Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 215 Confession

The magical item that Truman gave to Russell was also very special.

It's like a suit of armor that can be "worn" at Sequence Five, allowing one to familiarize themselves with the power of a demigod in advance.

This allows those who become "alchemists" to adapt to themselves and take control of themselves as quickly as possible, reducing the risk of losing control.

The moment Russell took out the golden statue, Truman, who had been watching the situation closely, flicked his finger, and the golden statue burst into countless points of light.

A unique quality condensed from the void and fell into Roselle's hands.

Rosell had anticipated this scene and was not surprised at all. He prepared all the necessary ingredients, mixed the potion, and drank it all in one gulp.

The cold potion slid down his throat, and Rosell felt a slight numbing sensation. This sensation then spread throughout his body, as if his mind was being numbed, making him unable to control his body.

His spirit seemed to be elevated, seeing himself after drinking the potion, and also seeing the "doll" he had created, a doll with life and soul.

At that moment, a terrifying sense of satisfaction suddenly surged within him—a vain satisfaction that profaned life and controlled the soul.

This sense of satisfaction made him lose his sense of proportion, becoming arrogant, conceited, and insane, subconsciously believing that he had the power to control his own life!

Russell was prepared; he detached himself from his emotions and coldly observed the changes in his body.

His body swelled up in a short period of time, as if he was about to lose control and become a monster.

But at this moment, his alchemical creation reached out, and the terrifying life force that had been extracted fed back into Roselle's body, stabilizing his physical condition.

The ritual is the anchor, and for the "alchemist," his alchemical creations are also his best companions.

At this moment, Roselle's spirit was drawn back into his body and regained control, but his cold and arrogant attitude inevitably affected him.

Is it because you know a lot that you are arrogant and aloof?

No, it's because something within him is being awakened and merging into his soul.

That is divinity.

"Is this the price that must be paid to become a demigod?" Roselle wondered.

But at that very moment, the silver medal on his chest emitted wisps of dreamlike phosphorescence, which calmed the restless divinity and allowed Roselle to better maintain his true self.

At this moment, Rosell finally understood the meaning of this "dream".

Consequently, he chose from the silver medals the three paths to demigod-level abilities: the qualitatively transformed Spirit Threads, the entry-level spatial control, and the demigod-level "Theft".

With just a little time to get used to the demigod's abilities, Roselle will be one of the most powerful Sequence 4s.

Roselle gathered his spiritual energy, carefully put away what he had brought, and returned to the "Roselle" with the servant-like doll.

"Let's talk," Truman said to Russell, who had become a demigod.

Having become a demigod, he would be considered a high-ranking figure anywhere.

"Okay." Roselle nodded gently, put the doll in place, and went to Truman's room alone.

Click!

He opened the door and saw Truman sitting behind the table.

"You've come." Truman sat in the shadows.

"I've arrived." Rosell nodded slightly.

"You shouldn't have come," Truman suddenly said.

"I'm here." Rosell relaxed completely.

The two exchanged a glance, and a certain unspoken understanding made them both laugh.

Bethel Abraham, who happened to be passing by in the next room, had a strange, incomprehensible expression on his face, as if he belonged to two different worlds.

Russell let out a long sigh of relief, and his anxiety completely dissipated.

He was an extremely quick-witted person, and Truman never tried to hide this; at most, he simply hid his name.

"What is your name?" Rosell suddenly realized this question as he thought about it.

Truman.

Uh… Rosell suddenly realized, no wonder, that name sounds so familiar.

"My name is Russell Huangtao Gustav." The quirky form is quite distinctive.

Truman nodded slightly, and the two had finally opened up to each other.

Russell sat down at the desk, and in the process, all sorts of thoughts in his mind were connected by this premise.

Why would "Duke of Dreams" participate in "The Twilight Hermits"?

For "Dream," the entire extremely secretive organization was nothing special.

Why would "Dream" treat him, a fallen nobleman's son, so well?

Because they both come from the same world and have similar values.

There are even more clues...

Finally, Russell sat down in his chair, raised an eyebrow, and smiled at Truman, saying, "If I were you, I would have gone even further."

This includes, but is not limited to, creating various memorable scenes and "teasing" fellow villagers.

"No need, you're already abstract enough."

Truman chuckled, while Russell's face darkened, realizing that his dark past was probably already well-documented.

"There are some things you shouldn't ask me, and I won't answer them. You need to experience them for yourself," Truman suddenly said, and Rosell nodded thoughtfully.

"Then let's talk about the current empire," Rosell suggested, initiating the conversation.

"The 'Emperor' of the Solomon Empire is listed on the astral plane," Truman reminded him.

Russell was very unhappy with the current Solomon Empire and wanted to change it, which Truman was happy to see happen.

But the "Black Emperor" is an issue that cannot be avoided.

"Our difference probably lies in our active minds and boundless imaginations."

Russell did not use the words "insight" or "knowledge".

"Hmm? How about..." Rosell thought for a moment and then voiced his idea.

"Constitutional monarchy? Of course, it needs to be analyzed and modified according to the actual situation. We need to be realistic."

Truman's eyes lit up; this tacit understanding from fellow countrymen was truly wonderful.

The mystical version of constitutional monarchy can ensure that the faith of the emperor in the astral realm will never waver, thus minimizing this greatest obstacle.

Parliament is one of the best ways to resolve conflicts among nobles.

"Yes, the empire is now decaying and needs you to inject vitality."

Truman handed him a Dream Coin Badge.

"Congratulations, you have secured the support of Dream Castle."

"..." Rosell's lips twitched. He had a feeling he had fallen into a trap, but he still accepted the badge.

He has ambitions to change the empire and wants to rise higher, and since Truman can help him, he won't be coy.

"When did you arrive?" Rosell finally couldn't help but ask.

"..." Truman paused for a moment, his tone complex, and sighed, "Several thousand years."

"That's a long time." Roselle couldn't fully grasp the concept of a thousand years as a unit yet; he only felt a sense of terror.

Have you ever thought about going back?

"There's no going back."

(End of this chapter)