About five minutes later, Ryan raised his hand and rubbed his brow.
Today, he had once again saved the Destiny of that island.
Syndra’s dream was still as empty, chaotic, and dangerous as before.
Her consciousness seemed to be mostly immersed in a nightmare or a tragic memory.
Scattered, real perceptions of the outside world, in her cognition, were more like those confusing dreams.
Ryan could actually understand this, as her experiences were both convoluted and tragic.
Moreover, after being suppressed for so many years, even with a strong will, it was inevitable for her mental state to develop some issues.
However, understanding aside, this confusion undoubtedly required Ryan to be even more cautious during the soothing process.
He had to extract valid information from those seemingly nonsensical ramblings, like dream talk.
He needed to distinguish between what truly troubled Syndra and what were external factors temporarily mixed in.
This process was like a psychiatric patient constantly explaining her worldview to you, rambling that you, too, are a mushroom.
And while playing the role of a mushroom, you need to find out why she believes she is a mushroom.
But no matter how winding the path, it will become smooth with repeated travel.
Ryan had gradually found the knack for it.
Now, he could not only skillfully play the role of a mushroom but also glean some tips on growing taller from another mushroom…
“Slap!”
Ryan lightly patted his head with his hand, then slowly began to take deep breaths.
After the dream ended, he needed some time to get his thoughts back on track.
I am not a mushroom.
I am not a mushroom.
I am not a mushroom…
After silently repeating it three times, Ryan murmured to the beach:
“I am a mush… I am a person.”
Very good.
He was still normal!
Ryan was very satisfied with his mental state; he maintained an open mind while remaining rational.
After confirming he was still a human, he began to review the gains from this dream journey.
First, the direct gains…
He raised his fingertips.
The gloomy Dark Magic did not fear the scorching sun; instead, it became even more exuberant, as if in defiance.
A crossing without a cheat was inevitably accompanied by regret.
And Ryan’s cheat was that whenever Syndra began to create a dream, he would feel it.
And he could easily follow that feeling into Syndra’s dream, glimpsing Syndra’s experiences and… the essence of Dark Magic.
This ability created a mysterious connection between him and Syndra.
Specifically, he also gained Dark Magic.
Moreover, this magic would grow stronger with his “contact” with Syndra.
In Ryan’s view, if this connection were a system.
Then this system would probably be called the Syndra Favorability System, or the Syndra Cultivation System.
Of course, this cultivation was mutual.
Syndra gave him power.
And he… was responsible for lulling her to sleep.
Soothing her nightmares.
And providing her with a comfortable sleeping environment.
The former was easy to understand.
As for the latter.
Ryan needed to gain the favor of the First Land through various means.
When the First Land considered him a good person, it would also treat Syndra, who had a deep connection with him, a little better.
This increase in Dark Magic was slight.
But Ryan didn’t care.
If he could get stronger in five minutes, who would quibble over how much stronger?
Moreover, he had another gain.
Although Syndra had very little perception of the outside world, the environment determined the value of information.
As a “scout” in the enemy camp, any information she perceived held immense value.
“The rabbits outside are running more joyfully… Are they going to put carrots in the neighboring bathtub?”
Ryan pondered this freshly acquired information carefully.
The “rabbits outside” most likely referred to the stationed Noxus people.
As for “carrots” and “bathtub”…
Ryan looked back behind him; for a neural… no, for a simply reclusive woman, Ionia might be much like a bathtub.
And what did “carrots” refer to?
Weapons?
Or warriors being used as weapons?
This news seemed much more important than previous information about driving away beasts or saving owls!
Although Ryan hadn’t deliberately studied the background story of the Rune Universe in his previous life, he generally knew about major events and popular hero stories.
For example, Noxus had invaded Ionia twice…
So, was this a prelude to the second invasion?
Or was it just a temporary strategic adjustment by Noxus?
Ryan fell into a state of melancholy.
He hoped this was a prelude to the second invasion, because nothing could gain the favor of the First Land more than obstructing the Noxus people.
But.
This was a real world.
War meant death.
Sighing softly, Ryan looked up at the azure sky, trying to let the sun dispel the gloomy Dark Magic aura on him.
Whether in his previous life or this one, he was incredibly unfamiliar with war, and his knowledge of war-related topics was extremely limited.
After all, those bigshots who understood war simulations and could conjure nuclear bombs, even if they transmigrated, would go to historical or military novels.
As for his advantages… there weren’t many, just an extremely handsome face.
And as a transmigrator, his beginning was particularly abrupt.
Without any warning, he arrived in another world.
Even more unexpectedly, his consciousness entered Syndra’s dream immediately.
In that bizarre fantasy, there was no sign of Syndra herself, which made Ryan once believe he had transmigrated into a world with chaotic rules.
And when he gradually adapted to that chaotic state and made a dark, shadowy friend, the dream suddenly shattered.
The first scene he saw in this world was not the worried faces of parents, but the malice from this world… or rather, from the First Land.
It was at that moment that Ryan personally experienced what the phrase ‘all things in Ionia have spirits’ meant.
Twisting, churning giant trees, sand rising to the sky—those ordinary ‘inanimate objects’ suddenly came to life…
The moment he, this “male Syndra,” appeared in the First Land, the First Land immediately raised its ‘palm,’ ready to swat this misguided fly, tainted with the aura of Dark Magic, to death.
But the will of the First Land could influence spirits but could not control humans.
Just then, Hui, who was nearby gathering inspiration, extended a helping hand, and the magically imbued pigments instantly soothed the restless nature.
Thus, Ryan, who inexplicably became “male Syndra,” gained a chance to live.
Although the spirits of this land didn’t particularly welcome him… at least he survived!
