After dropping his charge in the designated location Yunan returned to his palace where he had set up the door to his private dimension, where he met and talked about the recent events with his family and rested for a bit in the loving embrace of his wives.

The results from the investigation arrived soon, some crime syndicates wanted to create some chaos by sending the murderer to the pearl, they wanted the government to antagonize him, that way the murderer gets a chance to break the new military power of the pearl back into nothing and strangle this growing plant in its pot. Well many knew the new king was an adventurer who did not care much about ruling but few knew he was actually a level 50 with enough ability to go prowling the dungeon alone.

Understandably, Yunan decided not to attack a country just because their criminals were scheming, so he just left behind another ring of communication and started going on his own journey, he trusted the guild could keep the captured murderer under control. And so Yunan took his Dragonborn form and flew his way looking for any source of magic that he could find, he shaped his scanning function to look like a cone starting from his body as the top and spreading to cover hundreds of square kilometres of land at the base.

Yunan came across many oddities during his search, not all of them left an impression on him, one of these things was a magical prison that shone like a magical beacon. The prison was an automated holding cell that used the mana of its prisoners to confine and torture them, anyone entering the prison would be subject to its power and be trapped there until death. Yunan took the opportunity to syphon some of the excess mana and lower the intensity of mana that surrounded the place.

Another was a graveyard that had the bones inside it engraved with magical runes that would turn them into undead if anyone trespassed without the intention of holding a funeral or visiting a grave, any and all thieves would also be turned into magical servants that would maintain the graveyard and help keep it in a good shape.

There were many such oddities, so many in fact that Yunan believed the world he was living through was too complex for him, previously it was the dungeon and monster nests and the rest of the world, that grey area in his mind about the outside world came from the peaceful and mundane days he spent in the Mar Sara academy and the mercantile city of Damascus, however, he now understood that the mundane and peaceful life he experienced was rather the dullest part of the world.

The outside world had so many things to show off, it was abundant with colours and the touch of magic, there were so many fascinating locations and phenomena that Yunan could not help but think he should have travelled the world long ago instead of focusing on Tartarus and get nothing but small vacations now and then to relieve stress and strain. Many of the oddities Yunan encountered were some sort of a side effect of a magical situation or the deliberate and precise planning of someone who died long ago.

Most importantly all these oddities were in some shape or form a sort of enlightenment to Yunan, even if all he noticed was an idea popping in his head about one of his spells or how the magical oddities functioned, it was an enlightening moment nonetheless, he just had to realise that.

One day Yunan stumbled upon a small cave on the side of a cliff facing the roaring waves of the endless ocean, the place attracted Yunan's attention because of two things, first the place was so abundant with spiritual energy that Yunan almost mistook it for mana, and there was a hint of divinity, it felt like the divinity was the last breath of some dying deity, probably someone who was specialised in dreams or wishes.

Yunan hovered outside the cave debating whether to enter or not, gods were very tricky, even the gods of honesty and justice had something twisted about them, therefore getting caught up in something a dead god left behind would be either beneficial or harmful, either case means that Yunan had to take the time to go through whatever the god planned and get out safe and sound.

The worst part was that it was a spiritual location, even if the god was benign, there might be some damages to his mind if he was not mentally capable of dealing with the test itself. After talking about it with his friends and family, he resolved to enter the place, if the worst case scenario ended up happening he was ready to sacrifice some divinity to get out unharmed.

Taking a deep breath and preparing to cast all the spells he knew and the skill he mastered in self-defence, Yunan then took a step inside the mouth of the cave, he could feel himself being enveloped by the spiritual energy and the divinity left behind beginning to execute the assignment entrusted by the late deity. After walking through the dark cave for a few minutes a blinding light took away Yunan's senses for a moment.

After the light faded away Yunan found himself back in the hospital bed where he woke up after being trapped by Morpheus and Venus. He had almost thought it was the same except this time there was an elderly man beside the bed, although the old man was wrinkled and withered by the effect of time, he still had eyes following behind a dream with a gleem that took Yunan's breath away. Whoever this old man was, he dreamed big and nothing would take those dreams away from him.

Yunan was aware that this world was an exact replica of the world Morpheus had created, however, this one went according to Yunan's memories rather than a copy of the original, and that was why knew very well he was in a spiritual-type test, and since he had experienced this one was more troublesome than the one he experienced before, simply because he still had all his power in this one. Yunan was still working through the previous information when he was startled by the old man sighing heavily then putting both hands in a prayer-like gesture.