Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 705 - 89: Desensitization Therapy (Part 2)

"If I were to explain it according to your theoretical framework... it's just like the principle of a pollution zone."

She created an abnormal space in Dark Furnace City, naturally knowing every detail within it. "Once the pollution zone stabilizes, you can invite your friends in, or even kidnap someone you dislike into it. You might also encounter uninvited guests who have grasped the principle of entry."

In reality, most of the villagers in the pollution zone stumbled into it by accident.

"From my observation, the condition for entering the pollution zone you've created should be staying by your side when you're asleep."

"Wait a minute."

Ethan gestured to pause. He felt that there was a fundamental difference between the concepts of 'dream realm' and 'pollution zone.' From a physical perspective, the pollution zone truly exists, and whatever invaders encounter inside will have a real impact on them.

"How do you know your 'dream realm' doesn't actually exist?"

Little Dark once again read his mind. With a puzzled expression, she spoke before Ethan could respond, "Rather, it's strange that your magic power can't sustain the existence of a pollution zone. I actually wanted to ask you yesterday... why does it feel like your magic power has weakened?"

That shoulder throw was quite powerful, but compared to the person she knew, Ethan's mastery of magic and knowledge had regressed significantly. She couldn't imagine a day would come when she would be explaining the knowledge of pollution zones to Ethan.

The only explanation she could think of was that the brutal hit that Ethan mentioned was indeed too severe. Not only did it cause him to lose much of his memory, but it also led to a decline in his magic power. However, if one were directly struck on the back of the head, it could happen, as that's where the central nervous system for managing magic lies.

"This could also be an opportunity, don't you think?"

Lindong shifted her body, lying completely on the sofa, and casually rested her right leg on Ethan's knee. "Even if you've forgotten, you can start learning how to maintain a pollution zone from scratch now. The 'pollution zone' you've created is far more interesting than those of the Old Gods."

In fact, Lindong thought that the name "pollution zone" wasn't appropriate for Ethan. What he had created was more akin to the "Celestial Kingdom" described by the True God believers.

A lawful society without disputes, where everyone lived orderly in that steel forest.

"I remembered, that place is somewhat like the 'City of Truth' observed by the God of Truth."

During the existence of the Violet Commune, Lindong had read some ancient texts left by the God of Truth.

Among the many True Gods, He was considered a unique entity, as the pursuit of truth destined His true believers to be incompatible with the Life Divine Teachings. Since Henry III ascended the throne, the Church Court and Royal Family had been seizing and destroying the ancient texts left by the Truth Society on various grounds.

Privately possessing these texts is considered a serious crime, and even professors of the Truth Society are not exempt.

The description of the "City of Truth" was defined by the Church Court as heretical, as it challenged the True Gods' creationist theory, thus necessitating prohibition.

These forbidden books were stored in a secret cellar by the Violet Commune. Once the keyword "forbidden books" was triggered concerning Lindong, she spent an entire day flipping through the forbidden books in the cellar.

Hundreds of meters of steel structures, ring roads surrounding the city, overpasses, railways, underground transport tracks...

The contents were obscure and difficult to understand. Even though the followers of the God of Truth who penned these works tried their best to depict that beguiling yet alluring city, the involvement of too many incomprehensible concepts made it seem more like gibberish.

Even among the members of the Violet Commune, a considerable number thought the creation theory advocated by the Church Court's True God was more reliable than the "City of Truth."

However, after entering Ethan's "dream realm," Lindong suddenly felt that the scenes described in the ancient texts were identical to the visions in the "dream realm."

"I just wonder if the library of the Violet Commune has been sealed..."

After pondering for a moment, Lindong said, "I can take you there to have a look."

The "Fallen War" two years ago signaled the complete failure of the Violet Commune movement. After escaping the Imperial Capital, Lindong believed that the Church Court would no longer continue to search the Violet Commune hideouts.

The cellar storing the books is very close to them.

During the Violet Commune movement, there were some nobles in the Imperial Capital who refused to yield to the Church Court. They voluntarily provided meeting rooms and hiding places for the commune members. Regardless of their reasons, they undeniably contributed to resisting the Church Court.

After dinner, the two of them, accompanied by a cat, walked along the alleys of the Upper City. The Imperial Capital had changed a lot since Lindong left two years ago. Most of the nobles and affluent businessmen who maintained relations with the commune were purged after the "Fallen War."

The Judicial Court ransacked homes, tied family members to the stake, and handed their assets to the Church Court as atonement.

The familiar meeting places were either left vacant for a long time or completely set on fire.

This time, their luck didn't seem to be so good.

"It's right here."

Lindong stopped on a piece of empty land, where traces of burning could still just be seen. "A professor from the Truth Society used to live here. Behind a closet in the estate's storage room was a hidden door leading to an underground library. Since the time of Henry III, his family has been dedicated to rescuing books seized by the Church Court."

Now, the estate no longer existed, let alone the hidden door and the cellar for storing books.

However, this was to be expected.

The professor had long been suspected by the Church Court. After the failure of the Violet Commune movement, the Church Court and Judicial Court began to recklessly purge anyone suspected of having connections to the commune.

No evidence was needed—suspicion alone was enough for execution.

Lindong still remembered the professor as a slightly plump middle-aged man, looking quite amiable, far removed from the stereotypical image of the sharp and shrewd followers of the God of Truth. When she stated her purpose, the professor was overjoyed. He prepared exquisite pastries for Lindong and even took the initiative to show her the cellar's collection of books.

He was very eager to share the knowledge left by the God of Truth with others.

But now, it was empty here, as if the professor's family had never existed.

"Perhaps we should erect a tombstone for him here."

Ethan suggested.

As for the professor himself, once connected with Julius, he had most likely been tied to the stake and burnt to ashes.

He summoned accumulated leaves and dust with wind element and then moved to the place where the estate once stood to cast "Earthquake." In the next second, a crisp "ouch!" came from the ground beneath them.

The earth rolled for quite a while, and a small yellow potato poked its head out from underground.

A visibly swollen bump sat on the back of her head, her eyes red as she glared at Ethan with a look as if she was about to cry any moment.

Ethan had never seen such a situation before.

Why would an earth elemental be struck by a basic Earthquake spell?

Unless...

She wasn't summoned but had been underneath them from the start, which was why she happened to be smacked on the back of the head by Ethan's Earthquake.

Every appearance of this small yellow potato seemed somewhat unconventional.

"What are you doing here?"

"Treasure hunting! I called you!"

The small yellow potato puffed up her cheeks, and only then did Ethan recall that when the Elemental Elves had come to his bathhouse for a meeting, this small yellow potato had called everyone to join her in treasure hunting, but the discussion had been focused on the dark element, so nobody paid attention to her.

"Did you find any treasure?"

Ethan was delighted.

Could it be that the professor had saved the ancient texts of the Truth Society with all his might before being executed?

He hurriedly asked, "Is it a lot of books?"

"No."

The small yellow potato instantly went on alert. "You're not here to snatch my found treasure, are you?"

"Why don't you tell us what you found first? We can trade a good item with you."

Ethan was well-versed in dealing with Elemental Elves, and upon hearing this, the small yellow potato's guard lessened significantly. After thinking for a bit, she said, "I found a gate to another world!"

"Another world? What's there?"

"I promised the people there not to tell anyone!"

"We're not just anyone; we're your best partners."

Ethan played the emotional card. "Besides, I know a lot of hidden treasure spots in the Imperial Capital."

"Really?"

"Of course."

After a brief contemplation, the small yellow potato said, "There's a chubby man there! A chubby man with gold-rimmed glasses!"