Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 218 Bernadette

Looking at the almost blank illusionary world before him, Truman's lips twitched slightly. "Too monotonous."

He gently pointed a finger, and the entire illusionary realm was filled with the power of creation.

Many fairytale-like dreams have come true and landed in the still barren fantasy world.

In addition, Truman also materialized some of the fairy tales from his memories, creating a fairy tale town.

This includes classics such as The Little Match Girl and Little Red Riding Hood.

Of course, they all have happy endings. For example, the little match girl eventually arrives in the fantasy world and sees her grandmother in the last glimpse of the match, while Little Red Riding Hood shoots the wolf before it can devour her grandmother.

What stands out is an absurd and illogical fairy tale fantasy.

Such fairy tales are more in line with the essence of the fantasy world.

"Not yet. This vast illusionary realm should have even more wonders to offer."

In the realm of illusion, space and time have no meaning. It also shares some very similar characteristics with the spirit realm and the astral realm, such as abstraction.

The illusionary realm is connected to everyone's subconscious and has a substantial connection with the real world, manifesting itself in the form of dreams.

Truman, however, wanted to make the fantasy world even more vibrant and colorful, a true reflection of the world.

But we can't rush this. During the time Truman walked out of the illusion world, wandered in the sea of ​​collective unconsciousness, and then created the illusion world, more than three years had passed in the outside world.

"Hmm?" Truman seemed to sense something, took a step, and came to an exquisite garden.

"Ouch!" A childish exclamation rang out. Truman looked down and saw a little girl, no taller than his knee, bump into his leg and fall to the ground.

The girl had long, fluffy chestnut hair, fair skin, and large, sparkling eyes beneath long eyelashes.

She wore a gorgeous, exquisite cake dress and a delicate, small sapphire crown on her head.

She didn't cry when she fell to the ground. Instead, she sat on the soft grass and tried her best to lift her head to see Truman's face clearly.

Truman crouched down, looking at the adorable little girl, and felt a surge of joy.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my garden? And why did you suddenly appear?" The little girl asked, pouting, clearly aggrieved and angry.

"You can call me Uncle, Huang Beibei." Truman stretched out his right hand and gently touched the little girl's fair cheek.

"Huh? You call me Beibei too?" The little girl blinked her big eyes at Truman. "Only Daddy calls me Beibei."

"Bebe?" Russell walked into the garden and saw Truman and Bernadette lying on the ground.

"Daddy!" Bernadette scrambled to her feet and charged toward Russell with her short legs.

"Oh!" Rosell picked up Bernadette and spun her around gently.

"This uncle also calls me Bebe!" Bernadette hugged Rosell's neck affectionately, turned around and pointed at Truman.

"He's Dad's good friend, and also your Uncle Chu."

"Oh," Bernadette looked at Truman and reached out her hand to him, "Uncle, could you give me a hug?"

Russell was somewhat surprised; his daughter had adapted far too quickly.

"Great!" Truman laughed and snatched Bernadette from Roselle's arms.

"Uncle smells so good, like a strawberry-flavored cake!" Bernadette exclaimed excitedly.

"Is that your favorite flavor?" Truman asked.

"Yes, I also like coconut flavor, chocolate flavor..." Bernadette spoke slower and slower, her nostrils twitching slightly as she smelled similar scents on Truman, seemingly somewhat intoxicated by those delicious flavors.

"..." The death stare from Roselle.

"Haha." Truman laughed heartily; for him, the most prominent thing was that his wishes would come true.

Such a little girl, with an extremely pure mind, was able to receive the clearest feedback from Truman.

Bernadette can have whatever she wants.

Truman placed Bernadette on a small swing in the park, while he and Russell sat on a chair nearby.

"Are you so popular with children?" Rosell couldn't help but ask.

"This is the dream," Truman explained, gently pushing the swing.

"Was it you who caused that commotion in the ocean of the collective unconscious?" Roselle asked thoughtfully, then brought up the matter.

"Yes," Truman did not deny it. "I created a world, a virtual yet real world similar to the spirit world and the astral realm."

Russell's eyes widened in shock, and his breathing quickened.

Several years have passed, and he is now a Sequence 3 "Mystic Scholar" with the "Twilight Hermit Society" as a channel, which has given him a deeper understanding of the mysterious world.

"I came here to find you to 'join' me."

"You want me to work for you? Don't even think about it!" Russell's first instinct was to refuse.

Russell will never work a day in his life!

"..." Truman's lips curled into a smile. "Not even an angel, yet you want to become my employee?"

Rosell's expression stiffened. He had obtained his Sequence 3 trait through the "Twilight Hermitage," but his Sequence 2 "Knowledge Mentor" trait had actually been in place for a long time.

That was Truman's "gift money" to him, so as long as he digests the current Sequence 3 potion, he can seamlessly become an angel.

But it hasn't been completed yet.

Not being an angel made him somewhat less confident in speaking to Truman.

"Besides... once you become an angel, do you want to go even further?" Truman suddenly asked.

"What?!" This time, Rosell really couldn't sit still.

No matter how unwilling he was, he knew clearly that being an angel was probably his limit.

As far as he knew, both the "Hermit" and "Perfect One" pathways had true gods hanging in the astral plane.

He had taken years to accept the fact that his path forward was blocked, but now…

"Daddy!" Bernadette jumped off the swing and ran into Rosell's arms. Her sweet little girl instantly calmed Rosell down.

Russell held Bernadette in his arms, stroking his daughter's soft, white hands, before looking at Truman, whose expression remained calm, and said softly, "As far as I know, there are no suitable seats up there now."

"Yes, it's already very difficult to advance further on the twenty-two divine paths, and your superiors have blocked them completely," Truman agreed.

"So the opportunity you're talking about comes from outside the divine path?" Roselle asked thoughtfully. "Like your 'dream'?"

It is clear that the "Dream" path lies outside the twenty-two divine paths.

What's even more unusual is that Rosell has never seen a single material or recipe from the "dreamlike" pathway.

"The Gift System cannot produce gods." Truman refuted Rosell's conjecture.

Unless a uniqueness is extracted from the gifted one, the true God of the gifted path cannot appear.

(End of this chapter)