Well World, Fifth Level, Inverse Tower.

The Tyrant toyed with the shoddy pieces of copper and iron that Bai Wu had crafted, looking at Bai Wu who was fast asleep... feeling quite perplexed.

Bai Wu yawned to high heaven, with bags under his eyes from staying up late.

This was the fifth day since Bai Wu had finished reading the message from the High Tower Master.

While everyone was thinking of him, and all were preparing to face the Twisted Master...

Bai Wu was continuously researching the Seven Sins weapons.

On the first day, he began by designing according to the blueprints.

Since he already had Pride and Greed, there wasn’t a large workload left, only five items remained.

And in the upper levels of the Inverse Tower, there were more than enough materials, what’s so difficult about this?

Bai Wu thought so, and therefore, the moment he opened the blueprints, he was dumbfounded.

To infuse emotions and twists, to mix different emotions with different ratios...

This left Bai Wu stunned. Was this alchemy?

There were ratio compositions?

Extraction of emotions?

He couldn’t understand it at all, although he suspected all this confusion was due to the Tyrant’s poor translation, he had no evidence.

However, the Tyrant wouldn’t joke about such matters.

So over the next second, third, and fourth days, Bai Wu pondered over this issue.

Yet he couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Now on the fifth day, it’s strange to say, Bai Wu was the only one in a category below Jing Si and Alpha.

But his energy was being drained unusually quickly.

To be exact, not physical strength, but mental energy.

When gazing at those blueprints, Bai Wu felt exceedingly tired.

The obtuse text, devoid of any annotations, and even Prayle’s Eye in his gaze, couldn’t reveal any notes.

But indeed, those writings formed some sort of very rudimentary budding impression in Bai Wu’s mind.

The longer he looked, the faster that budding thing seemed to grow.

On the fifth day, Bai Wu couldn’t hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream.

In that dream, he no longer had a body but became an entity of Will.

The world in his eyes was merely his shadow.

This dream left Bai Wu somewhat confused, but the mysterious sensation in the dream made Bai Wu somewhat reluctant to part with it.

As for the Tyrant, during these days, he was quite bored, responsible for transporting materials for Bai Wu and overseeing the smelting.

Bai Wu indeed tried to craft some weapons according to his own ideas, but they were all trash.

Occasionally there were some weapons with special abilities, but they were far from the Seven Sins.

Bai Wu felt quite uncomfortable, thinking it was all too slow.

But he did not know that the High Tower Master of yesteryears had taken years to craft the Seven Sins weapons.

He might not understand, but concepts had begun taking shape in his mind.

On the morning of the sixth day, Bai Wu woke up to find a faint yellow aura lingering around his body.

Red represented anger, blue represented sorrow, purple represented fear.

Before this, Bai Wu was capable of controlling several emotions at once, able to use two or more powers simultaneously in battle.

But now... a fourth one had emerged.

He felt anxious.

So he defined it as anxiety.

"Perhaps this is a result of the three emotions beginning to fuse?"

Because of his mother, Bai Wu had a keen perception of emotions.

In just a few days, he managed to accomplish a rudimentary fusion.

But this was an unconscious act, much like someone doodling absent-mindedly on paper, scribbling randomly, yet somehow producing something with a sense of abstract art.

The sixth day... creation failed.

Although there was a slight progress, not even Bai Wu knew how he’d managed it.

On the night of the sixth day, he could no longer bear to look at the blueprints, finding that the desire to sleep intensified as he gazed upon them.

It felt almost like Tang Jing was demanding a divine possession of himself.

So Bai Wu decided to take a look at the Sequence Protocol.

The Sequence Protocol was equally complex.

But perhaps because he had seen too many Seven Sins blueprints, he now found a strange beauty in the Sequence Protocol...

It was no longer completely incomprehensible.

He had felt this sentiment several days ago, but vaguely, Bai Wu believed that this sensation was deepening.

On the eighth night,

Bai Wu crafted his first true Spirit Possession item according to his own will.

That afternoon, he was overcome by drowsiness and fell asleep.

In the dream that afternoon, Bai Wu seemed to see the flow of the Source Power lines.

He heard a symphony interwoven with emotions.

Both his ears and eyes felt as if they could perceive things from a higher dimension.

So, that evening... Bai Wu began to design a weapon based on the Envy Greatsword.

As you can imagine, the design failed...

He made a greatsword, but this greatsword possessed a Spirit Possession ability—

Reverse Damage.

Swinging the greatsword wouldn’t cause harm to people; instead, it would have some sort of healing effect.

While it seemed ridiculous, if used well, it might produce miraculous results.

But Bai Wu considered this weapon trash.

