Another ability of the Ring of Light is their current state.
Darkvision, true darkvision.
Or, to put it another way, eternal light.
A highly prioritized state, allowing one to see clearly even in the deepest darkness.
This extremely high-level ability is countless times more powerful than the darkvision they currently possess.
For example, the darkvision they used with their spells could only see within a circumference of one meter in the dark environment created by Sofia.
However, the darkvision granted by the Ring of Light was completely unaffected, as if it were daytime.
The same applies to darkness caused by other spells or artifacts.
Its primary ability is to control and enhance light.
"Can you enhance the original spell you already know?" Alka asked.
If he remembered correctly, Sofia's original spell was a powerful spell called [Silver Light].
This spell even altered the very nature of Sofia's magic, causing it to be silver whenever she used it. This spell can be used in both combat and reconnaissance, making it extremely versatile.
Now that the Ring of Light is compatible with Sofia, it means it can also be used with the same treasure that once touched Sofia's Enlightenment City.
Perhaps they could even combine to create an even more powerful effect. Sofia nodded at Alka's question.
"No problem, it works with silver light." It seems to be true. Just like Alka's [Dream Catcher] and [Mirror].
"But I can only use these simpler abilities right now. I need to train and familiarize myself with the more powerful ones."
Hearing Sofia's words, Alka nodded. It was indeed true. After a while, Sofia had almost mastered the treasure, and the headband she wore slowly sank into her head.
It blended in with the same effect as a mirror.
It then left some features on the outside, but not the triangular gemstone as Alka had imagined.
Instead, it left two golden horizontal lines, the gold threads of the headband.
The two threads slid from her temples to her brows, with a space in the middle separating them.
This feature wasn't noticeable, but rather quite beautiful.
"To celebrate today's harvest, how about a banquet tonight?" Juanlu suggested with a smile.
"Of course, that's fine."
"Great."
"Then I'll go downstairs and prepare," Juanlu said with a smile, heading outside.
"Thank you all for your hard work today. Let's all go back and rest."
Alka smiled, noticing Shadaiti's impatience.
He divided the treasures on the table among the group, then moved the remaining items downstairs for storage.
He piled the items around the treasure chest at the heart of the Voice of Dawn.
Then he returned to the captain's cabin and leaned back in his seat to rest.
A faint singing voice reached Alka's ears.
It was the Voice of Dawn's question.
Alka closed his eyes and said softly, "No rush. Let's stay here for a while and make a decision after that person wakes up."
The singing voice had been the Voice of Dawn's inquiry about whether to leave.
After lying down for a while, Alka opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.
Speaking of which, he had already touched two treasures today, each with a different sensation, and the repulsion was due to the different treasures he possessed.
In other words, once one possesses one treasure, controlling a second isn't too difficult; all one needs to do is find a compatible one.
However, once one has mastered two treasures, mastering a third becomes more difficult.
Only when both treasures are not repulsive, and the other treasure also does not repulse both, can one simultaneously control three treasures.
Achieving this condition is far more difficult than simply switching from one to two.
Under these circumstances, mastering more treasures would inevitably increase the skill exponentially.
Forget it, what's the point of all this? He hasn't even fully realized the abilities of the two treasures he controls yet.
Thinking of this, Alka leaned back in his chair and soon fell asleep.
When he woke again, it was already dark outside. A crisp ringing bell rang in his ears.
Arka rubbed his eyes and found himself covered in a blanket.
Placing the blanket on a chair, he walked out.
He made his way to the dining room.
The table was piled high with delicious food, awaiting everyone's arrival.
It looked like we'd have a hearty meal today.
He happily enjoyed a dinner with everyone.
Arka returned to his room and fell into a deep sleep.
When he sank into dreamland again, he emerged into the outside world and discovered a new dream bubble not far from his own.
It was obvious that this bubble belonged to Simon.
The surface of the bubble was no longer as dull as before, and the cracks had largely disappeared, leaving only two remaining.
After all, it was a wound to the soul, and recovery wasn't easy. Unless special means were employed, one could only wait for time to pass.
