Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 27 Balance

"Aren't you afraid my blood will contaminate you?" Truman held Lilith back with one hand as she lunged at him; she seemed to be losing control of her bloodlust.

Of course, it's more likely that it was deliberately shown to Truman.

"Pollution?" Lilith bared her two sharp fangs, her eyes still bloodshot. "There's nothing impure in your blood."

"There's another possibility: my blood itself is an impurity, just excessively pure," Truman joked to himself.

His blood is problematic; it may have become similar to the source substance.

Who dares to eat raw essence?

"That's harmless too," Lilith insisted. "To my sense of smell, your blood is like that of a human, an elf, or even a giant vampire."

"But my spirituality tells me it's harmless," Lilith said, making no attempt to hide her desire.

"But the look in your eyes makes me feel uneasy." As he spoke, Truman's expression darkened slightly, and the atmosphere between the two subtly changed.

The goddess had that look in her eyes when she first saw him, and Lilith had it too. That feeling of being treated like a mysterious piece of Tang Monk's flesh was really unpleasant!

He even created a dream council to prevent a certain situation from occurring.

The Dream Council was established because of this trait of his, and everyone can enjoy this benefit, but no one can enjoy it all to themselves.

This is the balance Truman created.

"...I'm sorry!" The red light in Lilith's eyes dimmed, and she looked at Truman's gloomy face, which finally softened.

It's already unprecedented for a former ancient god to bow his head and admit his mistakes.

Truman's expression softened slightly.

He glanced at the genuine red in Lilith's eyes, hesitated for a moment, then took out a goblet from the mists of history. With a light touch of his finger, it filled with blood-red liquid.

"Have this." He handed the glass to Lilith.

"What is this?" Lilith asked, looking at the liquid in the glass.

"Blood as I understand it," Truman explained.

Whether it tastes good or not is another matter, but this stuff, like the wine given to Sasriel, is manifested by dreamlike phosphorescence and has unique characteristics.

"Gulp!" Lilith drank it all in one gulp, and the red in her eyes quietly faded, returning to normal.

"Another cup, please!"

"No," Truman refused, offering a flimsy excuse, "Only by maintaining your desires can your humanity truly emerge..."

Truman brought Lilith to the Kingdom of the Sun God, a territory that belonged to him.

He hasn't forgotten the believers in the Land of Gold.

These tens of thousands of believers have been received and uniformly organized by the followers of the Sun God, becoming lambs under the rule of the Dream Angels.

Such matters are handled by specialists in the Kingdom of the Sun God, and Truman doesn't even need to get involved. They will quietly change their faith under the power of the gods and become believers in the dream of faith.

"My followers?" Truman's expression was somewhat strange. This was the first time he had followers who clearly believed in him and placed their highest trust in him. This was completely different from those who were popes or angels. There was no barrier between them.

Truman thought for a moment and responded to these anchors of his followers.

In that instant, a pure and brilliant rainbow suddenly burst forth in the sky, drawing the attention of everyone in this territory.

In a daze, the faith in their hearts, which had been distorted from the image of the giant king, took on a real texture.

They subconsciously offered prayers, reciting the revered name engraved in their hearts.

"The Spirit of Truth"

A pure person;

A traveler through time and space;

A dreamlike angel.

"I beseech your gaze, I beseech your arrival."

This is the angelic name that Truman wrote for himself, with an exceptionally clear reference point. When the believer recites it, countless voices echo in his mind.

In an instant, the Book of Dreams floated up, shedding the disguise Truman had used to reveal its dazzling and dreamlike cover.

A dreamlike phosphorescent light showered down, drifting and merging into the bodies of the believers, invigorating their spirits and completely repairing the mental damage caused by the Destroyer Wolf Plan.

"Thanks be to the Lord!" Tens of thousands of believers bowed down, surging like a tide.

"This... one's own followers are indeed much stronger than those who just freeload." Even the Book of Dreams can sense this; that's already quite remarkable.

Truman appeared amidst a sky full of rainbow light, holding the Book of Dreams. He even conjured twelve pure white wings behind him, exuding divinity.

Today, the main form of worship is still the statues of gods, which will be the only faith in this territory.

Truman pointed his finger, and endless dreamlike phosphorescence fell, transforming into a dreamlike statue tens of meters tall, pure white like jade, which was his current appearance.

The first commandment: You shall not take my name in vain.

The second commandment: You shall have no other gods before you.

The Third Commandment: Love your family as you would love me.

The Fourth Commandment: You shall not commit adultery or kidnap.

The Fifth Commandment: You shall not kill the innocent.

The Sixth Commandment: Serve Me with your heart, not as a sacrifice.

"..."

"My believers shall be blessed by dreams."

Truman flipped through the Book of Dreams to the page "Dreams," where a mysterious power was attached to the statue.

"Create a dream world? Let them do it themselves." Truman even created a divine amusement park similar to Dreamland, but in the end, he still gave the decision to the believers.

True believers will have the choice to freely weave a beautiful dream or enter God's paradise.

After the beautiful dream, they will gain true peace, including but not limited to spiritual and extraordinary qualities.

In theory, believers in dreams will not lose control before reaching demigod status, and will be able to attain the tranquility of dreams after reaching demigod status.

"Perhaps hundreds or thousands of years from now, Dream will become a secretive organization?" Truman was also very much looking forward to the future.

"This place has been arranged by me. You can stay here without interacting with spirit world information, and this place should be very suitable for your role."

As Lilith regresses to the vampire stage, the most important thing is naturally to find humanity, and besides that, it's probably about role-playing.

"Alright!" Lilith nodded gently, looking at the towering statue and the tens of thousands of believers worshipping below. "Do I need to believe in you?"

"Believe in me?" Truman asked, bewildered.

"Faith is also a form of humanity," Lilith said seriously, trying to understand human nature through similar behaviors.

"It's difficult," Truman said bluntly. "If you can't adjust your mindset from that of an ancient god to that of a vampire, your perspective will always be condescending, and you won't be able to understand true humanity."

"They're vampires!" Lilith emphasized, but Truman's words made her frown and think deeply.

"Take your time, you have plenty of time." Only when the ancient sun god takes action against the giant king can the goddess's and her previous arrangements take effect.

"Okay." Lilith quieted down and watched the devout believers silently.

(End of this chapter)