The moment I mentioned the word "dream," a sharp tension crossed Uncle's face. His brows tightened, and the pressure in the room shifted subtly.
It wasn't surprising.
This wouldn't be the first time someone in this world claimed to have received knowledge through a dream. And unlike Earth, where dreams were dismissed as nonsense, here… dreams could reshape history.
If my memory served me right, there was a phenomenon known as—
Fated Inheritance.
A mysterious and ancient method used long ago by powerful awakeners. By using it, they could embed fragments of knowledge, treasures, techniques—or even entire legacies—into the Tower itself.
The Tower would then, according to their will:
Hide the inheritance inside a dungeon, waiting for a destined challenger,
or
Deliver it to a chosen person indirectly, often through dreams or illusions.
Most records of this phenomenon never reached the public.
Some people gained outrageous abilities because of it.
Others obtained treasures that defied logic.
That was why the "dream" excuse worked perfectly.
Uncle had no reason to immediately doubt me.
After nearly a full minute of silence, he looked directly into my eyes.
"Tell me more about it."
"I don't know," I said softly. "I just… saw the recipe."
His frown deepened, but he nodded after a moment.
That reaction was normal.
Fated inheritances almost always came as fragments—pieces of knowledge rather than complete guidance.
"Alright," he said slowly, voice heavy with restrained hope. "Arthur, if what you said is true… then not only can we heal Valeri, but this could become a massive opportunity. People in the Tower would pay anything for such a cure."
A small, knowing smile tugged at my lips.
"Yes. I'm well aware."
The hardest part—getting him to believe me—was already over.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. On it, I had neatly written the complete list of ingredients required for the potion.
I handed it to him.
He took it carefully, unfolding it with sharp, focused eyes. As he read each material, his expression shifted—surprise, calculation, skepticism, then something close to excitement.
"—Soul Pear
—Core of a Master-rank Abyss Beast
—White Sun Stone
—Moon-Kissed Stone
—Blood of a Mutant Soul-Devouring Serpent
—Spiritual Shell of a Black Turtle…"
He finally lifted his head.
"Boy, most of these are rare-rank items. Finding them won't be too difficult." He paused. "But the Soul Pear and the serpent's blood… those two are extremely rare. Mutants are unpredictable and deadly, and Soul Pears only form in places saturated with conceptual energy."
"I understand." I nodded. "But… how long will it take to acquire them?"
I wasn't trying to rush him.
I wasn't desperate.
But I wanted Mother healed—as soon as possible.
Uncle raised an eyebrow, and a sly grin formed.
"Huh? Did you forget who I am?"
His aura flickered playfully—something extremely rare for him.
"Give me one minute," he said. "I'm as eager as you are to see my little chaos well again."
Before I could respond, he—
vanished.
A faint shimmer of mana was left in the air.
Tower Resonance.
After awakening, anyone could access the Tower's main area simply by focusing on it. It didn't require spatial affinity. It didn't require portals. It was a universal link.
House Crestban didn't specialize in space or dimension abilities—they were sword and flame incarnate—but that didn't matter.
A minute later, he reappeared.
And he was smiling.
A genuine, relieved smile.
"Let's go to the lab in the mansion," he said warmly. "A Grandmaster-rank alchemist is already taking care of Valeri. He will help you prepare the potion."
My breath caught for a second.
Mother…
This time, I wouldn't let fate decide her ending.
Not again.
Not ever.