Alka thought for a moment and decided not to go in. He told him to get some rest; there would be plenty of time tomorrow.
Then he made his usual rounds around everyone's dreams.
He killed those blind dream monsters.
He didn't know if it was his imagination, but the surroundings seemed a little more lively.
At least it wasn't like in his previous dream environment, where he wouldn't see a single dream monster for days.
Sometimes, even the light and flying birds in the dream were hard to spot.
Now, almost every day, he could see one or two monsters trying to break through their dream bubble.
After entering Lucilia's dream and waking her, he himself entered the dream library.
Alka, perusing a book, suddenly thought.
What if Lucilia had become accustomed to the doll's body and developed her own combat techniques, and didn't want to wake up from the dream?
He couldn't wake Lucilia again just to go into the library and read.
If that happened, Lucilia wouldn't get much rest.
Is there any solution?
His thoughts faltered as he returned his attention to the book in his hands.
We'll deal with it later. Right now, I have no idea, and I don't have the ability.
…
When Alka woke up, it was already the next day.
After washing up and eating breakfast, he and the others watched Sofia practice the treasure's abilities on the deck.
And, as someone who had experienced it, he offered some advice.
With this treasure, Sofia finally had a decent ranged attack method.
During the day, she could focus the sun's rays, condensing them into a scorching beam and emitting them.
At night or when the sun was dark, she used the power of the treasure to amplify her silver light spell.
She gathered them in her hands, then swung them out like a sword, capable of medium- and long-range attacks.
It was then that Alka began to understand the workings of the Ring of Light.
The light it could produce was merely ordinary, soft light, devoid of any special properties.
And this so-called light was drawn from the surroundings.
Even if it was concentrated into a single mass, it still caused no damage.
But when there were other, more special lights nearby, the situation was different.
If there were sunlight, these heat-bearing rays could be focused together, providing significant assistance in battle.
Based on the simple knowledge from her past life, Alka analyzed it and wondered if this object could control ultraviolet and infrared rays. After all, isn't controlling sunlight to achieve such an effect due to these two rays?
I wonder if Sofia can control it.
They also tried firelight, which also carries heat and ignites quickly upon impact.
Slightly different from sunlight, sunlight possesses a powerful penetrating property.
This seems inexplicably magical. This penetrating property is considered an energy attack, as its scorching heat can easily penetrate both physical and magical shields.
It's a very effective attack.
I just don't know what's different about moonlight.
It's just as Sofia said: controlling light, amplifying it.
In essence, light can't be produced out of thin air.
As Sofia becomes more proficient in this ability, he should be able to use it in more techniques.
Time passed quickly.
It soon approached noon, and the cloudless sky made the sun scorch them fiercely overhead.
The entire ship grew hot.
Looking at the sunlight shining directly upon them.
Sofia waved his hand, and the sunlight directed towards the Voice of Dawn quickly deflected.
As if a shield had been cast over the Voice of Dawn, the entire ship darkened.
The light came entirely from the surrounding light.
But it had to be said that it felt instantly cooler.
"He's awake!" Er shouted from below.
Arka turned and tilted her head, and everyone immediately went down.
But Pororo didn't follow.
Pororo was on guard in the observation room.
When they arrived at the infirmary...
Simon had sat up, his back against the headboard, and was looking curiously at the tiny Er next to him, seemingly intrigued by this tiny, only 30-centimeter-tall figure.
As they entered, they overheard Simon asking something.
"You don't seem... like a true natural creature, do you? You're constructed a bit like a puppet."
Er turned to look at him, but didn't respond. Instead, he moved further away from him.
At the sound of the door opening, he immediately unsheathed the silk thread and swung it over, landing on Sofia's shoulder.
At this point, Simon's attention shifted to Alka and the others.
Looking at them, Simon smiled and said, "You were the ones who saved me. Thank you, thank you."
Listening to Simon's words, Sofia looked bewildered.
"What's he talking about?"
