Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 111 "God"

"Gentlemen, this is only the prologue. The real challenge will begin hundreds of years from now," Truman whispered a reminder.

"Prepare yourselves." Sasriel nodded slightly, and then Amanisis announced the end of the first gathering of "Redemption Rose" and secretly left.

Immediately afterwards, the Earth Mother Goddess, the God of War, the God of the Dead, and the God of Spirits all left through their own means, leaving only a few of the Creator's Angel Kings at the scene.

"I used my power to make a prophecy." Ulorus looked up at Sasriel. "In destiny, I saw corruption, bloodlust, darkness, decay, slaughter, and filth..."

Sasriel simply listened without offering any opinion.

"Not a single word is good." Medici clicked his tongue lightly, but his mood was far less cheerful than before.

"Why didn't you bring Leodorus and Amon?" Medici asked, looking at the composed Truman and Sasriel. "Have they become so foolish that they can't tell which one is their master?"

"Amon and Adam have my arrangements to oppose that being, while Leodorus and the others, because of the paths they take, may be affected by that being," Sasriel explained.

"Really..."

Even Medici was speechless. A church that had ruled for almost an entire century had been forcibly split apart, and they were even plotting to assassinate the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord.

"I need some time to process this." Urolius rose and paced back and forth in the twilight palace, and then... He decided to paint a few murals to calm himself down.

"Interesting!" Medici jumped to Urolius's side, watching the mural being completed, occasionally offering suggestions to revise his perfect image in the mural.

"..." Truman watched this scene and went over to add some embellishment to his portrait with dreamlike phosphorescence.

Seeing this, Medici said she wanted one too, but was sternly refused by Urolius. He was always a realist, which meant he couldn't beat fantasy, otherwise…

Sasriel watched the three angel kings arguing over a mural and was somewhat speechless.

They were just plotting to kill the creator, and now they're discussing how to leave a more perfect image on the mural.

Is this... appropriate?

But for a moment, Sasriel thought it was pretty good.

……

These hundreds of years were crucial for the Creator, who was locked in a tug-of-war with "God," but for the "Redeeming Rose," they were a period of great suffering.

Truman's problems were particularly prominent. He constantly felt the reviving will of "God" on his own territory, and the Dream Sea was in constant turmoil, leaving him exhausted.

But Truman wanted to take this opportunity to gradually strengthen his resistance to the will of "God," so he stubbornly refused to leave.

Of course, for safety reasons, Truman also made some preparations. On the surface, he only operated under the identity of the "Dream Angel".

This "dream angel" identity travels the world, making preparations for various wars.

Over the centuries, the Church of the God of War gained recognition from the Church of the Creator, and in some places, secret sects that worshipped death or pursued temperance even emerged.

This is the advance payment from Sasriel.

Rumors have circulated in many parishes that the Vice-King of Heaven has been tempted by a hidden entity and is gradually falling into depravity.

"It seems you and Sasriel are hiding something from us." This was the umpteenth time Amon had come to probe.

After the "Redemption Rose" was established, its members would secretly plot every now and then to discuss specific battle preparations. Even with "hidden" power, it was impossible for everyone to be unaware of it.

Amon, with his keen intuition, identified Truman as a key figure in this secret operation.

"I already told you to ask your father." This identity of Truman is no different from Truman himself; it's more like a clone.

He held two eyeballs formed from starlight in his hands, which were the only way to access the "gate".

Bethel has already gone to the stars to perfectly perform the Sequence One "Key of the Star" ascension ceremony, becoming a Sequence One Archangel, but this thing cannot be given to Him yet.

"Father has fallen into a deep sleep." Amon's expression was somewhat strange. The unique "Error" sensed that something was changing, but it could not know the state of the Creator, nor did it have the ability to see through the "secret".

"Then you can ask him when he wakes up." Truman stopped outside a city-state and used his "gate" authority to locate the coordinates of the place.

He has been doing this for hundreds of years.

"What are you afraid of?" Amon reached out to grab the starlight that had been positioned, but some force was shifting, and he subconsciously let go, no longer trying to "steal" it.

His inspiration warned that something bad was about to happen.

"It's that trick again." Amon sneered, but dared not make a move.

Amon wanted to continue harassing him and try other methods, but at one moment, both he and Truman looked up towards the direction of the Creator's Kingdom.

A mysterious connection triggered a synesthetic response between them.

"Father has woken up?" Amon blinked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, she's awake..." Truman's smile faded.

"Ha! The information you have is no longer of any value." Amon suddenly looked at Truman.

Truman gave Amon a strange look, then chuckled, "Go back to your father."

"Hmph!" Amon was unusually "obedient" and directly stole the distance, returning to the Creator's Heaven.

Truman had no intention of returning to the Creator's Kingdom and silently began his preparations.

"You also have things you're afraid of." Truman silently took out a mask from his personal space and put it on his face.

The Fool's Mask!

Prior to this, the uniqueness of the "mistake" that Truman replicated had already appeared in Truman's right eye.

The "Fool's" mask and the uniqueness of "Mistake" merged, and a strange aura appeared in this world. The eyeballs formed from starlight were already stirring under the influence of the aggregation force.

If Amon were here, the true uniqueness of "error" would be drawn in, and "mystery" would be revived.

Therefore, Amon was arranged to leave.

This is incredibly simple for a "God" who is supposed to be omniscient and omnipotent.

"Dream, we meet again."

A priest dressed in a simple white robe walked out of the city and stepped on the white stone-paved path, his bare feet keeping out of the dust.

The sunlight seemed to have found its home, gradually converging towards it and forming a halo behind its head.

He looked at Truman with eyes as clear as a baby's and greeted him in a friendly manner.

Even Truman, who was well-prepared for this, took a slight step back when he saw his creator.

The Creator before us no longer reveals the existence of humanity, giving one a sense of grandeur and infinity, like a colossal beam of light capable of supporting the universe.

"Hello, God."

(End of this chapter)