Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 45 Self-Positioning

Essence becoming spirit? That's one possibility.

Under the pressure of the ancient gods, the Book of Dreams suddenly erupted, allowing Truman to see more deeply and gain a broader perspective.

He and the Book of Dreams are now inseparable; even the underlying structure of his body is filled with dreamlike phosphorescence!

"In this way..." Truman stroked the fourth page of the Book of Dreams, where the symbols were already half-formed.

This is a type of power of change, symbolizing the endless possibilities and changes of "dream".

Dreams originate from countless people's yearning and desire for beauty, including countless individuals' definitions of themselves. Even the thoughts of each individual are ever-changing, unrestrained and imaginative.

All of this is the third branch of authority in this dreamlike world. It is precisely because it is unpredictable and undefined that Truman finds it difficult to explore on his own.

The half-finished symbols in the book seem somewhat illusory, but they are different in the eyes of everyone. They have no physical form, and only when someone looks at them will they become what that person thinks.

Truman suddenly shook his head, no longer thinking about philosophical questions like "Who am I?" "Once this page is finished, everything will be answered."

He put away the Book of Dreams and entered the city-state he had saved from natural disaster.

"Mr. Angel," Hermes bowed to Truman.

"It's all over now, let's go." Truman shook his head slightly, and with Hermes, they were about to begin their journey, their destination being the Creator's Kingdom.

Because of the elves' swift response, the ancient sun god's side could no longer openly associate with the giants; otherwise, today's natural disaster would not be an isolated case.

The spirits that sense the threat may even unleash a horrific catastrophe capable of destroying the earth's ecosystem.

"Wait, Mr. Angel!" It wasn't Hermes, but the boy he had saved.

"You..." Truman could see a longing and admiration in the boy's eyes.

They yearned for his immense power and admired his ability to withstand the terrifying natural disaster.

This is no different from that of other believers.

"If you want to become extraordinary, you should go find the administrator of this city," Truman advised.

All cities that worship the Creator have a lineage of extraordinary potions and a system for cultivating extraordinary individuals that is already showing promise. The Creator's divine realm is not lacking in low- to mid-range materials and extraordinary traits.

"As for your so-called 'sin,' I forgive you on behalf of the Lord!"

"To compensate you for the calamities you suffered, upon reaching adulthood, you can obtain a complete potion from the ruler of this city-state."

Truman pointed a finger, and a ray of sunlight was stolen from him and placed on the boy's forehead, turning into a small sun.

After that, Truman said nothing more and simply took Hermes away from the city-state.

The boy stood there blankly for a long time before he came to his senses. He turned around and saw that everyone's gaze towards him had changed.

The previous hatred had vanished, replaced only by awe for the sun mark on his forehead.

An angel forgave him on behalf of the Lord!

"..." The boy remained silent, then ran to the city-state's ruler. No one dared to stop him, for everyone had seen the angel forgive him for all his sins.

"I want a potion!" the boy said, looking at the city-state's administrator.

This was an extremely tall priest, with a robust physique, and a warrior pathway Sequence 7 "Weapon Master".

"You're too young. You can come when you're an adult." The priest slowly shook his head, looking at the boy's thin frame.

"Once I'm an adult, the potions won't be mine anymore!" the boy declared resolutely, the little sun on his forehead shining brightly.

"No one dares to steal the promise of the angels!" The priest was devout enough to believe in the Creator.

"But I want it now!" The boy brushed the hair from his forehead, revealing a small sun on his forehead, and threatened the priest.

"You will die!" the priest warned again, and revealed the truth about the so-called potion: it was something that came with madness.

"Give it to me!" the boy persisted.

"...This is your choice." The priest stopped trying to persuade him. "I don't have any real potions on me. I need to make them myself, and I can only make one kind at a time."

"What is it?" the boy asked.

"Assassin is a potion that, when consumed, grants the user exceptional skills in assassination and stealth."

"Okay, I'll take this one!"

……

Truman returned directly to his territory, refusing the giants' request to meet him.

At this point, we cannot have any open contact with the giants, otherwise it will provoke the dragons and elves.

Giants are one of the twins, so you can ignore them, but humans can't.

"Lilith?" Truman looked up and saw the beautiful, radiant girl sitting on the shoulder of his idol, looking down at the worshippers who were in a dreamlike state.

In Truman's eyes, Lilith is actually responding to the vampires in secret.

That response was drowned out by the prayers of the dream believers, perfectly hidden within, so much so that even the ancient gods could hardly discover the key.

"How stupid!" Lilith's pretty face turned slightly cold. "Why don't you just go find Olnia?"

Lilith crushed a prayer light from a vampire dream book.

It's hard to imagine that an ancient god would have such emotional fluctuations.

"You guys are too slow," Lilith said, noticing Truman and looking at him with displeasure.

Compared to hundreds of years ago, her expressions are much more vivid, and she has truly gained humanity.

That was a rather long process.

Through the clan's clan's secret rituals and Lilith's relentless pursuit, an ancient god who had been indifferent for nearly a thousand years finally, by a stroke of luck, gave birth to something that could be called "humanity."

However, this so-called human nature is a bit too dramatic.

For the first three hundred years, Lilith frantically searched for the existence of "humanity," but to no avail.

But it was also during that long process that I truly gained divine peace through my own efforts.

She is Lilith, the progenitor of the vampires, a vampire who has searched for humanity in vain for hundreds of years, and finally, she is who she is now.

Initially, humanity was merely a self-definition; it was only after bestowing blessings upon the struggling vampires that humanity truly began to emerge.

It's a very strange state, almost imperceptible. If you say it is, then it is.

After that, Lilith began to play a key role in the various sequences of the "Moon" and "Mother" pathways in the Dreamlands.

The results are already visible; the character has moved from "Moon" to "Mother," and is now in Sequence Two, "Desolate Mistress."

It's not that I can't become a "nature traveler," but that I'm waiting for the right opportunity.

That's why she was so upset that Truman and Sussril were moving too slowly.

"These things can't be rushed." Truman shook his head slightly. Pushing the tide of history and plotting against the ancient gods, if he's not careful, all the ancient gods might come knocking on his door, which would be terrible.

"Let's have a meeting first, we can talk about anything else inside." Truman opened the Book of Dreams.

(End of this chapter)