"Another language. Lucilia knows it, and I've learned a little of it," Alka replied, turning around. He then turned to Simon and said, "You're in very poor condition. Get some rest."
"Excuse me, the one who appeared in my dream..."
At Simon's words, Alka's face immediately flashed with the image of a broken mirror.
At this, Simon nodded in sudden realization. The magician in his dream was the young man before him.
"That's me. There's no one else alive on that island except you."
Although Simon had been prepared for this, his expression still showed a hint of loneliness and sadness.
After taking a few deep breaths, he sighed.
"I... have thought of it."
"Thank you again for saving me. I have no way to repay you. If there's anything I can do for you, please feel free to tell me."
Alka waved his hand, saying, "No need. I owe the Holy Machine Church a favor."
Hearing this, Simon seemed to want to make a blessing gesture, but when he raised his hands, he remembered he no longer had them.
He smiled apologetically.
Looking at Simon's expression at this moment.
Alka's right arm was covered with a precision hand. Then, his palm opened, and a finger, like a construct, flew out.
It flew quickly towards Simon and sank into his body.
Simon was stunned as the object he was looking at entered his body.
"What... what is this thing?"
"This is your treasure. It's because it maintains your frozen state that you're still alive."
Simon's eyes were filled with confusion.
"My... treasure. I don't have anything so precious."
"Alright, calm yourself and carefully consider the message it's trying to convey to you. This is a gift from your god."
Alka looked at Simon and said.
Hearing this, Lucelia on his shoulder looked at him with a strange look.
As for the others, who didn't understand what was going on, they sat down and chatted.
"When did you know that the item was a gift from the gods?" Lucelia asked, looking very surprised.
"I learned about it yesterday when I touched the treasure while treating him."
At this point, Alka couldn't help but recall yesterday's events.
As he tried to forcibly close and control the treasure, a message traveled from the treasure to his mind. This method of information transmission was very familiar to Alka.
He had felt the same feeling the first time he obtained the Hand of Precision.
This time, no wise men came to explain or communicate with him; it was simply a simple message.
And with it came some knowledge, like a reward.
From this information, Alka knew that the treasure belonged to the Church of the Holy Machine and was extremely precious.
Once the treasure had escaped control and was ownerless, it automatically adapted to Simon and came under his control.
It was simply because Simon was a member of the Church of the Holy Machine.
As for why he was chosen, Alka had no idea.
In short, the message was to ask Alka to do him a favor and not seize the treasure. The message also provided simple instructions for Alka to control it.
Already indebted to the Church of the Holy Machine, Alka readily accepted.
He had no intention of seizing the treasure; he had already made his decision the moment he laid eyes on it.
Furthermore, giving a god a favor is an incredibly profitable deal, no matter how you look at it.
The Church of the Holy Machine is just as massive as the Church of the Holy Mother.
Alka then even removed the Precision Hand from his sleeve and had it resealed, returning it to its original form.
He placed it on Simon's blanket.
"This is also a possession of your church. Now it's returned to its rightful owner."
Simon, having already gleaned some information from the treasure, opened his eyes and nodded.
"The Church of the Holy Machine will remember your help."
Alka nodded. Just having that was enough.
The finger-like treasure then flew out again.
The bandages wrapped around Simon's hands peeled off automatically. The scene within them astonished everyone.
Where his left arm had been severed at the shoulder, a steel joint had appeared.
Where his right forearm had been broken, a similar steel joint had appeared, the wound now completely covered.
The Precision Hand automatically floated up and connected directly to the forearm joint, automatically changing its shape to adapt.
Soon, Simon controlled it as effortlessly as a real arm.
Simon lifted his brand-new arm, examined it, nodded in satisfaction, and then took up the finger artifact.
Gripping it in his hand, he could clearly see intricate patterns forming on the Precision Hand's index finger before it broke.
It became a three-section, floating structure, its joints replaced by floating energy spheres.
And from the shoulder of his completely severed left arm, a sophisticated structure began to emerge. These structures extended and assembled into a new arm, which was brass-colored to match the precision hand on the right hand.