"The emotional composition isn’t right... something must have gone wrong."

"Speaking of which, is this the essence of Spirit Possession? I suddenly remember when the watch was being possessed... Prayle’s Eye said something, it mentioned it couldn’t stand the loneliness."

"Is this hinting that, in fact, Spirit Possession equates to the emotional feedback of the item itself?"

"In a twisted world, can inanimate objects also have emotional reactions? No, that’s not right..."

"The rule of Spirit Possession demands to be close to humanity. So, it’s highly possible that this emotional feedback comes from humans..."

"At that time, I didn’t want the captain to die on the flight, nor did I want to be the one always saved..."

"But this thing should depend somewhat on luck..."

"Interesting."

The ninth day.

Based on the previous day, Bai Wu made slight progress.

He created several Spirit Possession artifacts unrelated to the Seven Sins.

Although he vaguely grasped the key, Bai Wu found that he was able to create these items mainly because of the material...

The black pyramidal substances stored in the Inverse Tower seemed particularly reactive to human emotions.

The real world was different.

So in a sense, he hadn’t yet mastered a method for 100% successful Spirit Possession of items.

Just as on the tenth day, Bai Wu took out the pot he had been longing for...

But as for the pot, he had no idea where to start.

Bai Wu’s forging ability now surpassed that of the former executive blacksmiths on Black Gold Island.

The tools he made now possessed some practical combat functions.

But even so... he still couldn’t make the pot undergo Spirit Possession.

"This is really frustrating, wasting a whole day on this damned thing."

The precious day was entirely spent on the attempt to make the pot undergo Spirit Possession.

And the result, as one can imagine...

The pot simply would not undergo Spirit Possession.

On the eleventh day, Bai Wu’s thoughts returned to forging the Seven Sins and the Sequence Protocol.

He focused on the Sequence Protocol because that day, Bai Wu discovered a fascinating phenomenon.

Looking again at Jing Si’s Sequence Protocol... Bai Wu realized he could understand some of it now.

Cause and effect, life and death, space and time, spiritual power...

These abilities seemed to have their own colors, forming patterns that, although their meanings were unclear, had a certain aesthetic appeal.

These patterns, as complex as ancient formations, possessed a mathematical geometric beauty.

At this moment, the Sequence Protocol Bai Wu saw with his eyes had completely changed from the first time he viewed it.

"How interesting."

Bai Wu felt invigorated.

He tried to disturb the colors presented in the Sequence Protocol before his eyes.

But as soon as he touched them, he felt their originally aesthetically pleasing arrangement become utterly disordered.

Bai Wu felt some regret and could only close the Sequence Protocol, planning to look at it later.

As for the forging of the Seven Sins, he had also made a new breakthrough.

The last time, he forged a weapon capable of inflicting negative damage, but it was scrapped because of issues with the values.

This time, he could try to make the values more in line with expectations.

That is to say, the "skill level" had increased.

After crafting this weapon, Bai Wu felt that the creation of the Seven Sins was still far off, but it seemed... there was hope.

He had never before considered that he himself could forge a divine weapon.

Prior to this, only Alpha and the Twisted Master had been able to achieve that.

The thirteenth day.

It was an ordinary day. Bai Wu made no breakthroughs on this day.

It was as if he had fallen into some sort of dilemma.

However, the tyrant who was incessantly reading all sorts of tomes for diversion noticed something.

Bai Wu was sleeping less and less.

In other words, either Bai Wu was expending less spiritual power when looking at the diagrams, or the total amount of his spiritual power was increasing.

The tyrant was astounded; on the first day, Bai Wu had started yawning after just a few minutes.

So much so that the tyrant thought that if Bai Wu wanted to create the Seven Sins at that time, it would probably take him decades...

By then the human world would have likely already become a twisted purgatory.

But now, Bai Wu could watch all through the night.

This meant that Bai Wu’s spiritual power was increasing at a terrifying rate.

Or rather, Bai Wu’s control over his spiritual power was increasing at a terrifying rate.

How many days had it been?

The tyrant was shocked by Bai Wu’s growth, something Bai Wu himself hadn’t noticed.

The current Bai Wu was utterly focused.

What battle of distortion, what comrades and close friends, what world catastrophe...

They all gradually lost their place in his mind.

There were few things in this world that Bai Wu needed to concentrate on, as he learned most things instantly.

It was partly due to Bai Wu himself and partly due to his parents’ genes.

In short, the half-formed Bai Wu had rarely experienced the joy of learning, only the boredom of it.

He seemed like a poor student, but in reality, it was simply because everything was too easy for him.

Like those games Bai Yuan had let him play, which were meant to inspire an absurd imagination for the future, but Bai Wu often lost interest because the games were too easy.

