Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 225 Doomsday Preparation Meeting

No one could know just how dangerous the clash between two of the most skilled con artists and thieves would be.

A single word or action can be the start of a fraud.

But this is destined to be a long struggle, possibly lasting until the end of the world.

Truman stood atop the tower of the dream castle, watching the battle unfold from afar.

Amon noticed his gaze and greeted Truman in a friendly manner.

The biggest reason why his clone dared not enter the capital was because of the "Black Emperor" Solomon, after all, this man could really descend from the heavens and beat him up.

But perhaps Truman's influence played a part in this as well; Amon was very self-aware and knew that some of his habits annoyed his teacher.

For example, parasitism.

"I'm looking forward to your performance." Amon withdrew his gaze, gently pushed up his monocle, and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing from sight.

Palez Zoroaster turned back and waved to Truman before boarding the steam train.

After he stepped off the steam train, he had completely left the capital.

"I'd like to see it." Truman was quite interested in this battle between top con artists.

But now he has more important things to prepare for.

Truman triggered the Dream Mark and arrived in the Dreamland.

hum!

Three streaks of light descended from the sky; they were the other three attendees of the Dream Council.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the end of the world is less than two hundred years away."

This is the theme of this Dream Council meeting: the doomsday scenario that has been troubling all the true gods, and even Truman's entire quasi-Old Day.

Two hundred years is a long time for the world; it may be the rise and fall of a dynasty, but for those of you here today, it may just be the time it takes to sleep forever.

"We've been preparing for this moment all along," Lilith said, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Only when the end times arrive can His and Amanises's plans be implemented and He be able to regain His identity.

"But that's not enough." Truman hadn't forgotten his current position.

If he wants to become an Old One, he needs to face all the known dozen or so Old Ones, including even three Pillars.

All those original "Old Ones" wanted to take a bite out of him, the "Purifier," so his only allies were these "Second Generation" Old Ones in front of him.

"What did you foresee?"

Sassriel looked at Truman.

Without wasting words, Truman waved his hand, and countless threads of cause and effect formed a giant web of fate that enveloped the entire Earth.

Then, causal deduction was performed using the "perfect person's" future foresight.

A river called destiny flows mightily, and every splash of its waves tells a legend.

"Look," Truman said, his expression turning serious, as he used his "Dream" authority to make a prediction about the next two hundred years.

In this respect, he may not be as good as the "omniscient and omnipotent one" or the "beacon of destiny," but he is not much weaker.

The river of fate flowed smoothly for over a hundred years without hindrance, but in the last few decades, the river of fate suddenly surged!

Boom!

In an instant, the entire River of Fate shattered, and Truman's deductions came to an abrupt halt.

"In the decades leading up to the apocalypse, there were too many terrifying entities involved, which even causal calculations could not touch upon."

These terrifying entities include all the Old Ones and the gods who hope to become part of the Old Ones before the end times.

"You can't even calculate the Quasi-Ancient? What if you become an Ancient?" Amanisis asked gravely.

"No." Truman shook his head, suddenly remembering what the "Lord of Mysteries" had said to him at the end of the Third Age.

"What is called destiny is their will, and I am now almost standing in opposition to all their past."

He certainly can't defeat all the old ones.

Even if the "Lord of Mysteries" and "God" did not return in their entirety, they would most likely be no match for the dozen or so Great Old Ones from the outside world.

Fortunately, the outside world is not a monolithic entity, but rather a collection of individuals fighting their own battles.

"These decades of upheaval in destiny are the time to decide everything," Truman concluded.

"So, how do you plan to deal with this?" Currently, Truman is the only one in the Dream Council whose true form can walk on the ground.

"During those decades, the gods' ban on guarding the pass was lifted."

At that time, all true gods will also plan for their own old ways, and the prohibition will become meaningless.

Of course, the true God can descend, but the Kingdom of God must be blocked by barriers; this point cannot be relaxed.

"Secondly, I will not intervene to prevent the birth of a new god."

The birth of the new gods solidifies the original barrier and also opens up the possibility of giving birth to more of the old.

"There's one more thing... the birth of the 'Lord of Mysteries'."

At this point, all the gods present fell silent.

"He's too insidious, too much..." Truman exclaimed.

This is a top-notch, overt strategy; it's not afraid of being known at all, and the more people know about it, the better the effect.

The Lord of Mysteries' plan before his fall was to ensure that all true gods could only cultivate one Lord of Mysteries before the end of the world.

Only in that way can the seal on the Western Continent be broken before the end of the world, the source material be obtained, and the ancients be ascended.

This means that the true "Lord of Mysteries" is very likely to be resurrected and return in the newly born one.

"..." The four people present looked at each other in silence.

"The only saving grace is that I roughly know where the real turning point is," Truman suddenly laughed, but then added something.

"Of course, we should never be overly optimistic; after all, He is the ultimate con artist."

He even had a premonition that something terrible was likely to happen when the "Fool" was born.

"Finally, there is the defense against 'God' and 'Mother Goddess'."

Truman looked at Sassril and Lilith.

"I have been preparing for this moment all along." Sasriel nodded gently, as did Adam.

Lilith's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

In relation to the "Mother Goddess"...

"Come to my divine kingdom," Lilith suddenly said, extending an invitation to Truman.

Uh… Truman stared at Lilith in astonishment.

This approach is simple, direct, and effective.

"...Okay." After considering all sides, Truman nodded slightly. With his abilities, he would definitely not be discovered by anyone.

After the Fourth Age, Truman's identity in public was mostly that of a "Dream Angel".

Moreover, it makes no difference where his true form is located within the Earth's sphere.

The Illusionary Realm has now entered a development phase, and with Roselle guarding it, there's no need for him to keep an eye on it anymore.

Afterwards, the four discussed and revised various contingency plans for the apocalypse, leaving enough room for different scenarios.

"Hmm! Something feels off." Truman looked at the dream castle and shook his head.

He vanished like a dream, and when he reappeared, he was in a vast wilderness teeming with life, at the edge of which stood a magnificent temple of life.

This is the divine kingdom of the Earth Mother Goddess.

(End of this chapter)