Chapter 311: The Birth of the World's Most Impractical Spell
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 311: The Birth of the World's Most Impractical Spell
"The Great Spellbook..."
Hearing my Illusion Clone’s words, my thoughts suddenly sparked to life. That clone of mine really had some nerve!
This was a Great Spellbook. Previously, I had subconsciously ignored its existence entirely, but the Illusion Clone had brought it up without a second thought.
My current hesitation wasn't about whether I should use it, but rather why I had been so intent on not using it.
You could say the Illusion Clone had woken me up.
Ever since I’d gained certain insights a while back, I’d noticed my behavior starting to align more with the Illusion Clone’s. Perhaps that was the truest version of myself—the "True Me" I never dared to look at directly.
Most of my worries regarding the Great Spellbook came from what the Academy Dean had told me: its value, its importance, and the absolute necessity of secrecy. I hadn't even told Sister Bai about it.
But looking at it objectively, it was a tool in my possession. And if it was a tool, as long as I could pay the price, why shouldn't I use it?
It was mostly a matter of mindset. Timidity, cowardice, fear—those were the primary sources of my hesitation.
The Academy Dean never said I couldn't use it. In fact, she practically told me to use it on those Fool's Dreams. She only sealed it to warn me not to use it recklessly.
Right now, I was inside this dream. Not only had the seal vanished, but looking at it from another perspective—what if this was all part of the Dean's plan?
Doesn't the Dean love playing the riddler?
Staying silent comes with risks. I didn't believe for a second that the Dean couldn't contact me while I was in this dream. The fact that she claimed she could completely block the Dream Demons from invading the Witch Academy already said enough.
Perhaps I was still underestimating the Dean's role as the "player" behind the script.
Maybe she wasn't just playing a game on the board of the script; maybe she was using the board itself to bash people over the head.
"What? Still haven't made up your mind? It's just a Great Spellbook, for heaven's sake. Don't treat it like it's sacred. It's just a diamond-encrusted tool. What, do you want to put it on an altar? Why don't you kowtow to it while you're at it?"
"Your tongue is as sharp as ever," I said with a self-deprecating smile.
"Of course. I know exactly what kind of person we are. If I don't lay into you, you'll never learn," the Illusion Clone said, her gaze shifting toward Bai Yu. "So~ were Sister Bai's 'pillows' comfortable? All you know how to do is sneak a taste. At this rate, we'll never get the chance to actually confess to her."
"Enough! Stop talking!"
"If you like her, say it! What's the point of just teasing? Who are you performing this 'will-they-won't-they' act for?"
"Alright, other me. Your time for free movement and speech is up." I pouted and reached out, dispelling the Illusion Clone with a slap.
"Coward..." The Illusion Clone didn't miss the chance to mock me one last time before she vanished.
But her departure wasn't meaningless. Many seemingly outrageous decisions require a great deal of resolve, just like the one I was making now.
I wanted to find out... if a Great Spellbook constructed within a dream could truly make a spell's effects permanent.
"Xiao Han, you just..."
"Sister Bai, do you really think I'm a coward?" I asked instinctively as Bai Yu spoke up.
"A coward? Wait, Xiao Han, why are you asking that all of a sudden?"
"Oh, it's nothing. My mind just wandered. Pretend I didn't ask," I said, shaking my head.
"Of course you're not a coward. If you're a coward, then what does that make everyone else? Would anyone else be bold enough to dive into a dream and try to pull off such big things?"
"Haha, true." With Sister Bai's affirmation, hope surged within me, and the last trace of hesitation vanished. "Sister Bai, I might cause a bit of a stir in a moment. Or maybe nothing will happen at all. Either way, just don't worry about me."
"Wait, Xiao Han, what are you doing now?"
Before Bai Yu could get a clear answer, I was already prepared. My focus was entirely concentrated on the Great Spellbook—specifically, the Great Wisdom Enlightenment Art.
Just from the name, one could guess the effect. It wasn't a spell that existed solely for the Fool's Dreams; it could do so much more.
Let me experience the effects of "Wisdom Enlightenment" for myself.
As my mental power triggered the Great Wisdom Enlightenment Art, it felt like an ancient, heavy weapon waking from a long slumber. It seized every scrap of mana from my mana source, swallowing it whole like a gluttonous Taotie.