This time was different.

He finally encountered something he couldn’t master or understand, something completely opaque.

And so, Bai Wu displayed a formidable learning talent—concentration.

The fourteenth day.

Just like the thirteenth day, Bai Wu had no insights; instead of looking at the Sequence Protocol, he was looking at the Seven Sins blueprints.

The tyrant didn’t see anything worth mentioning.

But on the fifteenth day, he found himself looking back repeatedly, Bai Wu seemed to be in a trance, sitting there... motionless.

Even into the night, there was no change in Bai Wu.

At this point, the tyrant became somewhat concerned.

The sixteenth day, the seventeenth day...

From the fourteenth to the seventeenth day, Bai Wu remained still.

But around Bai Wu... more and more colors with strange auras began to emerge.

Not to mention the original red, blue, and purple, following that, many strange colors appeared, enveloping Bai Wu in a kaleidoscope of hues, his eyes filled with bloodshot lines.

The current Bai Wu appeared as if he had been "drained."

If it weren’t for Bai Wu’s flesh and blood still present, the Tyrant would have even thought Bai Wu had once again cast "Spirit Possession".

He looked truly too weak.

But there was a kind of morbid excitement.

Finally, on the eighteenth day, Bai Wu coughed up a mouthful of blood, and blood was oozing from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

With a thump, Bai Wu, who had been sitting in the same position for days, suddenly fell to the ground.

Bai Wu obviously wouldn’t let himself die just by looking at something.

The Tyrant found that Bai Wu’s accumulation of fatigue had reached a level that was sufficient to cause sudden death ten times over.

But he just wouldn’t close his eyes.

Now finally unable to bear it any longer, Bai Wu’s face clearly showed regret.

The black, white, green, orange, brown breaths swirling around Bai Wu... began to slowly dissipate.

The Tyrant didn’t know which step Bai Wu had comprehended... but he felt that Bai Wu, in this state, could unravel anything obscure.

Bai Wu fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep lasted directly until the twenty-third day before he woke up. Upon waking up, Bai Wu still didn’t seem to have recovered his energy. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Bai Wu said nothing, only patted his own face, and then...

He no longer focused on any one thing.

This time, Bai Wu began to multitask, studying both Sequence protocols and Seven Sins blueprints at the same time.

In another spherical building, the Tyrant, during his free time, also flipped through some classics.

It was like helping Bai Wu grasp some things, but all the records concerning Seven Sins weapons and Sequence protocols...

Mentioned just one thing—when you gaze into the distortion, don’t try to understand it; feel it.

And according to the records, it took the High Tower Master twenty-nine years to create these weapons.

As for the Twisted Master, Alpha, that took even longer, hundreds of years were spent under the influence of Reverse Dimension.

But even without the influence of Reverse Dimension, it would probably take over a hundred years.

So this task... actually had nothing to do with standing on the shoulders of predecessors.

Because predecessors couldn’t leave behind any useful "techniques".

It relied solely on Bai Wu’s own enlightenment.

So the Tyrant really wanted to persuade Bai Wu not to rush things.

It would be better to comprehend one thing first and then move on to another.

But just as the Tyrant was about to offer his advice, something eerie happened.

Around Bai Wu, Source Power mixed with various colored emotions, weaving into a pattern so peculiar it reached the bottom.

These patterns were exactly what Bai Wu saw in the Sequence protocol and sensed in the Seven Sins blueprint.

The furnace suddenly reacted.

Those peculiar, black crystal-like materials slowly began to float up.

To Bai Wu, the world seemed to have become countless particles...

At first, Bai Wu couldn’t control them, as if always missing something.

Missing a kind of medium.

But when he shifted the mindset of comprehending the Sequence to the approach of forging the Seven Sins, everything seemed to ignite a chemical reaction.

The previously uncontrollable particles seemed to be assembled according to his Will.

The Seven Sins blueprint also started to take on patterns and structure in his vision.

He failed twenty-two days, in the previous twenty-two days, there seemed to be no results at all.

But on the twenty-third day, Bai Wu suddenly entered a powerful state of enlightenment.

On Bai Wu’s body, there seemed to be a kind of transcendent power.

Originating from the Sequence protocol.

As if the two puzzles that troubled him were instantly solved once he exchanged the original lines of thought for each puzzle!

The Tyrant even felt a trace of nervousness.

He did not expect Bai Wu to be able to forge the first Envy Greatsword so quickly. How many days had it been?

How could humans compare to higher-dimensional civilizations? Or was it that... Bai Wu was truly a person in perfect harmony with the distortion?

For some reason...

The Tyrant’s eyes just couldn’t move away from the furnace!