Garen held the intense pain in his head as he stumbled toward the door. He gently pushed a b.u.t.ton.

It was a b.u.t.ton that reminded the people outside that he had finished watching.

There was no sound at first, but soon, soft footsteps could be heard outside.

Crack.

The door opened.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?" A young silver-haired lady in a white robe stared at Garen with a slightly stunned expression. The instant she opened the door, she was shocked by Garen's appearance. Blood trickled down his nostrils and had splattered everywhere. He looked extremely miserable.

"I'm alright, I just need a rest and I'll be fine," Garen waved her off.

What he was most concerned with now was what kind of substance that was flowing out of the moving black hole in his brain.

Instinctively, he had a feeling that those black hole 气息 were of no harm to him.

The lady hurried forward and helped Garen up. The brushes of her arm released a few pale blue ripples that covered Garen's body.

Immediately, a cool and comfortable feeling emerged within Garen, but in exchange, the lady's complexion instantly paled.

"Sorry… My abilities are only barely able to treat you…" She whispered.

"Thank you, I'm already feeling much better." Garen forced a smile. This was obviously a treatment approach but he knew his own body best. With his strong physique, unless he recovered himself, the external force required to affect his body would have to pay a price that not any ordinary living creature could afford.

Exiting the room, Garen came to the side of High Hall with the help of the lady. They found a chair for him to sit and take a breath.

This time around, Garen had used up so much energy inside out even his Energy Machine Imprint had collapsed. He could now only rely on his brain to deal with the large amount of data that he collected.

He had once encountered the same situation in Mech World, but it was not as troublesome as this time.

Especially that mysterious black hole, he had only watched the records of Information once but Garen already felt something had gotten into his mind.

He quietly closed his eyes and leaned against the chair. He heard faint noises of someone calling out his name softly but he was too exhausted to care about it, and so he fell into a deep sleep. High Hall had the same restrictions as the entire Lighthouse; that no living creatures were allowed to use force at the area, hence he could take a rest without worries.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, Garen faintly felt as if he was wrapped in a never-ending darkness 气息, as if something was holding onto him and moving in a certain direction.

He himself was cla.s.sified as an Endor Demon Lord, possessing the terrifying powers of the Four Great Soul Rings. Such a level of dream control was practically a natural ability and basically, dreams would not be affected by any external forces. However, such an abnormal situation was currently happening.

With a slight s.h.i.+ft of attention, Garen instantly woke up, his consciousness completely waking up from the dream.

The black mist around him dissipated all of a sudden, revealing a misty view of the outside world.

What surprised Garen was that the outside world was not an endless black region of dreams, but the large expanse of green waters of Mother Stream.

The roaring rumble constantly trembled in his ear.

He found himself swimming toward the upstream of Mother Stream. There were numerous 气魄 waters that were getting denser and greener. 

"Come on… Embrace the darkness of everything… Turn it into the energy of the universe…" A faint voice that sounded like a summons constantly rang from ahead.

All of a sudden, Garen saw a familiar Black Hole that swiftly emerged before him.

"Black Hole!?"

His heart shook.

(What in the world is happening!? How did I suddenly get so close to Black Hole from my dreams? What in the world is this?!)

Garen thought of retreating. Facing something that he had completely no knowledge of, he was unwilling to simply rush into it. When he was prepared for the next time, with all the complete information he needed, it would still be not too late for him to have a go again.

"Retreat!" He commanded. As Demon Lord, the dream should still be completely under his control.

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With a loud crash, the surrounding rivers 气魄 was stilled immediately. The immense powers of the Demon Lord started spreading and he was once again in full control of his dream.

Garen felt his position gradually falling back as he began to move away from the mysterious, strange Black Hole.

But it was right at that moment! An extremely ma.s.sive force rushed out of the Black Hole.

"Darkness… Darkness… Supreme darkness…!"

It seemed as if there were crowds of people praising, praising and singing songs, when an intense silk thread-like power started spreading and entangled Garen, pulling him by force into the pitch-black Black Hole.

"This is!!?" Garen's heart tightened as his Soul Ring turned violently in an attempt to regain control.

But to no avail, the terrifying Black Hole's power was like gigantic tentacles of multiple octopuses, and even more like innumerable invisible hairs, wrapping around him all over. In comparison with Garen's own strength, the force that it had was like a giant's compared to a baby's. It was simply incomparable.

"d.a.m.n it!"

Everything was out of Garen's control already. If the power of this Black Hole was really the source of Mother Stream, it was basically impossible for him to compete with his ant-like strength in comparison. After all, it was just a tiny recording image.

"Wake up!!" Stirring up the energy of his whole body, he tried to wake himself up from the dream, but unfortunately, his agitation just seemed to aggravate the Black Hole's pulling force. An even stronger surge of pulling force spread from its tentacles.

Although Garen wanted to explore the secrets of Mother Steam's source, he had never thought that it would be under such violent situation.

