Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 129 Madness

Truman's eyes instantly followed some illusory connection and saw a statue.

A colossal statue, ten meters tall, is made of bones, yet it does not appear pale or lifeless, for the statue itself is an unparalleled work of art.

You can vaguely see that she is a stunningly beautiful woman, perfectly showcasing the beauty of women at every stage. Looking at her, you even feel like you are facing a "goddess of beauty." Of course, she is not the embodiment of beauty, but rather an allure.

If an extraordinary being with sufficient inspiration were to arrive here, they would witness a true apocalyptic scene, with blizzards, floods, tsunamis, earthquakes, and numerous natural disasters all under their control.

There is also a sense of impending doom and the extinction of all things.

"Doomsday" Witch!

Truman's will condensed into a beam of light, an avatar roughly at the first level of the Sequence, which landed at the headquarters of the witch cult.

"You really came." The ten-meter-tall statue came to life in an instant. Some kind of power descended and transformed the entire statue into an incarnation, shrinking it to a size similar to that of a normal person, and standing on the altar about ten meters in front of Truman.

The statue has become a real person, dressed in a simple black robe that outlines a breathtaking figure, with long black hair simply tied up, exuding a languid and graceful beauty, and eyes that shone with a bright light.

This is the special feature of the Witch Path. This path even has the ability to maintain youth as early as Sequence 3, is extremely good at resurrection and rebirth, and can even use various substitutes at Sequence 7.

"...Chik? I don't think I knew you before." Truman blinked, and for some reason, he had a bad feeling.

It should be... the eyes!

Truman's brow twitched as he keenly noticed the extremely strange look in Chick's eyes.

There was a deep longing and fervor within it, somewhat similar to that of the despairing witch from before, but even more...

"You don't remember me?" Chik's avatar's expression changed slightly, from joy to sadness, and then he took a few steps closer, his face breaking into tears.

"..." Truman subconsciously took two steps back.

It must be said that if judged by human vision, Chik in front of her was unbelievably beautiful, very different from Lilith, and exuded an unimaginable charm.

Just a moment ago, he had an uncontrollable urge to comfort the girl opposite him.

This is probably the fault of the "real" authority; it has become too much like a person.

As Truman opened and closed his eyes, they took on a dreamlike phosphorescent glow, and his avatar became his true form.

True gods are devoid of emotion.

"That's true, of course you won't remember me." Chick seemed oblivious to Truman's change and continued speaking to himself.

"You saved me back then..."

"I saved you?" Truman frowned, instantly flipping through his memories. There were thousands, even nearly ten thousand people he had personally saved, people he had given new hope to.

Some were rescued during missionary work, some during wartime, and there were even many instances of saving an entire city.

"I'm just too kind-hearted..." Truman silently mocked himself.

"When a natural disaster was about to strike, a dream descended from the sky." Chick was lost in fond memories.

"A natural disaster, Goshinam?" Truman locked onto a memory from a certain period of time and then materialized it in front of him.

Reality and illusion intertwine, and even the entire headquarters of the Witch Cult is transformed into the beach of that day.

"Are you him?" Truman asked, pointing to the boy who had crawled out of the rock.

"You really do remember me!" Chick's eyes lit up.

No, I don't remember... The gap between the two is even greater than that between the "Destiny" civilization and Earth.

"You chose the witch path when you became an Extraordinary?" Truman guessed the origin of the incident almost instantly; it seemed that the opportunity to become an Extraordinary was given to Him by Truman himself.

"Yes," Chick nodded slightly, a hint of regret in his voice, but he quickly dismissed it. "But it's alright, it wasn't your fault. I killed the priest, and that avenged me."

He seemed to have found a way to vent, and poured out many secrets.

Truman frowned slightly, his tone turning slightly cold, "This is why you will never receive the favor of dreams."

"It's even the reason why your witch cult will never receive the glow of the dream phosphorescence."

Chick's expression changed, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes. She was not a little girl, but a first-order archangel, a true "Doomsday Witch"!

He looked at Truman seriously once again, and this time Truman finally sensed the meaning hidden in His eyes.

It was a look that Truman recognized very well; he had seen it on several people who knew the true nature of his dream, including his friends with whom he had a thousand-year-old friendship.

They would all show this kind of look before establishing enough contact.

The most recent one is "God".

It's a kind of "possession," or to put it more bluntly, it's "eating," it's "appetite"!

"Ah!" Chick screamed suddenly, his shriek carrying a hint of extreme pain.

Layers of space overlapped in front of Truman, blocking the violent forces.

This really wasn't Truman's doing...

Before he could even give this "doomsday witch" a good talking-to, she exploded on her own, leaving Truman completely disoriented.

The idol that Chik was possessing suddenly exploded, then was pulled back together by some invisible threads.

This is the same Chik from before, but there are some differences.

His gaze became even more unrestrained, falling upon Truman with blatant and undisguised malice.

It's roughly the expression on someone who's been starving for three days when they see food.

At the same time, a genuine struggle appeared on Chick's face, making Truman's expression very strange.

"I really... didn't want this to happen, but it's come to this... I can no longer control my madness..."

Wow!

The witch's hair suddenly spread out behind her, becoming thick and swirling like venomous snakes. Chick's eyes turned completely black, and strange patterns spread across his face.

The struggle on His face faded, gradually being overwhelmed by madness.

"You are mine! Dreams are but the light of the apocalypse!"

Chick's voice transformed into a sonic wave that overturned the entire witch cult. Some witches who were near the cult almost instantly lost control and turned into swarms of snake-like creatures with eyeballs.

But in the next instant, these creatures transformed into witches, all of whom were of above-average appearance.

These witches are heading towards Truman, seeking to reach the dream that has longed for endless time.

"Another one has gone mad." Truman watched all this indifferently, his gaze falling on Chick.

His madness was from his perspective; to him, anyone who couldn't suppress their desire for "dreams" was a madman.

(End of this chapter)