canopy, its white wooden frame inlaid with gold threads and jewels.

A faint, pleasant, and familiar fragrance wafted through the air.

And on the bed, behind the sheer curtain, a woman sat with her back to him, completely unclothed. Her flawless, smooth back, like flawless white jade, was revealed. A shallow, gentle curve ran from her butterfly-like shoulder blades downwards, past her slender waist, and disappeared into her full hips. Partially obscured by the curtain blocking his view, she was alluringly revealed.

Sean's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his cheeks felt inexplicably hot.

Where did this come from now?

The Saintess's private chamber?

Was this the scene from before where the Saintess was on top of him?

Sean followed the familiar feeling in his heart and tentatively called out, "Oliya?"

The young woman slightly turned her head, revealing a profile just as breathtakingly beautiful as Oliya's, though her features were entirely different. Her gaze was chillingly cold, and her voice was so frosty it could freeze a person solid:

"At a time like this, you're still thinking of her?"

Sean: "..."

Not Oliya??

This is bad!