Suddenly, the Black Hole inflated and with a boom, it covered his entire sight.

In an instant, it was as if Garen dived into a pool of black ink. He could not see anything around him, only the thick, oil-like dark liquid slowly moving about as his body moved slowly like a vortex in water.

With such slow movements, a subtle trace of Information gradually penetrated Garen's brain.

He vaguely understood what this place was…

"High-Dimensional Universe? The High-Dimensional s.p.a.ce that exists high above myriads of dimensional universes?" Garen identified the content of this Information. These records of Information were clearly arranged and seemed as they have been specially organized to form a method of storage similar to the Endor's form of textual speech. It was also evident that the content was later on processed once again.

But then, Garen soon felt that his strength was constantly cl.u.s.tered just like a Celestial Body.

All his energy, including his powers, were all shrinking in the depths of his soul.

His surrounding was getting darker as it got denser, moving around was getting even more difficult. The pulling force stopped after pulling Garen in and disappeared completely.

"High-Dimensional s.p.a.ce… Inevitably requires an immense low-dimensional force as the base for evolutionary improvement. I don't know if it's enough for my level though." Garen understood that after the process of improving his dimensional evolution, he would no longer have to worry anymore. However, he was currently worried whether his powers were sufficient to cope with him entering the High-Dimensional s.p.a.ce this time around.

Just like a character eager to break through the frames of a painting, entering the dimensional-s.p.a.ce was no different. The price to be paid was absolutely unimaginable. 

Since he was already pulled in, he was forced to begin this dimension improvement. Garen could no longer hesitate, and since there was no room for retreat, he could only move forward.

From the Endor Information left from the dark s.p.a.ce, those residuals of Information seemed to contain a ton that wanted to forcefully increase their dimensions but failed. Among them were some Army Level ones, some were ordinary people who had acquired powerful treasures, some were the same as him; in the presence of Demon Lord Level when they encountered the existence of the Black Hole by coincidence. After irresistible circ.u.mstances, they were pulled in by force and forcefully carried out their dimensional development. Those who succeeded were able to enter the new High-Dimensional Universe whereas those who failed were turned into cosmic fertilizer, nouris.h.i.+ng all beings.

Garen stirred up his Soul Ring which released an immense force. This intense force was the ultimate strength of a Middle Level-Demon Lord and it was even able to resist the Black Hole's pull, even for just a second.

Perhaps a True Soul-Level would be able to completely break away from the pulling force, but Garen did not have the slightest resistance at this moment.

In the dark, the power of the whirlpool was getting weaker and weaker by the moment. Garen was almost in a sluggish state. From the looks of the Information memory that remained in the s.p.a.ce, it was nearly impossible for one to rely on one's energy to recover from a sluggish state. Once Garen's mind was thoroughly stagnated, awaiting him would just be a moment where he gets swarmed by the huge flow of time as he rots to death.

The rotation of the whirlpool was actually able to largely offset the time flow over here at the source of Mother Stream. Once stopped, it would only need one or two hours to completely erase Garen's life for ten thousand years.

Along the road, transmigrating through a number of different worlds, Garen had never feared to face death, and he stayed the same as the matter of life or death was right before him.

Being pulled into this Black Hole under odd circ.u.mstances, he would just be waiting for death if he did not advance. The only thing he could do was to fight hard.

Deep in Garen's soul, he had decided that he would not hesitate anymore if he had to fight.

The Four Great Soul Rings started to spin and an immense power combined with his violent physique began a self-destructive nature.

The self-destructive nature would be able to produce a huge amount of aggressive force, but it would cause a permanent and irreversible damage to his Soul Ring. However, a Soul Ring could be devoured and absorbed again, whereas he only had one life.

Garen whipped up all his strength and prepared to release it all behind him.

At that moment, the Natural Attributes Pane below his gaze suddenly burst out a striking red flare.

The endless red light instantly penetrated his eyes, his bodies, and even the darkness around him. It was as if a light bulb suddenly lit up in the dark night.

Magnificent yet crystal clear.

The red crystal-like radiance instantly froze Garen like a bug caught in amber. He was unable to move at all, even the self-destructive Soul Ring energy that he prepared within his body condensed in a blink of an eye.

"This is!?" Garen was shocked. He had investigated the origins of his talents and powers for a long time, but no matter how much he investigated, he had never discovered a specific source. This sort of extreme, abnormal talent and power was just a formidable strength that was discovered by accidental luck. 

But in reality, he knew deep inside that just relying on chemical mutation was actually sufficient to activate such a complex ability naturally.

To be able to modularize all the skills and abilities of beings in the world, and to generalize all of that so that they would never be chaotic and develop in a negative direction, every ability was well organized. Furthermore, it solidified his body so his physique would not degrade even if he slowed his training.

Such a strange and powerful talent was still never before seen even now that Garen had arrived at the Lighthouse.

Solidify everything and accommodate everything. These were practically the highest conceptual power.