Chapter 495
Anti-addiction System
Chapter 495 Anti-addiction System
Wade was originally holding his chin, his eyes casually scanning the furnishings in the room.
After noticing the movement, he turned his head, his eyebrows slightly raised, a little surprised.
Although one can exit a daydream at will, Nick Flamel was somewhat surprised at how lucid he was when he entered this customized daydream for the first time and was able to exit it within a few minutes.
Then Vader thought that Flamel would not be able to weave the daydreams he really desired when he, the guest, was sitting nearby.
So he probably just wrote about an ordinary dream...like walking on a beach at the sea or something?
But then he saw a tear slide down the corner of the old man's eye, rolling down his pale skin, and then being wiped away by Flamel.
"It was a nice dream... a nice invention." Flamel said sadly: "I saw some friends who have long gone... those times are really nostalgic..."
Vader said doubtfully, "I thought you would... well, miss it for a while longer."
"I dare not indulge in it." Flamel carefully put the quill into the box, closed it and patted it, saying, "I am afraid that I will be too addicted and never want to return to reality."
"It won't last more than thirty minutes," Vader said.
"But after one thirty minutes, there will be a second, a third, and countless thirty minutes until the end of life."
Flamel looked into Wade's clear eyes and smiled, "Kid, you are still too young. If you had lost many important people like I have, you would understand the destructive power of this kind of dream."
Vader fell silent.
He has also lost important people.
After the Daydream Feather Pen was created, the first user was of course himself.
Wade weaved all kinds of dreams, and for two or three days he was really immersed in them and didn't want to wake up.
But after passing that stage, he woke up from his last dream and suddenly felt a huge emptiness. His emotions were as blank as the beach after the tide receded. There was a desolate silence in his heart, and he didn't even want to pick up the daydream quill again.
It was like one summer vacation when he was in middle school, he was addicted to video games and couldn't extricate himself, and his parents relaxed the restrictions and let him play.
But after playing games day and night for several weeks, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and guilt, as if all the time and energy he had invested before had been swallowed up by an invisible black hole.
Thinking back carefully, he didn't know why he became addicted to it, nor did he know what he gained besides a few numbers in the game. The excitement and stimulation disappeared, and even his memory of the game was not clear. He was left with the self-question of "where did the time go?"
Since then, he has never been addicted to games again, and only occasionally opens a game to kill time when he is bored.
Same thing with the Daydream Quill.
Under the influence of magic, even in his dream, he knew clearly that all this was false.
Gentle and caring parents, high-spirited school life, wealth, beauty, status, great power, adventures in other worlds, and fighting with historical figures...
These were all fake dreams woven by magic, and they only lasted for thirty minutes at most. Every time I woke up from a dream, I would feel lost and empty. Moreover, it was difficult to have different dreams continuously. If I wanted to have them continuously, I would have to write down the dream contents in detail and at great length each time. Not only would the ink consumption increase exponentially, but the enthusiasm for entering dreams would also quickly fade during the writing process.
Perhaps some people would build their nests in illusions like drinking poison to quench thirst, but Wade just began to feel disgusted and tired from the bottom of his heart and didn't want to go on.
In his opinion, this is equivalent to a process of game desensitization, which is not as difficult as Nick Lemay thinks.
Perhaps seeing the hint of disapproval in Vader's eyes, Flamel said, "Vade, I remember you were working with a magic shop?"
"Yes," said Wade, "It is Aslan's magic workshop in Marchionne."
"Are you very short of money, child?"
"No, I'm pretty wealthy."
"That may be a little presumptuous..." Flamel said slowly, "Could you please not sell these quills in your shop?"
Vader said, "I don't care if I can make money...but why? The Daydream spell is just a very common spell, and many people can do it."
"How can random dreams compare to dreams that follow your heart?"
Flamel sighed and said, "Most people are not as clear-headed as you are. For them, the Daydream Quill is more terrible than drugs."
"Okay, I can agree to that." Wade said, "But I think it can also be used in some good ways, such as providing auxiliary treatment for patients with mental illnesses; allowing people who have lost their loved ones to see their loved ones again and relieve their longing; it can also be used to learn knowledge or practice actual combat exercises."
Flamel smiled faintly and said: "Of course, imagination is a double-edged sword. It has bad effects as well as good aspects. The key lies in how people use it."
He thought for a moment, then added: "Maybe we shouldn't simply ban the daydream quill, but just add some restrictions to it... Can I give you some advice, kid?"
Vader immediately said, "Of course, my pleasure."
Isn't it just an anti-addiction system? He is actually quite familiar with it.
Wade said, "We can use the chimeric structure to add a magic that limits the number of times the Daydream Feather Pen is used. After it has been used three times, it will enter a dormant state and can only be awakened after at least 24 hours."
"Not enough. Fanatical users will only buy a few more quills." Flamel said, "It requires a spell that can sense the user's emotions and mental state. When the user is in a state of deep obsession, it will turn the dream into a nightmare, forcing them to break away."
"That's not good... This thing will also be used on patients with mental illnesses. Will the sudden fright make the condition worse?" Wade objected.
Flamel thought about it and said, "How about solidifying the dream into a very boring pattern?"
"Boring mode..." Wade stroked his chin, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a sly smile, "How about turning it into an exam? Endless exams, all with extremely difficult questions, and I can't answer any of them."
"Exam?" Nick Flamel was silent for a long time before he burst into laughter and said, "This idea is really... great..."
He and Wade looked at each other, their wrinkles filled with cunning and expectant light.
(End of this chapter)