The final warning caught Ron’s attention.
What kind of memory can "infect" the virtual system?
This indeed involved risks he had never considered before.
"It seems that constructing a virtual environment is far more complex and dangerous than I imagined."
As Ron continued reading, he found that the technical route of the literature astonishingly aligned with his "Three-in-One" system:
Magic Potion Making handles the modulation of various consciousness stabilizers and perception enhancers;
Alchemy is used to manufacture the physical carriers and neural interfaces of the virtual environment;
Enchantment constructs a complex rune network connecting spirit and matter...
"This integration idea... is practically tailor-made for ancient alchemy."
What truly made him smile knowingly was a hidden detail at the end of the literature.
On the last page of the technical parameters table, written in nearly invisible microscopic font:
"The observer’s perspective determines the reality’s level, and the true Creator is never confined by the limitations of a single dimension.
——Dedicated to those who dare to explore the successors"
This manner of expression is entirely consistent with the style of the King of Illusions.
"The arrangement is indeed thorough." Ron murmured to himself, sincerely admiring the tactics of this Witch King.
Just as he was immersed in this precious knowledge, deep within the Abyss Fifth Layer, a warmth and eerie "child-rearing" activity was ongoing...
In the Sea of Darkness, Nari’s treasure vault in the Eye of the Abyss resembles a massive womb, warm and full of vitality.
The membrane of the "Brain Jellyfish King" flows with shimmering luster.
These membranes can adjust color and brightness according to Nari’s emotional shifts.
At this moment, they emit a gentle pink glow, the color of maternal love.
Nari was sprawled in the center of the vault, its fortress-sized eyes focused intently on the puppet within the bubble.
Each of its tentacles was placed carefully, fearing disturbing its "darling."
"What should I prepare for my little angel to eat today?"
Its voice in the consciousness domain was soft and syrupy like a little girl’s, starkly contrasting with its enormous terrifying form:
"It liked the Corrosion Sea Snake yesterday, should I try a different flavor today?"
It began searching in the storage room, where various well-preserved abyssal creature corpses were arranged.
Each was wrapped in special bubbles, maintained in a fresh state at the time of death.
"This ’Nightmare Butterfly’s antennae are tender and should be nutritious..."
"The petals of the ’Blood Tears Flower’ contain pure hopeless essence, beneficial for growth..."
"And the heart of this ’Time Domain Bug’ can enhance time perception ability..."
Nari, like a young mother preparing baby food, made each choice after careful thought.
It even began to learn to adjust the diet based on the puppet’s reactions, observing which materials were more "favored."
Eventually, it selected a recently deceased "Silent Spider."
This creature lived by devouring sound, accumulating abundant "silent essence" within its body.
"Come, darling, open wide for your meal..."
Nari gently placed the spider’s corpse near the bubble, then held its breath while awaiting the reaction.
A few seconds later, the miracle happened again.
The runes on the puppet’s surface began to shimmer, the patterns pulsating like blood vessels, emitting increasingly bright silvery glow.
Upon the activation of the runes, the Silent Spider commenced an orderly and exquisite decomposition process.
This was not ordinary corrosion or devouring, but a form of energy reorganization full of artistic flair.
Every muscle fiber was precisely separated, every drop of bodily fluid perfectly purified, even the bones transformed into pure energy flows absorbed.
The entire process was like watching a fascinating artistic creation, stunningly beautiful.
"Wonderful! My darling has grown a bit more again!"
Nari trembled with excitement, countless tentacles wildly dancing in the air.
It could clearly feel the puppet’s energy fluctuation steadily rising, while emitting increasingly strong favor effects.
This was also the reason for its excitement, as the puppet grew, the feedback of stabilizing effects it received also intensified.
The chaotic thoughts that had long troubled it began to clear up, some originally uncontrollable emotional fluctuations gradually calmed down.
It could finally long-lastingly feel the clarity of thought and inner peace.
"So this is the feeling other Apostles possess..."
Nari sighed with satisfaction, tears of emotion flowing down its eyes.
The congealed matter of its tears, placed in the outside world, was undoubtedly pure Abyssal Essence, each drop of high value.
"My little darling, you are mother’s most precious gift..."
It caressed the surface of the bubble, its voice filled with maternal love:
"Mother will protect you, let you grow quickly, and become stronger than any other monster..."
Just then, Nari suddenly recalled an important matter.
According to Abyss tradition, every few decades, a "preheated duel" is held.
Various Apostles would dispatch their subordinates for battle, both as a display of strength and to warm up the atmosphere for the formal battle for a change of position.
The last duel was over three hundred years ago, at that time, Nari could only hide in a corner, eagerly watching other Apostles show off their "creations."
Those powerful blood kin families, loyal Mutant Werewolves, cunning Dream Spiders... each one left it envious.
And now...
"Less than a year left until the next duel..."
Nari calculated in excitement, a flame of hope burning in its gigantic eyes:
"Given my darling’s current growth speed, maybe... maybe I can join too!"