Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 153 "The Craftsman"

The "craftsman" was completely dumbfounded; the surprise was far too unexpected.

He forced himself into a mechanical mental state and began to consider the pros and cons.

It is naturally something to be happy about to obtain the "Civilization Scroll" or even have the opportunity to become a god.

But that cost also directly caused the "craftsman" to be stuck.

"Follow me first." Truman led the "craftsman" on a direct journey to the Eastern Continent, returning to Gensokyo.

"Here..." The "craftsman" was shocked by Gensokyo. The latent madness that was almost with him seemed to calm down the moment he entered Gensokyo.

"This is my fantasy world." Truman gave a brief introduction and led the "craftsman" back to his divine realm.

"Gensokyo?" The "craftsman" seemed to have heard the name from the doctrines of the Dream Cult, but he never imagined that it was in the land forsaken by the gods!

This land, abandoned by the gods, is actually the fantasy world that the cultists crave!

Really...

"Oh, teacher, why did you bring someone back again?" Amon suddenly appeared in Gensokyo. This was one of His angelic avatars, who had sneaked back through the loophole in the Forsaken Land and had been living in this divine kingdom ever since.

This is not difficult for an angel king.

Of course, in order to avoid being expelled, this Amon can be considered the one with the highest moral standards among all of Amon's clones and the original body, making him a role model!

He doesn't steal, cheat, or play pranks; he's even helpful and performs miracles. For a time, Truman even found this Amon absurd, so he couldn't very well throw him out.

"Is it the 'Craftsman,' the one who enlightened civilization?" In this world, the "Enlightener" is one of a kind, so it's easy to recognize him.

Ammon stared at the "craftsman" with great interest, wondering why He was able to come here.

Gensokyo is completely isolated from the outside world. Apart from Truman, the only angels and true gods who can freely enter and exit are Bethel, Amon, and Hermes.

"Time Angel." The "Craftsman" nodded gently to Amon.

"Let's go." Truman led the "craftsman" into the fairytale castle and had the "craftsman" sit in the spot where Solomon had once been.

"Do you want to become a true god?" Truman asked.

"I want it!" The "craftsman" no longer concealed his desire for divine status.

That is power, status, and "perfection"!

"Then let's sign it." Truman directly conjured a contract.

The content is roughly that Truman provides the "craftsman" with the ability to become a god, and the price will be paid by the "craftsman" after becoming a god.

This includes, but is not limited to, unconditionally siding with Truman unless their lives are in danger, and after becoming a god, being required to search for traces of the "Wilderness of Knowledge" around the world to find the lost "Emperor of Knowledge"...

The "craftsman" quickly scanned the contract, then decisively left behind his spiritual essence.

This was somewhat unexpected for Truman.

"I don't want to regret this moment of hesitation in the years to come." The "craftsman" looked at Truman and earnestly explained his reasons.

"Very good!" Truman was very satisfied. With a wave of his hand, all the "Perfect One" pathway-related characteristics in his possession fell into the hands of the "Craftsman".

"You can begin preparing for your ascension ceremony. If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to my Gensokyo for help."

The ascension ritual of the "Perfect One" must be related to perfection, and both a perfect world and perfect people can be found in Gensokyo.

This place inherently possesses the power to realize all sorts of absurd human dreams, and perfection doesn't seem so unattainable.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The "Craftsman" stood up and bowed solemnly to Truman to express his gratitude for his support.

"Oh, right!" Truman suddenly remembered something, "If you still haven't digested the Sequence One potion even after completing the ascension ritual, you can try swallowing the Sequence Zero potion raw."

The craftsman was astonished and speechless. Then he thought that the dream had given him a kind of protection and thanked him again.

No... this is your characteristic.

You're the only one who could successfully advance without fully digesting the information; even those two "Snakes of Destiny" didn't have that kind of luck.

The "craftsman" slowly withdrew, while Truman remained seated in his high-backed chair, lost in thought.

The next few centuries will most likely be the most peaceful centuries since the Third Age. The empire will cease its conquests, and the church will dedicate itself to missionary work, providing the best opportunity for ordinary people to develop.

"But I can't stay idle." Truman sighed softly. Even ignoring the gradually increasing pollution from the Outer God, the infiltration of the source matter was still a troublesome matter.

Most importantly, he is the most suitable person to deal with the Source Essence in the entire North and South Continents. Even if a True God were to appear, there would be a risk of being corrupted by the Source Essence and going insane.

"My name is Dream, but my life isn't dreamy enough..." Truman complained, then called on Bethel to search the world for traces of the Source.

This will be a long process.

……

"That old man really didn't hold back at all! He really hit me!"

In the capital of Solomon, a man in his thirties emerged from the illustrious gates of the Solomon family.

He wore a pointed, stiff black hat, and his coat buttons were uneven, messy, asymmetrical, and out of harmony, very much in the style of the Roman Empire.

He had several bruises on his face; the "Dream Thief" wasn't known for his physical prowess, and the wounds were still throbbing.

"If I didn't have a banquet to attend today, I would definitely report you for assaulting an Imperial Viscount." Mobert Zoroaster lowered his voice, not daring to let one of the angels in his family hear him.

Mobert traveled through the capital of Solomon and arrived at the castle of another great noble family, the Tudor family, one of the most favored families by His Majesty the Emperor.

"Mobert, you're late!" A young man whose attire was as strangely asymmetrical as Mobert's personally came out to greet him.

"Who hit you? Someone from the Abraham family?" the young man asked in astonishment when he saw Mobert's bruised face.

"No, my old man beat me up." Mobert maintained his aristocratic demeanor, appearing somewhat reserved, but his words lacked respect, and he carried an air of arrogance towards others.

"..." The young man surnamed Tudor showed some envy on his face. "Your family member is really extraordinary. I can't even see my ancestor a few times a year."

"Hmm?" Mobert raised an eyebrow, feeling the pain on his face lessen for a moment, and said with a hint of smugness, "I do like your man. As long as nothing serious happens, I'll let you do whatever you want."

As they spoke, the two entered the Tudor family's castle.

Today is the day the Tudor family will hold a noble gathering, and all the young members of the great noble families below the demigod level have received an invitation.

(End of this chapter)