Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 139 About Fantasy

On this special day, the "Black Emperor" and the "Grim Reaper" were born almost simultaneously, a fact that left even the true gods speechless, yet forced to acknowledge.

The war in the Northern Continent ended the moment the Black Emperor was fully born.

Both the "Sun" reading atop the white tower and the "Dream" knocking on the door outside the "Abyss of Storms" vanished at the same time.

The "Earth Mother" and the "Hanged Man," who were playing an exhibition match above the astral plane, also departed after leaving behind a lingering shadow and a life storm.

Besides them, the fastest runners were the brothers Amon and Adam, whom neither Medici nor Ourosu could stop.

"Hmph! Little raven, I'll burn all your feathers the next time I see you!" Medici sheathed his blood-red greatsword and returned to the Realm of the True Gods with Urolius.

The other church forces also withdrew. After the birth of the Black Emperor, His tomb was imbued with some kind of divine power, and attacking it directly was tantamount to suicide.

"It's over." Bethel brought all the Solomon angels back to the capital of the Solomon Empire.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Bethel bowed to Solomon as he emerged from the mausoleum.

Solomon, who became the Black Emperor, harbored a persistent shadow of order deep within his pupils. Simply standing still caused the surrounding air to subtly distort, as if he wanted to twist the world's orderly structure to suit himself.

This is a characteristic of the "Black Emperor".

"Your contribution is immense. You can ask me for anything you need." Solomon showed great respect to Bethel, this meritorious official.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Bethel replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, but He truly didn't want anything in return...

While Solomon was bestowing lavish rewards, Truman, who had returned from the southern continent, also returned to his ducal castle.

"Oh, what a rare guest!" Truman had just entered when he saw Adam, who had come uninvited.

"Why have you become so timid? You don't even dare to come to see me in your true form?" Truman took out the Book of Dreams to separate the inner and outer destinies.

"I'm afraid you won't be calm enough and will just kidnap me and hand me over to 'Reality'." Adam sat calmly opposite Truman.

"I did have that idea," Truman readily admitted. If it had been the real Adam, he might have actually done it.

"I expected this."

Adam maintained his warm smile. "The conflict between humanity and divinity was my initial plan. Everything was going smoothly until one side gained the upper hand or made a sacrifice."

"But you are the only unpredictable variable in my plan." Adam's golden eyes were fixed on Truman.

This was the third time Adam had discussed this issue with Truman.

"I have taken certain measures to deal with this."

Adam's words made Truman's lips twitch uncontrollably.

"So you're here to confront me?" Truman leaned back in his high-backed chair, arms crossed, looking at Adam.

"We're friends, aren't we?" Adam's expression remained unchanged as he didn't give a direct answer. "It's just that you might prefer the 'real' side of humanity."

"I understand that."

Truman didn't know whether humanity or divinity was better, but as someone who firmly believed he was human and maintained his human form, he undoubtedly leaned more towards humanity.

Similarly, Truman prefers to be friends with someone who is full of emotions rather than with a statue that only cares about gains and losses.

"What preparations did you make when you were the Creator?" Truman stopped pressing for answers and instead asked this question.

"The main issue is the distribution of the inheritance," Adam said.

"The 'Truth' obtained the Dream Council, and I obtained the 'Desecrated Tablet' and some knowledge that even the 'Truth' did not know."

Adam and Sasriel share the same origin. Had Truman not taken sides, he could have competed for a seat in the Dream Council, but he never tried.

"Knowledge that even Sasriel doesn't know?" Truman raised an eyebrow, showing some interest in this kind of knowledge.

As a clone that was quite completely separated from the creator, Sasriel did indeed have some things that were not connected to him.

"Yes," Adam nodded slightly, "most of them are memories of that 'God' and prophecies about the future."

"Let me guess..." Truman suddenly realized something, "Like, it could be related to dreams?"

Adam did not deny it.

……

The Solomon Empire was truly established, and all the major gods and their churches had to acknowledge its rule. Emperor Solomon further demonstrated the power of a true god.

After a process of rewarding meritorious service, the dukes of Solomon received large fiefdoms, enough to ensure their families' prosperity for a thousand years.

Those who distinguished themselves in this war of nation-building also received their due rewards.

This marked the beginning of the prosperity of the Solomon Empire.

But less than ten years later, news came from the Southern Continent that a behemoth comparable to the Solomon Empire was about to be established—the Byron Empire!

This news quickly gained the support of all the true gods upon its release, a stark contrast to the founding war experienced by the Solomon Empire, representing two completely different extremes.

Under the influence of some force, His Majesty the Black Emperor also announced that he would send an envoy to the Byron Empire to participate in its founding ceremony.

"Tsk, a little change has occurred." Truman had no objection to the two great empires standing side by side on the northern and southern continents, and let things take their course.

"As for the true god..."

Truman opened the Book of Dreams, and his consciousness entered the dreamlike paradise.

Another dream council.

Under a dreamlike starry sky, four figures simultaneously took their seats on high-backed chairs outside the round table.

"Good afternoon, everyone." As the organizer, Truman naturally greeted the other three.

The other three, some with a brooding air and others with a secluded air, simply nodded slightly.

"I heard something interesting happened over there," Truman said, looking at Amanisis and Lilith.

"Regarding the Alliance of the Gods," Amanisis stated directly.

"The Alliance of Gods?"

"Except for the two of you and the Black Emperor, all the other true gods." Lilith revealed the members of this so-called Alliance of Gods.

"Then there are six..." Truman blinked, "Goddess of the Night," "Mother Earth," "God of War," "Lord of Storms," ​​"God of Knowledge and Wisdom," and "God of Death."

There are six true gods in total.

"That's quite a move..." Truman clicked his tongue in amazement, then looked at Amanisis, "Do you think the God of War and the God of Death can resist attacking you?"

"If Leodoro is willing to sit down and talk with Hrabergen, what else is impossible?"

Instead, it was Sasriel who spoke up to explain.

"You guys are too strong." Amanisis's words hit the nail on the head.

The alliance formed by the Solomon Empire has put immense pressure on the other true gods, even temporarily overshadowing their own desire for the characteristics of adjacent pathways.

(End of this chapter)