In the face of a Great Spellbook, the standard rules of classifying spellbooks by mana consumption seemed like a joke. It was like a giant beast instinctively demanding the minimum energy required just to start its engines.
My mana source, which was currently nearing two thousand units, was sucked dry in the blink of an eye.
The Great Wisdom Enlightenment Art seemed to have only tasted an appetizer; it looked at the empty plate with disappointment before reluctantly allowing a surge of power to swell.
"Is this... the spell's... emotion?"
I could hardly believe the sensation I’d just felt—it was like a fleeting hallucination. I forced myself to calm down. It wasn't emotion; a spell isn't a living thing. It was just my own imagination, a mental hint that my current capacity was still far too small to drive a Great Spellbook.
However, the spell effect that appeared proved that I had succeeded.
When I used the Great Spellbook to channel that power toward myself, I felt as if I had been bathed in sunlight after a long, freezing winter. It was a sensation of the soul being nourished and purified bit by bit. My chaotic, muddled thoughts began to unravel like silk from a cocoon, becoming crystal clear.
The most crucial part wasn't the clarity itself, but the process of that unraveling. To call it a "divine revelation" would be an understatement.
I felt as if I were in the depths of space, my body weightless. It was as if I had accidentally glimpsed some ultimate truth. A mental suggestion led me to think, to roam, stirring up massive waves within a sea of philosophical and dialectical thought.
The problems that had plagued me seemed to resolve themselves instantly, only for the answers to slip away a moment later. It was as if the answer was teaching me how to catch it rather than making me wait for it; it taught me how to find reconciliation within contradictions.
"Xiao Han... Xiao Han..."
A distant yet urgent calling reached my consciousness, pulling me out of that state of profound insight.
"Mm... huh?"
My vision slowly returned, the scene before me sharpening as my sense of touch restored.
"Sister... Bai." Seeing that familiar face again, I felt as if we hadn't met in ages. That experience of Wisdom Enlightenment had stripped away my Time Sense; it felt as though I had been submerged in an infinite sea of truth.
"Xiao Han, did you do something reckless again? Why take such a risk?"
"I'm... I'm fine..." I reached out, wanting to soothe the worry on Sister Bai's face, but my hand was pressed down. Only then did I realize I was being held tightly in her arms.
"What happened to me just now? Did I pass out again?"
"You're asking me? I should be asking you! You really did pass out. Are you trying to worry me to death?"
"How could I?" I struggled to sit up, though I subconsciously took a few deep breaths of Sister Bai's scent while still in her embrace.
"I used a certain method just now and worried you. Don't be mad at me, okay? I wouldn't joke around with my own life."
"You... if you do this again, I... I'll have to punish you!"
"Punish me? If you have the heart to... then you can pick whatever 'position' you want for the punishment~" Even now, I couldn't help but be a little cheeky.
"Just kidding, Sister Bai. I was wrong." After leaving her embrace, I turned around and leaned in close to her, offering a sincere apology.
"You... sigh..." Looking at Xiao Han bowing her head in apology, Bai Yu found the scolding words stuck in her throat.
"Sister Bai, please forgive me..."
"It's not about forgiveness. I'm just worried about you. You have to take better care of yourself!"
"So you're not mad at me~" I looked up, meeting Sister Bai's slightly dazed eyes.
Then, I relaxed my entire body and flopped onto the large bed nearby.
"Eh? Xiao Han, you?"
"I didn't just pass out, you know?" I gave a simple response to her curious look but didn't elaborate further. "Give me a little time, okay? Sister Bai."
"Okay."
With her permission, I closed my eyes without hesitation. I wasn't reminiscing about the experience just now.
If someone asked what changes the Great Wisdom Enlightenment Art had brought me, I would have to say... it seemed like nothing had changed.
And yet, everything had.
That ethereal state from before was useless to me in a direct sense. On the contrary, it was a state of self-consumption I had fallen into because I couldn't handle the massive boost from the enlightenment. It was the only way to balance the spell's effects.
But if asked what the spell's effect actually was, I could only say I didn't know. There are too many things in the world that cannot be described with language, yet everything felt fundamentally different.
Reflecting on my current state, I could only use one word: light.
