Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 220 Copying the World

The atmosphere inside Solomon's palace was terrifyingly frozen, and the angels remained silent.

The emperor, who was indeed somewhat incompetent, grew increasingly uneasy because none of his ancestors had questioned the Bill of Rights.

Oh, this emperor is not of high enough rank to sense that sacred and majestic aura, like the shadow of rules, and is unaware that the source of the "honor" he bears is watching over him.

"Your Majesty, do not hesitate," Roselle said softly, then went to the emperor's side, picked up the emperor's pen, and signed the emperor's name.

All the angels watched this scene calmly. The emperor wanted to stop it, but he was too immobile to move and could only watch as Roselle completed the signing of the bill.

There is no better way to express or interpret this bill.

"It's done!"

Russell straightened up and presented the Bill of Rights to all the angels.

Without firing a single shot or even engaging in any heated arguments, the revolution was completed in that very moment.

An imperial revolution is so simple, unpretentious, and dull that it encountered no obstacles whatsoever.

The next day, an explosive piece of news spread throughout the world.

The emperor feigned illness and neglected state affairs, leading to the establishment of the Council of Nobles, with Russell Gustav becoming its first speaker, effectively wielding supreme power in the empire.

After becoming Speaker and wielding supreme power, Roselle immediately began sweeping reforms, implementing his inventions extensively throughout the Solomon Empire.

This reform also led to a rapid increase in the power of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, even surpassing the other two major churches within the Solomon Empire.

"It's a pity I didn't become Napoleon, I only became Cromwell."

"No, the Glorious Revolution was not accomplished by Cromwell."

Russell sighed as he signed the decrees one by one.

"Daddy!" Bernadette, dressed in a princess dress, burst into the office that represented the highest power in the empire.

"Bebe!" Rosell smiled immediately. Bernadette had grown up a bit and was now over three years old, becoming more and more adorable as she grew older.

"Today I learned how to massage backs from Mommy, let me give you a massage!" Bernadette came up behind Roselle and began to knead with her little hands.

A daughter's hands don't need to be strong; all she needs is her heart, and that's enough to bring a father comfort.

"Daddy, I want to go to the fairytale castle!" Bernadette kissed Rosell on the cheek and then looked at him longingly.

A fairytale castle is a dream castle.

Russell wrote many fairy tales for Bernadette, and the fairy tale castles in these fairy tales were all directly based on the Dream Castle.

The dream castle is arguably Bernadette's most longed-for place.

"The Dream Castle..." Roselle hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently. "Alright, I'll take you there now."

Now that he has reached the pinnacle of power in both the empire and the church, it is time for him to seek the path of the angels in the Truth Gate.

"Yay! Daddy's the best!" Bernadette jumped up excitedly.

"Let's go." Rosell led Bernadette directly to the Dream Castle.

"Welcome, little niece." Truman happened to be there as well.

"Let's go, this is your favorite fairytale castle." Bernadette looked at everything in front of her with curiosity and ran off excitedly.

"I thought you were going to be corrupted by power." Truman glanced at Russell, now exuding an inexplicable sense of authority.

"The end of the world is coming soon." Rosell looked at his daughter, who was excitedly pulling on the unicorn, and his eyes softened.

Having become an angel, He already knew everything He needed to know, and He had access to almost all the confidential files in the "Steam and Mechanical Church".

Furthermore, Bethel, with whom he maintained a good relationship, also gave him information about the stars and the Outer Gods.

Two hundred years is too short for an angel; by then, His daughter might have just grown up.

"So?" Truman asked softly.

"Only by becoming a true god can one have the most basic means to protect one's family and survive the end times." Russell's understanding of this was profound enough.

"Let's go then."

Truman beckoned Bernadette over. "Uncle will take you to an even more fun place, okay?"

"Okay!" Bernadette reached out and grabbed Truman's clothes.

"Then let's go!" With that thought, waves rippled in the illusory world, engulfing the three figures.

The three figures appeared in a primordial paradise, where exotic flowers and sacred trees grew everywhere, along with fragrant berries and flowing holy springs.

In addition, there are a vast number of fantastical creatures: nine-colored deer, mermaids, unicorns, phoenixes, fairies...

The creatures here are beautiful and dreamlike, without the rampant erosion or disgusting slime. These lovely and wonderful creatures frolic and play, carefree.

"...It's like the legendary Garden of Eden." Russell felt an indescribable peace after entering this paradise.

"This is the Garden of Eden." Truman went to a strange fruit tree and picked a golden apple.

"This is the Fruit of Wisdom." Truman gave the apple to Bernadette, and the little girl happily ran away with the apple in her hand, wanting to meet the fairy in the lake.

"This is already perfect enough." Roselle's eyes gleamed, judging the creation from a craftsman's perspective; it was simply impeccable.

"That's far from enough." Truman led Russell out of the Garden of Eden; next door was a fairytale town, and beyond that lay nothingness.

"This is a vast world comparable to the universe, a reflection of the universe, but I have only created two attractions so far."

"Tell me your thoughts," Truman said, looking at Russell. Both reasonable and unreasonable opinions were welcome.

"Give me the authority." Rosell asked first, and Truman nodded slightly. A symbol landed on the back of Rosell's hand, which was the authority of the illusion creator.

"Copy it first!" Russell's tone was so serious it was almost laughable.

As expected of you… Truman’s lips twitched, but he also felt it was only natural.

"Let's copy our world first..." Rosell used the Forger's privileges.

boom!

As if the world had been created, a planet was born from nothingness and appeared before Russell and Truman, with everything on it being a true replica.

At that moment, Rosell's body suddenly froze. He was now on the outer edge of the planet, able to see the entire outline of it.

It's so familiar...

"Is this... Earth?" Roselle looked at Truman with a strained voice.

"I thought you already knew," Truman said calmly.

Russell stared at the Earth before him with a slightly stiff expression. The outline of the continents had changed somewhat, but he could still vaguely make out a familiar appearance.

"It really is my 'hometown'..."

(End of this chapter)