Shawn immediately pressed, "What are Characteristics? Are Beyonders people with superpowers? But I don't have any abilities, so how can I be considered half a Beyonder? Also, also, can I learn the ritual to summon that rabbit just now?"
Leyton chuckled and patted his head, "You can, but no knowledge is free. You can't afford it yet."
"As for Beyonders, your physical fitness is a bit better than ordinary people, and isn't it an ability that you can see the Knowledge Rabbit?"
After a pause, he added, "If we can meet again next time, I can directly tell you the ritual to summon the Knowledge Rabbit."
Shawn's eyes lit up, and he asked expectantly, "Next time we meet, does tomorrow count as our next meeting?"
Leyton shook his head and said, "No, next time we meet refers to an encounter after I leave Constant city."
Shawn pouted and continued to press, "Then when will you come to Constant city again? Next year's the Ocean Festival?"
Leyton pondered and replied, "Perhaps, or perhaps much later."
"Hmm, alright," Shawn said, hanging his head, his tone very disappointed.
After parting with Shawn, Leyton directly found Lawrence and exchanged the mystical item called the Magic Chalk Box from him.
Then he directly entered the Spirit World, surging rapidly as a torrent of information, following his intuition. He quickly arrived at the easternmost part of the Fog Sea, on an island called Shoggoth Island.
This is an island colonized by the Feynapotter Kingdom, close to the Berserk Sea. Before Roselle discovered the safe passage, it was the main route for travel between the Northern and Southern continents. However, with the appearance of the safe passage and the shift in focus of the major churches and kingdoms, this island gradually declined and became a gathering place for pirates and adventurers.
Leyton aimlessly wandered the city streets for a while and soon discovered several low to mid-sequence Beyonders of the Spectator pathway in this small city.
"It seems I didn't come to the wrong place. Next is to find the hidden 'King of the Black Throne.'"
While muttering to himself, Leyton's body rapidly dematerialized, breaking down into complex knowledge, transforming into a pure information stream creature, circling the sea area around Shoggoth Island.
Through the "Eyes of Mystery Prying" observation of the surrounding sea area, he quickly discovered the "King of the Black Throne" in the "consciousness blind spot" from the flow of ocean currents.
As it was observed, the psychological invisibility effect on the "King of the Black Throne" instantly broke, and it fully appeared in Leyton's eyes.
This was a huge five-masted sailboat, primarily black, carrying an indescribable sense of majesty that made people inexplicably feel fear, wanting to flee and stay away.
It was over two hundred meters long, even larger than the Death Announcer of the Abyss pathway Sequence 3. On the largest sail in the center, a giant dragon's head with long curved goat horns was depicted.
The moment he truly saw the "King of the Black Throne," a lot of information about this ship surfaced in Leyton's mind, all of which he had already grasped but had subconsciously overlooked.
The "King of the Black Throne," a ghost ship from the Fourth Epoch, is suspected to have fused with the Disciplinary Knight Characteristic of the Justiciar pathway Sequence 5. On this ship, released attacks are weakened, and received damage is enhanced, and this restriction gradually strengthens over time.
Barros Hopkins, the King of the Black Throne, his main body remained in Eden, and those active in the outside world are different identities.
As more information came to mind, an imperceptible faint glow, difficult to observe with the naked eye, appeared in the captain's cabin of the "King of the Black Throne," and Leyton's body reassembled from the complex and pure knowledge.
He smiled as he looked at the elder in front of him, whose eyes showed a hint of astonishment, and said in a calm voice:
"I came here to seek a Dream Weaver Characteristic, but when I just saw the 'King of the Black Throne,' I remembered that all your activities in the outside world are different identities, not your main body, which makes things a bit difficult for me!"
In front of Leyton, Barros Hopkins, wearing a crisp black evening suit, with slight wrinkles on his forehead and an unnaturally pale face, his pupils suddenly turned into dark golden vertical slits.
A violent wind surged in the captain's cabin, seeming to come from reality yet also from illusion.
The wind carried strong wills, blowing in all directions, affecting the bodies, minds, and spirits of those around, as if facing an extremely terrifying giant dragon, making people lose self-control.
At the same time, in the surrounding Sea of Collective Subconscious, various psychological illnesses and extreme madness surged forth, becoming exceptionally active, wantonly eroding and infecting the surrounding islands of consciousness.
