Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 102 The Genie

"Retreat." The power of the Creator grew stronger with the rising sunlight, suppressing the crimson tide in one fell swoop.

Taking advantage of this moment, Truman jumped directly into the barrier.

The portal, stained with blood and flesh, collapsed directly in the sunlight, and the Creator within the barrier and the Mother Goddess on the moon exchanged a distant glance.

In the end, the Mother Goddess took the initiative to retreat and merge back into the moon.

Truman, along with the two still-shaken students, leaped back to his dream world.

"If we're talking about danger, Earth is still the most dangerous..." Truman said with lingering fear. These "old times" undoubtedly possessed source matter, a substance that Truman had long ago classified as untouchable.

"Let me check you out," Truman said, his eyes flashing with a surging sea of ​​dreams as he examined Amon and Bethel to see if they had been corrupted by the Mother Goddess.

"It's alright, but to be on the safe side, you should pray to the Creator once more and ask Him to purify you once more."

"Yes!" Bethel nodded solemnly.

Ameng dared not be negligent.

"Alright, you guys go ahead, let me rest for a bit." Truman slumped onto the dreamlike angel throne, spreading out the Book of Dreams and covering his face with it.

He was forced to activate his mythical form just now, and even merged the Book of Dreams into his body, which had a very negative impact on him.

Even that wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was that the primordial energy emanating from the Mother Goddess truly affected his state of being.

The troubles that had been almost gone for hundreds of years seemed to have returned to him.

hum!

Truman's divine emblem trembled slightly, radiating two distinct powers: the "sleeplessness" of the night and the "eternal day" of the sun.

After the night became a god and the sun became a quasi-Old One, the power of this badge was greatly enhanced.

The sense of chaos in Truman's mind, which was enveloped by the two forces, dissipated considerably.

"Your condition is a bit strange." Truman's mind suddenly cleared, and a familiar voice sounded beside him.

It was the Creator, radiating a faint sunlight, who helped Truman regain his senses.

"..." Truman removed the Book of Dreams from his face and gave the Creator a serious look.

"I am still me," the Creator nodded in confirmation.

"That's good." Truman felt slightly relieved, then asked, "What did you see in me?"

The words of a creator have great reference value for him.

"You are a 'Pure One,' unaffected by the inherent madness of this world, but perhaps...

The fact that even the supposedly omniscient and omnipotent Creator used the uncertain word "perhaps" speaks volumes about the seriousness of the problem.

"...You haven't transcended the essence of this world either."

Truman didn't react much; he just listened.

"What is the essence of my madness?" the Creator suddenly asked.

"It's a resurgence..." Truman replied expressionlessly.

The Creator nodded gently, his body transformed into sunlight, and vanished completely.

Truman sat up and examined the contamination on his body. After being purified by both the dream and the Creator, even the Mother Goddess could not leave any trace.

"Dreamlike..." Truman recalled the moment when he made eye contact with that huge crimson figure.

"He seems to know me, or rather, He knows the Book of Dreams..."

Truman was having a bit of a headache; he'd come full circle back to this situation.

He needs to confront his past and even his pillars to confirm his own existence, but facing these people may very well plunge him into eternal silence.

"Huh? Wasn't that exactly what I was preparing for?"

The complete past is not to be trifled with, but surely the incomplete one is acceptable?

Truman didn't even bother to say goodbye to Sasriel; he simply wandered away from the Creator's Kingdom, a palm-sized pyramid appearing in his hand.

This is the giant pyramid he obtained in that "destined" civilization.

"The 'Child of Chaos,' the Genie!" Truman used the pyramid in his hand as the cause to create the effect of finding the wishing lamp!

Because of the mystical connection between the pyramids and the "Children of Chaos," the operation went smoothly.

Otherwise, one cannot find the wishing lamp by relying solely on spirituality or divination; in terms of its status, it is almost equivalent to the Book of Dreams.

"In the treasure vault of some extraordinary race." Truman's inspiration struck, and he sensed the location of the "Wishing Lamp."

Extraordinary races are not limited to giants, elves, and dragons; there are also many smaller extraordinary races, such as treants and fishmen.

These races mostly come together by instinct, and most of them do not even have true intelligence.

"Spirit Realm Raider? That seems to be one of the sources of the 'Trickster' trait."

Truman descends upon a strange mountain range. The barrier between this place and the spirit world seems somewhat abnormal, with spirit world projections frequently landing here.

"The Spirit Realm Raiders are not yet capable of developing sentience; they are still a group of monsters that traverse between the Spirit Realm and the real world."

Truman paid no attention to these monsters and directly entered their "treasure trove".

It was called a treasure trove, but it was actually a garbage dump.

These are all materials and properties plundered by spirit world raiders from the real world and the spirit world.

Truman rummaged through the garbage and found quite a few good things.

Ding!

Truman frowned slightly, turned around slowly, and saw the item he was looking for.

The object was entirely golden, resembling a miniature kettle, its surface covered with mysterious symbols, and a protruding wick at the spout.

Under Truman's watchful gaze, the wick at the spout of the lamp spontaneously combusted, emitting a viscous golden light that surged upwards and coalesced into a pale golden figure.

"Who are you?" The pale gold figure's gaze fell on the pyramid in Truman's hand.

"Who am I?" Truman suddenly had a brilliant idea and decided to put it into practice.

He changed his state, switching to "error," and a monocle made of crystal appeared over his right eye.

The pale golden figure narrowed its eyes, and the gold shimmered for a moment.

The next moment, Truman produced the "Fool" mask and casually put it on his face.

"!" The pale golden figure trembled violently, but managed to remain calm. However, when it saw the starlight eyeballs floating around Truman and gradually approaching his eyes, it finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Stop!" The voice of the pale golden figure echoed powerfully in Truman's ears.

But the voice was powerless, giving Truman a sense of trepidation.

The sheer number of unique elements in the three mysterious pathways combined is quite intimidating.

Truman readily agreed and put away the "Fool" mask and the star-shaped eyeball.

"Who exactly are you?" the pale golden figure asked again, its expression, hidden beneath the golden light, probably not very good.

"Who do you think I am?" Truman did not answer, but instead put away the pyramid and took out the Book of Dreams.

(End of this chapter)