Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 103 Testing

"Who do you think I am?"

Truman's body was changing, and the space behind him was completely filled with dream bubbles. Dream tentacles with a starry sky background slowly stretched out, and the dream book in his hand was also flashing with dream phosphorescence.

He is like the magnificent and boundless starry sky, the most beautiful fantasy in the hearts of all living beings.

The pale golden figure suddenly calmed down, looked at Truman's dreamlike mythical creature form, and responded.

"Long time no see, Dream."

"Hmm?" Truman's tone was somewhat amused, seemingly still basking in the satisfaction of scaring the genie, and he did not give a direct response.

Before obtaining sufficient information, he wanted to learn more about the genie rather than reveal too much about himself.

"I never expected you to end up like this," the pale gold figure sneered.

Are you... looking for a victim alliance? Truman silently grumbled to himself.

"Only you are doing well right now," Truman retorted without hesitation. "And you're just a lamp now. Tsk, you've been fooled quite a bit by 'mystery,' haven't you?"

The pale golden figure swayed slightly, and Truman could clearly sense that His mood was gradually worsening.

"Did I go a little too far...?" Truman reflected on himself.

"Stop talking about those meaningless things. Why did you come to me?" the genie asked in a low voice, his mood somewhat sour.

"..." Truman blinked. "I just happened to see this thing in the starry sky."

The palm-sized pyramid that had just been put away reappeared in Truman's other hand.

He tossed the pyramid up and down, revealing the aura within it.

"..." The golden light on the genie's body all settled down.

"I also saw an 'Uncertain Mist,' which seemed somewhat familiar..." Truman continued, observing the Genie's reaction.

"Hmph!" The genie snorted lightly, not dwelling on the issue, but instead steer the conversation back to himself.

"Give me that mausoleum, and then send me beyond the barrier," the genie demanded.

"What do you want? We can discuss the terms."

Sure enough, this pyramid mausoleum could be used by the genie... Truman's eyes narrowed slightly. He had made the same assumption based on the residual power in the pyramid, and now it was confirmed.

I just don't know how to use it... Is it related to resurrection? Then I can't give it to you so easily.

"What can you do now?" Truman asked, feigning disdain.

The genie's pale golden light dimmed a little, but the hope of escape was within reach, and He needed to seize it. "I can grant you three wishes right now, and I promise to grant you three conditions after my full return."

"As long as it remains within certain limits, I will not break my promise."

"Heh." Truman knew that the "Child of Chaos" had the power to distort everything, so he didn't respond directly.

"You're too greedy!" The Genie's slightly dim eyes suddenly lit up as he stared directly at Truman.

Truman frowned, sensing a power as surging as the ocean tide.

This force was chaotic and disordered, but its own dreamlike phosphorescence was also subconsciously resisting.

"Your power!" Suddenly, there seemed to be a hint of surprise in the genie's voice.

Truman's lips twitched. Sure enough, he didn't have the talent to become a "con artist".

Of course, the problem wasn't with his performance, but with the Book of Dreams.

"It's you, and it's not you!" The genie relaxed a lot instantly.

Truman remained expressionless; the riddle tellers never end up well.

"No need to pretend, you're not using 'Fantasy Westward Journey'."

Without Truman even having to ask, the Genie had already explained his reasoning for his judgment.

The “dream” here refers to the complete “dream” authority, which is so powerful that Truman can only control it by dividing it into parts.

Similar to the relationship between "omniscience and omnipotence" and "storm" or "fantasy" as forms of authority.

Taking the Creator as an example, after He became the Quasi-Old One, even when He used the authority of the "Sun," He would carry a power of a higher status.

Truman's current mastery of the Book of Dreams is not yet at that level.

However, the genie seemed much more relaxed than before... Truman keenly noticed this.

"You started asking me who you were from the very beginning. That's too deliberate. Compared to 'mystery,' you're far inferior. He would first use deception and then achieve his goal silently." The genie seemed to have seen through something and became pleased.

"Tsk, you can even gain experience from being deceived?" Truman immediately retorted, bringing the Genie's pleasure to an abrupt end. Now it was Truman's turn to be pleased.

"Don't you want to know what will happen after you fall asleep?" The golden light on the genie trembled suddenly, and He abruptly changed the subject.

His gaze fell on the divine emblem on Truman's chest, which made him even more certain of his guess.

"Use those three unique items to break my seal and send me back to the starry sky, and I will tell you the answer." The genie's confidence grew extremely strong.

"Your situation is special; currently, only I can answer your questions within the barrier."

“God is about to rise again,” Truman retorted.

"..." The genie paused for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. "I have no conflict with Him; in fact, we can be considered allies."

An ally in the fight against "mystery," huh...?

"But you, do you dare to face Him?" The Genie stared at Truman with a half-smile.

"You might not believe it, but I am now an angel of the Creator." Truman took the wishing lamp and began his journey, returning to the Dreamland.

The light emanating from the genie suddenly contracted, probably because it sensed the presence of the creator and reacted somewhat strongly.

"You've truly become His angel?!" The genie was greatly shocked, then suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha! You've become His angel!"

"For us, fate remains a mystery!"

The laughter was so loud and majestic that it made the fairytale castle tremble a few times.

Is that so funny? Truman's eyes blinked.

After a few seconds, the genie's laughter stopped. "You can probably sense who harbors the most malice towards you, yet you dare to become His angel and stay here?!"

"He still has some time to spare," Truman replied calmly. It was foreseeable that his relationship with "God" and "mystery" wasn't very good.

After all, the real "God" even risked being discovered in advance by secretly influencing the current creator to test him.

"Not much difference now." The genie looked up at the sky and made his judgment. "This place has truly taken on the feel of 'God'."

Truman frowned slightly, then relaxed.

This is roughly in line with his prediction. There are still several hundred years until the time he estimated, and that person's revival will be a process, so starting now is quite reasonable.

(End of this chapter)