"Is it really this convenient? Can one learn even in dreams? Isn't this basically using cheats?"
Faust marveled in his heart. If he could just set himself as a highly gifted apprentice, he could cram information into his head at an incredible rate. If he pulled someone else into this story world, wouldn't it be a high warlock crash course?
【That depends on whether the compiler of the story possesses the relevant knowledge. If they do, they can indeed pull people into a dream world to learn. The effect is far more than just twice the result with half the effort.】
【In the beginning, these story compilers were truly lawless. Even without using their stories to overwrite reality, there were many other wonderful uses.】
【For instance, pulling someone into the story world to instill knowledge they know and master; or sketching a real-world prototype into a story to deduce what might happen in the future. They weren't prophets, but they were better than prophets.】
As Mephistopheles detailed the talents of a story compiler, the fire in Faust’s heart grew hotter. He couldn't help but ask:
"Once you finish your analysis, can you replicate these authorities? Since it won't directly affect reality, there shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Due to the contract of life and death, Faust could interact with the fairy on a mental level. As long as there was no impact on reality, Mephisto could entertain herself in the Celestial Realm without the wheel of destiny viewing it as defiance.
【Theoretically, it is feasible.】
Before Faust could rejoice, Mephistopheles added:
【Unfortunately, my current analysis speed is very slow. Given the loose and shallow architecture of this story, I probably won't be able to finish the analysis before it ends.】
Before Faust could lash out at the useless fairy, Mephistopheles hurriedly said:
【However, I have still discovered something. Yusewood is using an immersive experience, so this is essentially her dream world. Try to make her experience intense emotional fluctuations. Only when the master of the dream makes a mistake will I find a loophole to exploit.】
【As for how to do it? You are the expert at dealing with fate's scripts. It's time for you to show your worth. Good luck! Tee-hee!】
Although Mephistopheles used cuteness to brush it off, what she said made sense. The two parties to this contract should be in a relationship where they work together with a common goal, each performing their own duties.
Faust treated Mephisto like a cheat-code mentor, but in the fairy's eyes, Faust—a mortal who could move like a dragon through the witches' feast—was also a cheat-code of sorts.
If Faust were truly the only one taking from the relationship, he would feel quite embarrassed to criticize Mephistopheles for her lack of progress.
In other words, it's my turn to act!
But... how should I break the situation? In this script constructed by Yusewood, what is the unshakable underlying logic? What is the maximum range of change without destroying the original framework?
The prince’s mind raced, until his head was lightly tapped by the silver-haired princess’s finger.
"Faust, you're spacing out. What are you thinking about?"
Yusewood lowered her head. The moon-white off-shoulder long dress she wore was already quite thin and loose, and her unguarded movement caused the front of the dress to catch the heavy, rounded fullness that seemed to mock the laws of gravity.
Faust was blinded by the dazzling whiteness.
The pendulums, the water balloons, the stats.
Talk about heavy fruit on slender branches. Is this really a physique a human can have?
Oh, wait, this is a fantasy fairy tale world. Never mind then.
The silver-haired princess brought her exquisite, stunning face closer, a refreshing fragrance wafting over him. She tapped the handsome boy’s nose, her sage-blue eyes showing a charming smile:
"Could it be... you don't know where to look? You little rascal, you aren't allowed to think about naughty things."
"You are only allowed to think about them when I permit it. I will make you comfortable, so you don't need to worry about anything else."
Something was wrong.
Faust frowned, suddenly realizing where the sense of dissonance came from.
Yusewood’s aggressiveness and desire for control were too strong. She was practically acting like a super wicked woman, playing with a pure-hearted boy in the palm of her hand.
Is this natural?
Even though he already knew that his royal sister had a rich inner life and was extremely repressed, Faust didn't think Yusewood could seamlessly transition into a wicked woman. She just wasn't cut out for it!
This royal sister of his possessed a nobility and pride in her bones. Faust was certain of this; his respect for Yusewood stemmed from that very point.
A royal sister like that, even in a dream, would have to follow basic logic. Unless... this was a "story setting."
Faust immediately said:
"Sister, I don't want to learn these boring spells anymore."
"What?"
The silver-haired girl tilted her head, quietly listening to the boy’s complaint.
"Casters who stand in the back are all cowards. A real man should use swords to win glory!"
Yusewood’s eyelids lowered slightly as she asked:
"Where did you learn such things? Have you ever been to a battlefield? You really want to be a man, don't you?"
Faust pursed his lips and said nothing, only staring at the silver-haired older sister with stubborn eyes.
Thus, Yusewood’s attitude gradually softened. She raised an eyebrow and said:
"True. Your dream is to become the strongest in the world, so naturally, you must develop in all aspects."
There was even a setting like this? Mephistopheles, you've cut corners on me again!
Forget it. Faust also knew that Mephistopheles could only see the shallowest background settings; the core content had to be investigated by himself.
Yusewood took a pure white sleeveless swordsman’s outfit from the wardrobe and changed into it right in front of him. She crossed her arms and said:
"Since you want more masculine training, very well. I shall teach you swordsmanship."
Next, Faust was taken to the courtyard outside the mansion, where Yusewood taught him techniques hand-in-hand.
Swordsmanship combat was entirely different from spell instruction. It required every muscle and every joint to be in the right place, making some friction inevitable.
For some reason, Faust’s self-control in this realm was particularly poor, completely unlike his usual ability to restrain himself.
The Supreme Bone turned rebellious.
"So, when someone tries to put you in a chokehold like this..."
Yusewood’s explanation came to an abrupt halt. At this moment, she was having Faust hold her in a chokehold from behind, teaching her apprentice techniques on how to escape such a situation. Consequently, the girl could clearly feel what was meant by disproportionate grandeur.
Faust could only look at Yusewood with innocent eyes.
However, the silver-haired princess only remained silent for a few seconds before continuing her explanation.
You're just going to act like nothing happened?
Faust really wanted to characterize this as the silver-haired girl’s thoughtfulness, not wanting to make him feel awkward, but no matter how he thought about it, it felt intentional. Or rather, she had considered it, but only briefly.
Because in such a romantic atmosphere, Yusewood was actually more bold and aggressive than usual in their physical closeness, as if she wanted to transfer all her warmth to him.
Not only that, even through the fabric, the silver-haired girl would run her hands along the obvious contours.
No matter how one looked at it, these were no longer normal distances or interactions.
If the genders were swapped, the comments would be in the tens of thousands. Does anyone understand?
While they remained close for a while under a tacit understanding, a charming blush tinted Yusewood’s snowy-white face, and a mist gradually formed in her clear, cold eyes.
However, while Yusewood was grandiosely performing these incredible little movements, Faust also obtained the answer he wanted.
Rate on N.U.
