Chapter 111: Everything Exists in Dreams

"Then what should I do?" Allen looked at Yodel, who was sitting on the bench.

"You can be much bolder inside the Thought Chamber. You can treat this Thought Chamber as your own. Do not be constrained by rules and frameworks." Yodel said, looking at Allen with black eyes.

"Constrained..." Allen rejected that word.

"Just pretend you are dreaming!" Yodel continued to guide Allen.

"Dreaming?" Allen murmured. In the next moment, a can of Fat Guy Happy Water appeared in his hand. He pulled the tab and took a big gulp.

"Refreshing! This is the feeling! This single sip is worth 2.5 yuan." Allen burped contentedly. "Indeed, everything exists in dreams!"

After speaking, another can of Fat Guy Happy Water appeared in his hand. He threw it to Yodel. "Try a Muggle drink!"

Yodel took the Fat Guy Happy Water, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He was somewhat confused whether Allen possessed extraordinary talent or had been playing the pig to eat the tiger before, being so proficient inside the Thought Chamber.

Meanwhile, Allen had already begun unfolding his memories to study ancient runes. A huge light screen appeared in this space, displaying frozen ancient runes.

Just as Allen was immersed in the ancient runes on the light screen, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Are these ancient runes? This is the first time I have seen ancient runes written in this manner?" Yodel walked to Allen's side, looking at the light screen with full confusion. "Did you come to the Thought Chamber just to look at this? And where did you find so many ancient runes? Did you discover a primordial ancient rune ruin?"

This was the most Allen had ever heard Yodel speak. At this moment, he also realized something was amiss.

"You also understand ancient runes?" Allen asked calmly.

"I have memories of a Notebook Maker researching ancient runes, but he gave up after only a few days. Researching ancient runes is too difficult, let alone utilizing the power of ancient runes." Yodel answered cheerfully.

"Then you don't understand them very well. What a pity." Allen spoke of regret on his lips, but was very happy in his heart.

If you don't understand ancient runes, I am relieved. Allen thought secretly in his heart.

Then he continued to study the ancient runes on the light screen...

Yodel tactfully stopped asking questions on the side. Frowning, he looked at Allen's back, imitated Allen's recent action, pulled the tab, and carefully took a sip, feeling the peculiar sensation of carbon dioxide-generated bubbles exploding in his mouth. Yodel's frown actually relaxed a bit...

The memory Allen displayed was the memory of observing the Thunderbird Eye's transformation spell in July. At that time, Allen had turned a table into a wolf...

To this day, Allen has researched transformation spells very deeply. Although Professor McGonagall has not yet taught how to turn objects into animals, this is not a difficult thing for him; it can even be said to be a natural progression. It is just that he cannot be as proficient as Professor McGonagall, nor as effortless.

To turn the table into a wolf, he prepared for two full minutes before casting the spell, and only then did the transformation succeed.

Looking at the set of key-value pairs under the first parameter on the light screen, the ancient rune parameters into which the imagination of the transformation result was transcribed during spellcasting numbered in the tens of thousands. These were merely the characteristics of the transformation result.

At this time, he had already mastered three or four hundred ancient runes, so he could recognize the meaning of some ancient runes.

For instance, right now Allen found an ancient rune word he was very familiar with: Color.

Then he thought of the description of the Thought Chamber's functions in the book "Memory Control" and Yodel's recent advice to him.

A thought stirred in his heart, and the ancient runes on the light screen began to flow. After a while, only the key-value pairs with the key "Color" remained on the screen.

Allen knew that just now a thought had arisen in his heart to retrieve all key-value pairs with the key "Color." He did not expect the Thought Chamber to actually achieve this.

There were dozens of key-value pairs with the key "Color,"

belonging to various dictionaries, with corresponding values of all kinds. Allen recognized the meaning of one of them—White.

Suddenly, a thought stirred in his heart, and the values corresponding to "Color" on the light screen were all changed to "White."

Watching the series of changes on the light screen, Allen felt as though he had used Excel commands to batch-modify a table and then saved it.

Looking at the modified ancient rune key-value pairs on the light screen, Allen suddenly understood what he should do next.

He exited the Thought Chamber, letting his sub-consciousness return to his own body.

He drew his wand, pressed the tip against the diary, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the memories within the notebook. He quickly perceived the memories in the diary: on one side was a very vast and thick memory, and on the other side were a few threads of memory with a familiar feeling.

Allen had absolutely no interest in Yodel's memory. Feeling the familiarity brought by those few threads of memory, he quickly found the thread of memory he had just modified within them, and then, like extracting a memory from the brain, he extracted this thread of memory from the diary.

Hanging from the wand tip was a wisp of cloud-like white ribbon; this was the memory Allen had extracted.

Allen looked expressionlessly at this wisp of memory. He pressed the wand tip to his temple. The thread of memory vanished rapidly the moment it touched Allen's temple.

And Allen found this thread of memory within his own mind. The memory entering his mind caused no discomfort, nor did it produce any adverse reaction with his brain due to being modified.

Feeling this thread of memory, Allen quickly waved his wand and cast the transformation spell on the table—

The table was successfully transformed into a pure white wolf. Its entire body was pure white; its eyeballs, nose, and even its tongue were white.

Allen knew his guesses were correct. When he cast the spell just now, there was absolutely no imagination of the transformation result in his mind; he merely focused his spirit on that thread of memory, yet the transformation spell was successfully cast, and the transformation succeeded.

It is evident that during spellcasting, a correct set of ancient rune parameters can replace the imagination of the transformation result.

Allen excitedly looked at this wolf that did not exist in the world. Suddenly, something else occurred to him. He transformed his quill into a knife, then sliced open the skin of this white wolf...

The flesh, which should have been pink, also turned white. Allen dipped his hand in some of the white wolf's blood and found the blood was also white.

Allen looked joyfully at his achievement. Although this white wolf looked like a patch of pixels, full of dissonance, Allen knew he had succeeded; his hypothesis was correct.

He could DIY the transformation result by editing ancient rune parameters!

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