Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 193 Cognition

The "Source Castle" is currently in a state of complete unclaimed ownership; whoever enters it can effectively "occupy" it.

Even the slightest connection can be completely transformed into a subordinate relationship by Truman.

Truman's created body was that of an ordinary person, without any extraordinary qualities, which met the requirements for entering the "Source Castle".

The connection between the silver medal and the "Source Castle" allowed the "Source Castle" to open its doors wide, letting that "ordinary person" into the gray fog.

This is a "program" set up by the "Lord of Mysteries" in the "Source Castle". Everyone born from the "Source Castle" is qualified to enter the "Source Castle".

The current situation is that Truman has obtained this qualification, and the ordinary person's body naturally contains Truman's consciousness.

To be honest, Truman had already seen the hazy, indistinct, and boundless gray fog.

The gray fog flowed like water, dotted with deep red stars that emitted tiny points of light, illuminating the gray fog.

This place is very similar to the Sea of ​​Dreams; it is the outer perimeter formed by the true "source essence" aura, not the true core.

The "Source Castle" itself is that dark blue-black light gate.

"Huh?" Truman was surprised by this scene, and the next moment, the entire Source Castle experienced an unprecedented "rejection reaction".

The gray mist, like water, surged like ocean waves, whipping up one towering tornado after another, while the true "Source Castle"...

—The dark blue light gate also appeared above the gray mist, pressing down fiercely on Chu Men.

The orbs of light that made up the portal, composed of twisted worms, scattered as if going mad, unleashing some kind of extremely powerful force.

A force no less powerful than half of the Old Ones arose suddenly; this was the autonomous power of the "Source Castle".

Even without a foundation, He possesses boundless power.

Truman's lips twitched. It was probably because "Source Castle" had finally discovered Truman's true nature, which was why they were willing to do anything to kill him.

"Forget it, let's not bother with dead people." If they still manage to break in after being discovered, then it's going to be a terrifying war.

The victor in the war will be "God".

Before the dark blue light gate could crush him to death, Truman vanished like a dream, disappearing without a trace.

But the gray fog did not stop there. It used endless gray fog to wash away any trace of Truman that had stood there.

"It failed." Truman's expression was calm, not too concerned.

If the "Lord of Mysteries" were so easily crushed to death, then Sasriel of the Third Age would have already claimed the "Source Castle" for himself.

"But this silver medal..."

It has lost the wondrous power to connect with the "Source Castle" and has been completely blocked by it.

In other words, even if Huang Tao becomes a "diviner," "thief," or "apprentice" and obtains the silver medal, he will still be unable to enter the Source Castle.

Even when he is able to replicate the silver medal in the future, he will not be able to create something that can connect to "Source Castle".

This directly dashed his hopes of controlling the Source Castle.

"Give him some compensation." Truman waved his hand and sent the silver medal to Huang Tao's bedroom.

"..." A few minutes later, Huang Tao stared in disbelief at the silver medal he had just pulled out of his hand.

"But this is far from a magic formula!" Huang Tao was exasperated. After some research, he found no effect and was discouraged.

But he quickly rallied, thinking, "I, Russell Gustav, am destined to be the protagonist of my own life. What do I need cheat codes for? Everything I have is something I've earned myself!"

laugh!

Before he finished speaking, a phosphorescent light suddenly flashed on the silver medallion. It was a symbol with a book background and adorned with dreamy bubbles.

After the entire dream symbol was formed, it changed again, turning into a phantom cyan-black light gate.

This is Truman's analysis and replication of the power of the "Source Castle" in a short period of time.

This silver medal was originally connected to the "Source Castle," and now Truman used his abilities to insert the abilities he had "analyzed" into it.

This is a composite magical item related to the three pathways of "Source Castle", and its status is probably only below uniqueness.

"..."

Russell Huang Tao Gustav was speechless. This golden finger had to come at the perfect time, right after he made his bold statement.

Is this some kind of cheat code activation method? That's really twisted humor...

"Golden Finger, let me see your limits!"

Russell held the silver medal in his hand, found a rope, and hung it around his neck.

"I really am the protagonist of destiny!" Rosell strode out of the bedroom with his head held high.

"Tsk!" Truman extracted Russell's boastful words and made them the first page of "Rossell's" diary.

This is the real Russell's Diary!

"Young master!" Two middle-aged maids shouted at the top of their lungs, almost making Roselle, who was still somewhat dazed, jump up.

"Uh... okay, okay!" Rosell remembered the two maids.

His family was originally a minor noble family on the fringes of the Solomon Empire, but after several generations, they had gradually declined and could only afford maids like these to barely maintain their dignity.

"The whole world..." Russell is a person with extremely strong adaptability to the environment, which is probably the standard for "Source Castle" to select people.

Amanisis, the Fallen Angel, was able to survive and develop among the wolf race, just as the Fool of later generations was able to face extraordinary beings without revealing any flaws when he was still an ordinary person.

After a while, Russell perfectly integrated into the era and then subconsciously looked for what he could do.

"No way! This world doesn't make sense!"

"Papermaking and printing have existed for over a thousand years? And they've gone through several iterations?"

"Aren't the farm tools and production equipment here a bit too advanced? Things like salt and iron are already widely available among ordinary people?"

"And cream cakes, cookies, French fries... Were these things already everyday foods in medieval Europe?"

"How can this world be so strange?" Rosell was dumbfounded. Many things were in line with his understanding of history, but some things broke his understanding and were strangely embedded in this era.

Ultimately, Russell also found the source of everything.

"The Dream Cult?" According to the information Roselle could find, this cult was a group of pure idealists who believed in "the highest dream" and did unrealistic things every day.

But the fact is, these rationalists really did bring out a lot of good things.

Good heavens, he almost couldn't hold back when he tasted the ice cream.

The followers of the entire Dream Cult seem to focus all their technological efforts on food.

"And the Dream Coin..." Roselle flicked up a shiny gold coin, the currency of the Solomon Empire, engraved with a dream book.

Russell had seen this design on his silver medal before.

(End of this chapter)