Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 3 Walking with the Saints

Looking out, Truman saw a massive mountain range that towered into the clouds and whose top was nowhere to be seen.

Further away, several terrifying giant beasts seemed to be rolling around, and the howling of wolves could be heard echoing in the distance.

"This place is actually not far from the divine kingdom of the Destroyer Wolves?!" Truman gasped.

You're really good at playing the "blind spot" game!

Truman reached out with his hand, gloved like an ancient man, and grasped at the air as if he had caught something, before disappearing completely.

When he reappeared, Truman had already left the Destroyer Wolf Kingdom some distance away.

Then he saw all sorts of strange and bizarre things.

Demon wolves, mist treants, and thousand-faced hunters—these extraordinary creatures could even be used as ingredients for potions in later generations.

This is the area surrounding the divine kingdom of the Destroyer Wolves. These creatures, or rather the extraordinary substances within them, are unconsciously converging here and arriving at this mountain range.

And when these extraordinary creatures come together, you can only imagine the scene.

Wild animals may get full, but these creatures only want to eat more and more.

Bloodshed, madness, and the bizarre unfold before Truman's eyes, with scenes that challenge the limits of human cognition. Extraordinary creatures driven mad by their mixed diet can be seen at any moment.

Of course, there will also be those "chosen ones" who survive the madness and strike it rich, transcending their level.

Truman observed for a long time, once again marveling at the chaos before the sequence recipe for the first blasphemous tablet appeared.

The name of the ancient sun god has not been passed down in this world, so there is naturally no desecration of the stone tablet.

As he was about to leave, he lifted the hem of the sage's robe and gently manipulated the spiritual threads of the area with his fingers, using the ancient sage's gloves.

The Sage's Robe is constantly analyzing the knowledge of this world, and the key to this is naturally the Ancient Gloves on Truman's hands.

Truman can use the Planeswalker's simulation to unleash many of his abilities.

"Why doesn't this saint show himself?" Truman didn't intend to kill the hidden person, but rather gently manipulated the spiritual threads, making it impossible for the saint to remain hidden.

Since Truman is called a saint, he is naturally no weaker than the fourth-ranked saint in later generations.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the air.

He was a nervous-looking young man, dressed in a gray-white robe, with thick hair and an impressive demeanor, but his appearance was rather ordinary.

"Are you a deity?" the young man asked, sounding somewhat apprehensive.

However, both the perception from the Book of Dreams and the knowledge from the Sage's Robe reminded Truman that this man had no reverence for the so-called gods.

He was observing me, high above me like a dragon, and it seemed that no movement I made could escape his eyes.

It even seems that something is disappearing...

The audience's hypnosis and virtual personality made them forget some memories, and even made certain modifications to their personality?

It was him who felt this way, whether it was the Book of Dreams or the Robe of the Sage, reminding him that if a demigod like a warrior came along, he might even be deceived about his own characteristics.

Truman looked at the other person, then realized something, "You're human?"

Yes, this is a human.

The young man's expression changed at just the right moment, while Truman's expression also looked somewhat strange.

"What's your name?" Truman asked.

"Hermes." The young man was already looking for a way out; an invisible force was spreading across his mind.

Truman smiled. Could this be considered a wish coming true, a dream come true?

This was one of his goals when he went out. Who would have thought that he would run into him as soon as he stepped out the door?

Truman withdrew his grip on the spiritual thread, and the atmosphere between the two quickly eased.

"I am not a god, but a human being," Truman explained to the saint.

Truman still had a certain fondness for this founder of human mysticism. After thinking for a moment, he removed the secret power of the divine badge, causing Hermes opposite him to widen his eyes slightly.

"Is it really human?!" Hermes confirmed this fact. The spiritual body showed absolutely no trace of mystery or corruption, and was even purer than a newborn human baby!

"But..." Hermes had doubts, but at least his expression relaxed.

In this era, Hermes was still young and harbored the ideal of paving an extraordinary path for humanity, which shows his sense of belonging to humanity. Truman's human identity was enough to make him lower some of his guard.

And frankly, most people these days are a little too honest and simple-minded...

"Are you observing the advancement of these extraordinary creatures?" Truman looked at the Thousand-Faced Hunter in front of Hermes, one of the "Chosen Ones".

After a chaotic battle, he devoured the crystal of a six-winged gargoyle, and his luck exploded, granting him even greater power.

Are you observing them to find patterns?

"This... moving from Sequence Six to Sequence Five isn't a huge leap, and with a bit of luck, it's actually quite reasonable, just crazy," Truman commented.

The simple commentary caused Hermes' eyes to widen in shock, as the concept of sequence seemed to open the door to a new world for Hermes.

He was unfamiliar with the term, but with a solid foundation in occultism that was strong enough for this era and even for later generations, he could vaguely guess its meaning.

That is order, and that is humanity's hope!

Whoosh! Even a sage of the Dragon Path, or the spectator Path of later generations, could no longer hide his thoughts. His thirst for knowledge even seemed to resonate with Truman's sage's robes.

"Can you teach me about this sequence?" Hermes pleaded, bowing his head.

Truman chuckled. "Of course, but I have one small request."

"Take me to the various human city-states and find some people."

"...No problem!" Hermes hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

The other party is a pure human being, surely not worse than those extraordinary races that enslave or even feed on humans?

Hermes probably doesn't know the term "traitor" now...

"Very well, but if I may ask, how did you become a Saint? This is related to sequence knowledge." The atmosphere between the two eased, and Truman asked curiously.

It was related to the sequence... Hermes suddenly realized that Truman's vision, which was ahead of its time, was extremely brilliant in the eyes of an explorer like him, which made him even more restless.

"When my city-state was destroyed by a monster, I forcibly swallowed a crystal containing mysterious power..." Hermes briefly described the situation at the time.

"Hermes today is equivalent to a Sequence 4 manipulator in later generations..." Truman thought to himself, "Moreover, when the city fell, there was no shortage of emotional resonance of despair or death, so the ritual was completed by accident."

"You are lucky, and of course, you are remarkable." The key to the manipulator's ritual is resonance; without a determination to live and die with the city-state, the ritual cannot be completed.

"So what are your thoughts on your promotion?" The two walked away from the chaotic battlefield to discuss sequence knowledge.

The spirit world faithfully records all information, and in later generations, ancient scholars will glimpse one of the most important moments in human history through the mists of history.

(End of this chapter)