Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 29 Interference of Fate

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The dreamlike statues responded to them, bestowing upon them corresponding dreamlike phosphorescence. This light directly entered their hearts, calming the madness of their extraordinary nature.

"This is..." Even Hermes, the "spectator," couldn't hold back his shock. His face was filled with astonishment. This contradicted the knowledge he had learned!

Madness is eternal, almost synonymous with the extraordinary!

"It's just that peace has subsided, but the madness itself is still there. I've put it to sleep," Truman said softly.

Hermes's surprise faded. As a spectator passing through the Saint, he instantly gave himself a "diagnosis" and found that his condition was the best he had been in years!

If combined with his own "soothing" methods, he could experience a long-lost peace and tranquility that belongs only to ordinary people.

"Is it a dream...?" Hermes looked at Truman with complete admiration, and even his faith seemed more real.

Pure human, immense strength, powerful connections, and abilities that are practically a dream come true in this crazy world.

Such a person is too special, and very important to the entire human race. Hermes even regarded Truman as the light of humanity.

After successfully establishing contact with this group of human pioneers, Truman turned his attention to the city-state. The missionaries' missionary work was not hindered in any way, after all, even the city-state's guardians had come to believe in dreams.

"Afterwards, you can move the entire city-state to the Kingdom of the Sun God, since this place is not safe enough."

This city-state was actually under the rule of the alien king, but now that the alien king is dead, his followers, from the holy ones, have all scattered and fled. How can he possibly care about these cities anymore?

"No," Hermes surprisingly refused. "Now that ordinary people have faith, these missionaries will also protect them, while we need to hone our skills in turbulent times."

"...Very good." Truman paused, then nodded slightly. He had never experienced what humanity had gone through in this era and could not understand their thirst for power.

"If you encounter any problems you can't solve in the future, you can try praying to me," Truman finally said. He still had some thoughts about humanity's earliest secret organizations. "Alright, you can go back now. Those missionaries won't bother you anymore."

"Yes!" Hermes led a group of young men and women away.

Truman, meanwhile, held the Book of Dreams and gazed out of the city-state.

"Something feels off..." Truman's expression was somewhat strange. After the Sun God sent his divine kingdom to the human world and began to spread his teachings, the various ancient gods and their extraordinary races must have made some moves.

Even now, Truman can sense something approaching, but he can't catch any trace of it.

……

Around the time the Sun God's Kingdom descended to earth, all the ancient gods were watching that beam of light that seemed to support the heavens and the earth.

The ancient gods reacted differently. The Phoenix only glanced at it and then paid no more attention. The Demon Lord was in poor condition and dared not go out. The Giant King was powerless to do anything about it.

The Imaginary Dragon and the Elf King were in a similar situation, except that they sent their saints and followers to keep a close eye on the Sun God's movements.

In Truman's direction was a follower god under the Elf King—the God of Fortune.

This is a mercury snake.

"Strange!" Truman was completely unaware of this as he flipped through the Book of Dreams, which now contained several pages of text.

The first page is naturally the Dreamland, which represents the dream itself.

The second page features Truman's frequently used ability to interfere with the world, a magical ability that is almost like making dreams come true, even more unsolvable than the "writer's" ability.

The third page contains Truman's "Dream Weaving," which is also a branch of the power of dreams.

"I can't find the other person probably because I have no knowledge or concept of its existence at all, and at the same time, it can remain independent in fate."

"Hiss!" Truman suddenly felt a sense of unease. This kind of battle was too abstract. He didn't even know who the enemy was, yet he was about to begin a game of fate.

No power is invincible; even the power to make dreams come true and wishes come true has its limitations.

While Truman was struggling with the situation, the mercury serpent hidden in the forest dared not approach a step closer.

This was a giant, silvery-white serpent without any real scales. Its body was covered with patterns and symbols that were connected to each other to form a whole. Its bright red eyes were fixed on the city-state where Truman was located.

Truman was at a loss, and He was also extremely vigilant.

He erased his own special status in terms of fate, but it was still not enough; a gaze seemed to penetrate everything and fall upon Him.

"Reboot!" Mercury Serpent cautiously used this divine skill, and the complex symbols on its body flew up one by one, connecting with each other to form a wheel. Then Mercury Serpent curled up its body and bit its own tail.

Suddenly, the fallen leaves returned to the treetops, and the mercury serpent's body also retreated, trying to return to the state before it was not being watched by the mysterious entity.

But it failed.

The gaze from that infinite height was impossible to escape, and it even gave the mercury serpent the feeling of seeing the "Source Castle" during the last war of the ancient gods!

It was an absolute crushing power in terms of status; He didn't even know where to begin to resist.

The Mercury Serpent was also encountering such a strange enemy for the first time, thus beginning a tug-of-war of fate.

"What on earth is this thing?!"

The mercury serpent dared not make a rash move, but instead activated the luck it had accumulated over countless years, and then waited quietly.

The power of luck is gradually brewing, beginning to influence the surroundings and calming down all factors that could lead to discovery.

It is indeed a bit of a slack-off... but for those who follow this path, it may be the best course of action.

Truman, on the other side, scratched his head. During the "reboot," he also sensed something was about to disappear completely before his eyes, so he pressed down on the Book of Dreams to stabilize his senses.

"This ability seems somewhat familiar!"

After the "reboot," Truman actually had a clue, and this ability was truly iconic!

"The Mercury Serpent? The Goddess of Fortune? It seems to be a follower of the Elf King." Truman guessed the other party's identity.

"To conceal one's existence within fate..." He thought of the inscription on the blasphemous stone tablet.

Besides potions, the text also describes various other abilities.

"So that's the effect. At this moment, it's almost like a secret authority."

"Fate itself..." Truman fell into deep thought. He knew that the other party was also playing it safe, so he was no longer in a hurry. Instead, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he began to perfect the second page of his dream book.

Similar to the previous "Dream Weaving," this time he "saw" the ability of the Fate Path to interfere with fate, which gave him the idea of ​​perfecting the second page of the Book of Dreams.

(End of this chapter)