Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 203 "Land" Acquired

"Besides not hindering my ascension to the throne, I need one more condition." Adam's eyes were fixed on Truman.

"Okay," Truman readily agreed.

Adam's ascension to godhood is a game of human and divine conflict with Sasriel, and he doesn't need to interfere too much. In fact, he believes that Sasriel will most likely let Adam become a god rather than try to stop him.

Whether the struggle between humanity and divinity is more important, or whether it is more important to master the source through a single path, is a question for Sasriel to decide.

As for the other condition, there's no need to worry. Adam won't bring up anything too unreasonable, or he'll get angry.

"Then it's a deal." As Adam said "a deal," a certain force acted between the two of them, and in an instant a contract was formed, a contract guaranteed by the authority of "Dream".

This level of contract ensures that neither party to the transaction may easily violate it.

"What do you want to do?" After completing the transaction, Adam already felt that there seemed to be a certain barrier between himself and this ocean of collective unconsciousness, and that ownership had been transferred to Truman's hands.

"You'll see soon enough." Truman has used the powers of "Imagination" and "Dream" to completely alter the underlying rules of the collective unconscious ocean.

Sequence zero, or even the Angel King who controls uniqueness, can modify or delete the knowledge and authority of the corresponding sequence.

The most obvious examples are the "Gatekeeper" path of the Death Path and the current "Thief" path.

Both were modified to some extent by the Phoenix Ancestor and Amon.

"You'll get 0-08 when the next fellow villager comes down; that should be the best time for you to become a god."

Truman vanished from the high-backed chair. Adam nodded slightly upon hearing this and waved his hand to dispel the dream.

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"The venue is in hand." Truman appeared in the dream castle, reached into the dark sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, and retrieved a phantom badge from it.

"We're still missing one developer." Truman looked at Russell in the same city. Truman's eyes reflected countless bizarre and fantastical dreams.

This is the authority of "Dream," and this authority alone is enough to control all dreams in the world.

After completely mastering the sea of ​​the collective unconscious, Truman's control over dreams became unparalleled in the universe.

Soon, in the short time Truman was in a daze, it was already dawn, and the invitation to Russell's banquet had been delivered to Dream Castle, and Truman went to the appointment.

This banquet was no ordinary affair. Roselle, in the name of the "Church of the God of Craftsmen," hosted the most elite group in the entire capital, aiming for the most spectacular effect.

"Isn't he afraid of ruining himself..." Truman complained. Rosell's playfulness and gambling instincts were too great; he had almost forgotten that he was still a Sequence Six.

The banquet was held at the most luxurious manor in the capital. Carriages emblazoned with noble coats of arms arrived, and various richly dressed nobles alighted from them.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen."

Rosell donned a magnificent bishop's robe and personally greeted everyone.

"Rosser, if you dare to mess with me today, you know what will happen to you." The arrival of an imperial military bigwig in uniform pushed Roseser into the eye of the storm.

Everyone who comes here knows something, more or less. According to Russell, the new artillery is a weapon of mass destruction that will change the course of human warfare, and the military attaches great importance to it.

If this experiment fails, Roselle will be blacklisted by the Imperial military.

You'll see!

Russell's eyes lit up when he saw the general; this was the person he was going to humiliate.

After that, not only the military, but also many of the empire's ministers came.

"Roselle, what do you think of the conditions I mentioned last time? As long as you agree, even if we fail this time, I can still guarantee you a place in the military." An imperial prince even offered his services on the spot.

"Becoming a vassal of my holy Solomon family is also a blessing."

The inherent arrogance of royalty almost made Roselle leave his shoe sole on that snobbish face.

Who's in charge and nobody's around?

"Roselle." Truman appeared, dressed in a dark robe reminiscent of a dream castle, with a gold coin-shaped badge on his chest.

"Someone from the Dream Castle?!" Even the prince's expression changed slightly, not expecting that Rosell could actually get someone from the Dream Castle to help him.

"Oh, my friend!" Roselle bypassed the prince and welcomed Truman in.

"You came just in time, otherwise I don't know if I would have accidentally stepped on his face."

Rosell gritted his teeth; what he hated most was people putting on airs in front of him.

"A member of the royal family?" Truman glanced at the prince and nodded slightly. The Solomon family was truly declining with each generation. The current Solomon Empire could be said to have all the ills of a dying dynasty. If it weren't for the gods above, it would have been overthrown long ago.

"Sooner or later, I'll let these royals know how powerful I am," Rosell snorted.

"Then I look forward to your performance." Truman walked to the side on his own. There was quite a lot of delicious food at the banquet.

"Teacher, here's the latest ice cream." Bethel suddenly appeared at the banquet, and no one except Truman could see him.

"Huh? The cult has come up with something new again?" Truman tasted it with a spoon; it tasted good.

Yes, the Dream Cult focuses on developing gourmet food, initially for the purpose of sacrifice.

The object of the sacrifice was naturally Truman.

"Teacher, do you think highly of this Russell?" Bethel, who was also enjoying his food, looked at the charming Russell and asked curiously.

"Take a look at what's on him," Truman gestured.

Bethel turned his head to look, his eyes seemingly sketching countless hidden symbols.

The "craftsman's" blessing, various magical items, and more...

"Somewhat attractive to me?" Bethel sensed the presence of a certain cohesive force.

"He came from 'Source Castle'," Truman revealed the answer directly.

"The 'Source Castle'!?" Even with Bethel's composure, he was shocked.

"It's a pity I chose 'General Knowledge'." But Bethel quickly realized what was going on.

It is impossible for an extraordinary being who has passed the "General Knowledge" pathway to enter the "Source Castle".

"Welcome to the new era." Rosell had everything ready and was about to begin the test firing of the new cannon.

Behind him were dozens of black cannons, equipped with flexible carriages and recoil mechanisms, and with calibers far exceeding those of the era.

At Rosell's command, all the cannons were loaded and fired.

At this moment, there's no need for any nonsense, just real firepower!

All the nobles focused their attention on the cannon; its strange shape had never appeared in the world before.

Bang bang bang!

The artillery fired in unison, all the shells bombarding a small hill.

Boom!

In an instant, it was as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open; the entire hill was flattened by the terrifying explosion!

(End of this chapter)