Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 4 Human City-States

"...Taking yourself as an example, Sequence Four can already be called a demigod..." Truman introduced the knowledge of sequences to Hermes, and also used some extraordinary creatures in the struggle as examples.

"So that's how it is!" Hermes exclaimed in amazement, as if he had discovered a new world.

"My ability to become a demigod must have been due to unintentionally fulfilling the requirements of the ritual, coupled with good luck and a knack for handling madness..."

Hermes was extremely lucky, but he was also very gifted and spiritual. After becoming a manipulator, he would often go to places where extraordinary creatures fought to observe, and even actively manipulate their fights to observe the hidden patterns.

This unconsciously conformed to the role-playing method and stabilized his mental state.

Truman's appearance is more like a guide, allowing him to integrate all the occult knowledge into the sequence system, forming a whole.

"Thank you, angels, for the knowledge you have given me." Hermes bowed down to Truman, addressing him as an angel.

"Call me sir," Truman said, helping Hermes up.

"Yes!" Hermes replied respectfully to Truman.

Perhaps in his eyes, Truman was already a prophet of mankind, and that the Creator had guided him here to impart this blasphemous knowledge to him.

"Let's go to the largest human city-state you know first." Truman hadn't forgotten his plan.

"Then let's go to the Silver Kingdom!" Hermes thought for a moment and said a name that Truman vaguely remembered. "It's the best place I know where humans live."

Hermes continued, "They worship the goddess of harvest there, whose power greatly increases the grain production in the Silver Kingdom. It is one of the very few places I have ever seen where we don't have to worry about food."

"Silver City?" Truman's expression was somewhat strange; this sense of participation in history was truly subtle.

"The Silver City is the largest city-state in the Silver Kingdom..." Hermes also possessed a magical item that could teleport, and at this moment, she took Truman on a "journey" to the Silver City.

The two figures began to fade and eventually disappeared completely, reappearing in a giant city.

Built by some giants and human slaves, it is both ancient and magnificent. Stone pillars stand in the streets, each engraved with symbols of harvest such as ears of wheat, springs, and flowers.

All the stone pillars pointed in one direction: a huge altar of harvest.

Many people kiss the earth and pray devoutly to the altar of harvest.

In addition, there are houses made of mud bricks and rubble everywhere, which are somewhat similar to the Athens in Truman's memory.

This is the reality of human society today. The Dark City is, after all, the foundation of the goddess, and it was transformed by her.

"Mr. Angel, are you going to see the Giant King?" Hermes asked cautiously.

"No, I'm here to find heretics." Truman surveyed the ancient Silver City and said, "You've traveled here for a while; have you heard of people who worship the sun?"

"The sun?!" Hermes' pupils contracted slightly, then returned to normal.

The sun naturally refers to the one who awoke from the chaotic sea. In later mythological records, in the late Second Era, that one awoke as a true god and began to reclaim the authority of the creator.

But to become a true god in one leap? Or even a true god through two paths?

That madness can overwhelm anyone's will, and even the unique path of the thief cannot reverse the fact that "God" has awakened.

Even if we take a step further and assume that he was truly born a god, he would still need a large number of believers to maintain his humanity after realizing his own situation.

This is one of the largest human city-states, and it is very likely that there are believers of that being here.

Where there is existence, there will be traces.

According to the records of the later Elven Chronicles, this was the era of the First Flame of Fire, which was not far from the Twin Ages of the late Second Age.

Of course, what convinced Truman even more was the goddess's attitude.

When Truman proposed forming alliances and taking the initiative to plan, He showed no surprise whatsoever. Perhaps... He had already had this idea and was already aware of the existence of that person.

"As expected, you knew." Truman said with certainty after seeing Hermes' reaction.

Hermes has always held back, and even now he shows very little. After all, we are the audience, so we can understand. It's hard to say that he doesn't have a few virtual personalities hidden deep in his heart.

"Dreams come true, fantasies descend..." Truman didn't rush to ask questions, but instead looked at the Book of Dreams in his hand.

"Hermes, how did you get outside the Kingdom of the Destroying Wolf?" Truman asked.

"I have been wandering outside the realms of the ancient gods, observing extraordinary creatures..." Hermes said subconsciously.

"I was originally going to the City of Miracles to observe the dragons..." Hermes' eyes widened slightly, and his breathing became a little more rapid. He looked at Truman again, this time with not just respect, but also awe!

The power to change his mind so silently is beyond imagination.

Truman seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this.

"The Book of Dreams can actually interfere with real-life destiny like this?" No one would believe this isn't from a writer!

Truman pressed down on the Book of Dreams, and with a thought, wrote down his next plan.

"Is it like carrying 0-08 with you?" Truman blinked.

"How do you know about the sun?" Truman and Hermes walked the streets of the Silver City, ignored by everyone around them by psychological invisibility.

"...I once walked in a dream." Hermes looked at Truman's calm demeanor, and the audience's ability to read minds was useless; she could only say, "I glimpsed the sun."

"Heretics?" Truman asked softly, watching the rituals performed by the goddess of harvest.

"Yes, they are so devout, even fanatical, that they sing praises to the sun even in their dreams," Hermes continued, adding that he would not have noticed otherwise.

Truman paused, well, that's just how stereotypical he is!

"Then I'll be able to meet them today." The two of them had already arrived at the altar of the goddess of harvest, and Truman had a vague feeling about it.

The altar was very high, and the edges were decorated with depictions of the various miracles performed by the goddess of harvest.

That is the very foundation of the Silver City's existence. They also suffer from attacks by some crazed monsters, but if too many people die, the giants will even come to protect them.

Most importantly, they don't have to worry about food, which is much better than other human city-states.

Hermes followed Truman, while also keeping a watchful eye on the giants. This was a kingdom that worshipped the giant queen, and it was also close to the giants' royal court. They might encounter giants' patrols.

"Huh? So fast?" Just then, Hermes heard the angel beside her exclaim in surprise.

He followed the angel's gaze and saw a tall, thin man with long silver hair. He had delicate features and was holding a stone slab, copying the murals about the god of harvest.

(End of this chapter)