Leyton expressionlessly watched the King of the Black Throne in front of him. His body became somewhat illusory, as if it didn't exist at all, completely unaffected by the "Plague Storm."
After two seconds of silence, Leyton suddenly shifted his gaze to the direction of the captain's cabin's bay window and smiled silently.
Then, he flipped his wrist like a magician, producing a lit match.
Silently, the surroundings became exceptionally quiet. Deep darkness, like a tide, engulfed everything. The sounds of surging waves and howling sea winds disappeared, as if everything around was being pulled into the deepest dream.
This state lasted for less than a second. Dazzling sunlight pierced through the heavy darkness, illuminating the surroundings. Terrifyingly majestic dragons, Demonic Wolves, and giants appeared around, their faces ferocious as they surrounded Leyton, as if they would tear his body apart the next moment.
Barros Hopkins, using the Mystical Reenactment that Leyton had just employed, wove a dream, covering the original illusion and making it no longer false.
Leyton directly ignored the illusory figures woven in these dreams and slowly approached Barros Hopkins.
As he moved, pure white, ethereal feathers rapidly condensed behind him, forming wide, white wings.
His body instantly transformed into a black mass covered with countless eyes, filled with madness, exuding auras of destruction, ominousness, and disaster.
The moment the mythical creature form appeared, the dream woven by Barros Hopkins shattered directly, and the surroundings returned to the captain's cabin.
From the cracks in the floorboards, the shadows of objects, and even the dust floating in the air, eyes filled with madness grew, wantonly exuding destruction and madness, emitting whispers that were difficult to block and affected one's mind.
Before Barros Hopkins could make an effective resistance, sinister greenish vines descended from mid-air around him like a rainstorm, covering the surrounding area.
They intertwined and rapidly formed a distorted, mad forest, emitting a grating creak. Countless complex and useless knowledge, like mad Worm of Spirit, scrambled to burrow into his head.
He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his fingers clenching, nails digging into his scalp, causing streams of crimson blood to flow. His body distorted and struggled on the ground.
During this process, his eyes became cloudy, his pupils turned pale gold and vertical, his limbs began to swell, gradually becoming somewhat short and thick, dense gray-white scales appeared on the surface of his skin, and his back bulged high, as if something was about to break through his flesh and emerge from his body.
At a certain moment, Barros Hopkins, struggling on the ground, his eyes suddenly cleared, as if he had become a different person. His voice hoarse and dry, he shrieked:
"...Adam...Adam."
"It's useless. This is a concealed realm, Adam can't hear your voice, unless he has already become a Visionary now."
Leyton mocked Barros Hopkins in a low voice. His voice, in the other's ears, turned into unintelligible, unbearable gibberish.
Barros Hopkins's eyes were sometimes clear, sometimes mad. His virtual personalities were one by one affected by the gibberish and madness, driven wonderful by the knowledge constantly poured into their heads.
In this state, he could hardly make effective resistance, and even Beyonder abilities were difficult to use. Those eyes around him, wantonly exuding madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster, always managed to interrupt his attempts at self-rescue at just the right moment.
"Ugh!!"
"...Kill me! Kill me!"
After a painful wail, Barros Hopkins completely lost his human form. He transformed into a lizard-like monster covered in gray-white stone scales, with two constantly wriggling fleshy lumps bulging on his back. Cracks appeared in the scales on his body, from which mad and sinister eyes grew.
The black mass covered with countless eyes contracted inward, revealing Leyton's human form again. He quietly watched the lizard-like monster, which had fallen to the ground in a state of slumber but whose body was still constantly wriggling.
Barros Hopkins's many virtual personalities, under Leyton's influence, fell into endless madness. They dragged Barros Hopkins's main personality into a dream, where they began to fight each other.
"As long as the correct countermeasure is found, 'Spectators' can easily lose control in battle."
Leyton sighed softly. He raised his hand, summoned an invisible servant, and took several Worm of Spirit from the servant's hand, which were harvested from the puppet of Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar.
The white translucent worm was held in Leyton's hand, and a brilliant, shimmering galaxy was reflected in his eyes.
Gradually, points of starlight also appeared on the Worm of Spirit he was holding, and then transformed into a pale white stream of light that merged into Barros Hopkins, who was twisting and struggling on the floor.
Moments later, Barros Hopkins, who had completely mutated into a monster, gradually recovered his human body. Aside from his damaged clothes, he looked no different from when he started.