Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

In the early hours of the morning, Thoth opened his eyes in a damp bedding. The rustle of rain and the snoring of his roommates merged into a unique rhythm, making him completely sleepless, and his confused thoughts gradually became clear.

During this more than a month, he practiced all the extraordinary abilities from Sequence 9 to Sequence 3 of the Secret-Peeping Path, such as using divination to ask whether the weather will be clear tomorrow, using simple witchcraft to create sparks, and making crafts that contain extraordinary power.

Scrolls that produce specific effects, frozen a small area of ​​lake water with ice cones, restrained the movement of some extraordinary creatures with paralysis rays, tried to use the voyeuristic eye to observe magical objects, and put the voyeuristic eye on a crow to let it

Being his own eyes and ears... he was somewhat successful, but there was one ability that left him a little confused.

That is [Mysterious Reappearance]: draw power from the occult knowledge you have mastered to create magic or witchcraft. The fewer people know the corresponding occult knowledge and the less it is spread, the more powerful this magic will be.

"Then on the other hand, if this knowledge is almost equal to common sense, you can't make powerful magic at all, right?" This is where Thoth is in trouble, because he has only been in contact with the mysterious world for more than a month, where can he find the secret?

Transferred knowledge?

Is it possible that I have to listen to ravings? He thought a little nonsensically, but Hermes warned very solemnly not to try to distinguish the content of those ravings, which may include some taboo and extremely polluting knowledge, which will seduce people.

The extraordinary man went to fall, and at the same time he glanced at Thoth as if he was there. Thoth thought very bitterly, "You are worrying too much, don't talk gibbering, you don't even have tinnitus."

Thoth gripped the quilt tightly in frustration. When he was in compulsory education, he was a student who was very uneasy if he couldn't finish his homework, even if he had to fight with the damn electromagnetic laws and linear algebra. Now there is a puzzle.

There is no way to solve the problem in front of me. This is more serious than not being able to finish my homework. You must know that there are sinister creatures like demons in this other world. If you encounter one day without a method, you will lose a little bit of life.

?

Forget it... It's useless to think so much. It's better to fall asleep and roam the sea of ​​collective subconscious... Hehe, although I am not a dream walker...

Speaking of which... Is it true that only dream walkers can do this? Can't they indirectly touch the power of the spiritual realm? Sleepwalking... Dreamland... Alice in Wonderland? Zhuang

Zhou Mengdie? Uh, what's all this? Go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day.

He finally closed his eyes helplessly and fell into a peaceful darkness. His delusions about roaming the subconscious sea were quickly broken into fragmented thoughts, but they did not disappear. Instead, they shone like glass pieces in the sun.

"Dream", "wandering", "subconscious sea", "Zhuang Zhou", "butterfly", "wonderland"... Every noun or verb exudes a bewitching luster in the dark mind,

Thoth's consciousness came across one of these words unconsciously.

"Butterfly."

Did Zhuang Zhou turn into a butterfly? Or did the butterfly turn into Zhuang Zhou?

If I become a butterfly, can I fly across the sea of ​​subconsciousness? Travel in dreams?

While half dreaming and half awake, Thoth pictured the wings of a butterfly in his mind. The tips of the butterfly's wings trembled and turned into a ball of light. The light spots fission rapidly, creating a tide of light that could light up the long night. Each of them

A drop of water re-outlines the shape of the butterflies. They dance and move according to the heart, as unpredictable as clouds.

Thoth suddenly felt that his body was very light, and his vision no longer seemed to be restricted by height. Whether it was the path paved with golden ginkgo leaves or the clock tower pointing at nine o'clock in the evening, he could see it, and he drifted by unconsciously.

The cafeteria was painted with a layer of dull gray, and the teaching building where noisy people were everywhere but no one could be seen floated out from the window. The football-green plastic lawn gradually became barren and withered, and a puddle accumulated between the green and withered yellow.

At the junction of , he floated directly above the puddle, and accidentally glanced——

A group of butterflies flap their wings in the water.

Thoth suddenly stood up from the bed and held down his violently beating heart.

"That was...?!" With some incredible conjecture, he slowly lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and re-outlined the shape of the butterfly in his mind, feeling that his body was becoming more and more...

The lighter I get, the clearer the scene in front of me becomes, and the puddle on the football lawn reappears in front of me.

"this is me?"

The tip of the butterfly's wing touches sleep, causing a shallow ripple.

Fluctuating spirituality congratulated him and congratulated him on finally using the ability of "mysterious reappearance".

The story of "Zhuang Zhou Mengdie" is so mysterious?!"

"So Jingwei reclaims the sea, Nuwa mends the sky, Painted Ghost, Lost in Peach Blossoms, Lanke chess game... so many ancient myths and allusions in China... are they not groundless? No, this is

Too... Wait, don't think about explaining everything scientifically! If everything could be explained scientifically, then I wouldn't be here at all!

So...I should be happy.

Since it was non-scientific factors that allowed me to travel here, then non-scientific means will definitely allow me to go back! This makes sense! And I am already on this path!

The young man opened his eyes in the darkness for a long time, and finally two tears of joy slid down his temples.