It felt as though I had reached a deeper level of mastery over my Spirit Vision talent, without relying on the power of Luck or the Script.
Many things—like the flowing stream of Information—could now be distinguished and unraveled by my eyes. I could even manage Spirit Vision better without needing the suggestions from the Unity of Knowledge and Action spell.
My relationship with Spirit Vision had always been one of constant adaptation and mastery. It was like a tool for digging up treasure; it all depended on how I wielded it.
At this moment, I had a spark of an idea. I had gained a new understanding of this dreamscape.
And this understanding required a corresponding method to wield it. Once mastered... I would possess a new ability!
At that thought, I bolted upright. My Memory Bookshelf spell fully unfurled, and the books recording Rune Rituals burst open, their pages turning into pure knowledge and memory that swirled around me.
I was doing something very important. I was proving something!
Proving that I had the ability to wield the understanding I had just deduced.
It would become the sharpest blade in my hand, the foundation of my existence within this dream.
"What... what is this?"
Bai Yu, who had no idea what was happening, watched my frantic actions with awe. Then, she noticed a shocking transformation.
Before her eyes, the entire indoor space began to dissolve, centered around me. In its place, a familiar scene emerged. This... this had become the standard layout of a Witch Academy dormitory bedroom!
"It looks like I succeeded."
After a long while, I opened my eyes and surveyed my surroundings. This was exactly what my bedroom looked like, identical to my memory.
"Xiao Han, what... what did you do?" Bai Yu's shock at the transformation was beyond words.
"Hmm... how should I put it?" I looked at the rune combination hovering around my hand. After another round of simplification, reorganization, and optimization, I nodded in satisfaction.
"I... created a spell."
That simple sentence left Bai Yu stunned. "Created... a spell? How is that possible? Aren't spellbooks..."
"It's a spell, not a spellbook. Creating a spell is essentially the application of laws and rituals. The threshold isn't as high as you think, Sister Bai. It's just a spell, not a spellbook. A spellbook is a physical tool, but the spell I've mastered will vanish once it's used up."
"Then... the effect of this spell..."
"Didn't you see it, Sister Bai? Changing the world, omnipotence... well, theoretically. It doesn't work quite that well in practice," I said with a smile.
"How... how can such a spell exist? Then aren't you..."
"Hold on. It only works like this inside a dream. Don't get ahead of yourself. It's basically like... daydreaming." I wasn't sure how else to explain it.
But the birth of this spell hadn't involved a single bit of luck.
"Daydreaming?"
"Yes. A spell that can only be used in dreams. And it still needs constant refinement; this is just the initial effect," I said, nodding.
In truth, this spell used the art of magic and Rune Rituals to hijack the dream's Information acquisition channels.
I had Spirit Vision to thank for this. Without its constant trial and error, and the massive accumulation of runes in my Memory Bookshelf, I probably wouldn't have found the relevant runes to combine into such a ritual.
It was like exploiting a bug in the dream. I had swapped the dream's source of "reality" information, replacing the external channel with my own memories and consciousness.
The logic was simple: wasn't the current dream subconsciously gathering information from reality to replicate scenes and maintain the Dream Invasion?
By using Rune Rituals and magical techniques to hijack that instinctive channel and point it toward myself, the dream became, to a certain extent, mine to command.
That was why the scene had changed to my bedroom.
Theoretically, as long as I had seen something or possessed a certain concept, I could abstract those memories or concepts into Information and feed them back to the dream.
The dream would then react by shaping those dream-constructs.
And so, the world's most impractical spell was born.
The external conditions it required were far too strict. It required a Dream Invasion of reality, the dream needed to establish an Information channel with reality, and it had to be in the process of replicating real-world scenes. Only then could my spell "exploit the bug" and take effect.
Furthermore, this effect only worked within the dream. It caused zero damage to reality. Even if I were in the real world, I couldn't use this spell because the necessary conditions didn't exist there.
It was like I had created a cheat engine for a specific game. It only worked for that one game, and only under the specific circumstances of a Dream Invasion.
And just as that cheat engine couldn't be used in daily life, I couldn't use this spell in reality.
However, the emergence of this method ensured that within this specific dream, I was practically a god!
Only now did I finally feel a sense of security within the dream. But this achievement also carried much deeper significance.