"Anchors influence the Spirit Realm, the Spirit Realm influences spirituality... and then spirituality, in turn, affects the subconscious ocean of the mortal world..."
Aaron closed his eyes and silently worked through matters related to fate.
"This is quite a powerful extraordinary ability. Perhaps it could be named—'Thought Alchemy'!"
"In theory... it could even turn falsehood into truth. For instance, make many people believe in the existence of an extraordinary item, and it would truly emerge from fiction into reality! It could even exist eternally..."
"Or... use it to promote something, allowing the ocean of the subconscious to push it into becoming real... Whatever I proclaim shall become reality?"
This kind of alchemy was undoubtedly far more terrifying than an Alchemist's material transmutation.
But Aaron soon opened his eyes and rubbed his brow, knowing that this extraordinary ability had its limits as well.
"The key is... my status isn't high enough. Once the scope becomes too broad and exceeds the limit of what I can suppress, I'll be swept along by it instead... When the playwright enters his own script, that'll be entertaining..."
"Besides, the other forces of the mortal world and the many Age Controllers aren't fools. If a certain rumor spreads strangely on a massive scale, they'll inevitably notice it and immediately stop it as extraordinary contamination..."
"Still, using it on a small scale would be a decent experiment."
As Aaron pondered, the carriage came to a stop.
The coachman's voice came from the front. "Sir... we've arrived at the Three Mice Bar."
"Mhm."
Aaron straightened his black trench coat, round top hat, and gold-inlaid cane, then stepped down from the carriage and paid the fare.
The coachman offered his thanks and quickly departed.
He did not seem to find Aaron's now superhuman handsomeness noteworthy in the slightest.
Nor