Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 47 Story and Fate

Truman ended the Dream Council and returned to the real world. He eagerly took out the Vault Key and opened the door in the space.

It seems... another apprentice has been murdered.

Of course, at this time the apprentice might be an immortal phoenix.

Truman casually pulled out the two most precious and unique items inside.

A scroll depicting civilization and a crown that appears to be carved from obsidian.

This crown is exceptionally magnificent, decorated with various gemstones, but its design is somewhat too unique.

"Twisted?" Truman noticed several different carving styles on the crown, combining the aesthetics of giants, elves, and dragons. They were twisted together to form a crown with a bizarre and beautiful aesthetic.

Similarly, "distortion" is also a negative effect of this crown.

Without suppression or sealing, the crown will distort all the rules of the world, making the world its territory and all life its subjects, who must abide by the distorted rules.

This impact is global and irreversible.

"The characteristics of being alive?" Truman raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing the restless rebellious intent within.

As an emperor, one must never be subservient to others; this is one of its fundamental rules.

This demonstrates that this thing will never submit, will never compromise, and is essentially unusable.

"Unable to be exploited?" Truman scoffed. "Not submitting doesn't mean it won't be corrupted. Let's go calm down in the Dream Sea for a couple of days!"

Truman threw the Civilization Scroll and the Black Emperor's Crown directly into the ocean beneath the Dreamland.

In Truman's view, even the strongest uniqueness can be corrupted by the source matter. Once it has been "soaked in flavor," he will naturally be able to indirectly use these two uniquenesses by controlling the dream phosphorescence.

"The reshaping and distortion of rules, and the trend of civilization development."

Both abilities are powerful enough to enhance Truman's combat capabilities.

"It will take some more time." Truman nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the two unique items floating in the dreamlike sea.

Then, he took out the Alshoghod Pen.

The quill, formed from the Nightmare Dragon's properties, eventually ended up in his hands.

The quill pen trembled in his hand, probably knowing that two "predecessors" had just been thrown into the Dream Sea for a bath.

"Let's give it a try." Truman directly turned to the third page of the Book of Dreams—"Cause and Effect."

The two abilities overlap to some extent, which means that if they are used together, they will be greatly enhanced.

"..." Truman scratched his head, then wrote in the Book of Dreams, "The Demon King is in a very bad mental state, affected by his desire for destruction. He has prepared a plan to make the world feel the terror of the abyss again, and has begun to carry it out."

laugh!

The words on the pages of "Cause and Effect" crumbled completely, and it was still unable to forcibly interfere with the fate of an ancient god.

"Is it because I don't have enough power to mobilize?" Truman sensed it and nodded slightly.

He can currently mobilize the power of the Book of Dreams at roughly the level of an Angel King, similar to Sasriel in his blank state, and is far from being able to interfere with gods.

The divine is a qualitative change in all paths, representing the very concept of authority.

"Influenced by the Elf King's mobilization of a large amount of seawater to participate in the divine war, the Abyss Demon race emerged from the abyss on a large scale and attacked the territories of various races."

Truman thought for a moment, then wrote the line down in the book again.

Just like hundreds of years ago, the Demon Lord and the Destruction Wolf were in the same situation, with their demons constantly causing trouble throughout the world, taking it upon themselves to destroy and defile the entire world.

hum!

Truman watched as the words on the book slowly disappeared. He looked up at the outside of the divine realm and could sense a faint power being transmitted outwards. The wheels of history had begun to roll forward.

If it were only the power of Alshogod's Pen, the Demon King might have noticed something.

After all, demons already possess the ability to sense danger at the sixth level of sequence, and at the level of the Demon Lord, they can know anything that is detrimental to them.

Just like in the war between the three ancient gods who died, the Demon Lord was someone who could run faster than the Phoenix, who had mastered some of the "gate" pathways.

But now, the combination of "cause and effect" and Alshurst's pen can reach a higher level, allowing this intervention in fate to be directly protected by the Book of Dreams.

The Demon Lord is highly unlikely to notice.

"This will be a relatively long period of time."

Demons will constantly harass and invade the various extraordinary races until the extraordinary races can no longer tolerate it and launch a war in anger.

This is quite reasonable; it has happened countless times over the past thousands of years.

Once a war begins, it will not easily end.

……

In a corner of the city-state that had just escaped annihilation, the boy saw a newly prepared potion in the hands of the tall priest.

"I have three recipes: Godblood Warrior, Hunter, and Assassin. They are respectively..."

"Among them, the 'Giant' pathway has Sequence 7 and below, while the 'Hunter' and 'Assassin' pathways are Sequence 9 and Sequence 8, respectively."

"I don't have enough materials right now, so I can only concoct one Assassin's Potion." The priest held up the stone jar in his hand, inside which the potion swayed like a shadow.

"This is my final warning: potions can help us fight off demons, but in doing so, we too will become demons."

The priest, a "weapon master," looked at the boy whose eyes still held boundless longing and gave him one last warning.

"I just want to live, and... to go find Mr. Angel!" The boy roughly snatched the potion.

"The Lord has forgiven you, and no one will harm you again!" The priest shook his head. "All those who drove you out of the city will also be punished."

"But I don't trust you!" the boy defiantly challenged the world. "Absolutely not!"

"Child..." the priest tried to salvage the situation, "It was my dereliction of duty not to save you..."

Before the priest could finish speaking, the boy drank the potion from the stone jar in one gulp.

As the potion entered his throat, it gradually seeped into his body. The stone jar in his hand slipped to the ground, his eyes turned pitch black, and a shadow seemed to be surging beneath his skin.

"Meditate now!" the priest shouted solemnly, trying to awaken the boy.

While preparing the potion, he had already taught the boy various kinds of knowledge, but the boy who drank the potion seemed to have lost the ability to think.

It is only more difficult for a child to remain sane under the influence of a magic potion.

But at that moment, the ray of sunlight on his forehead took effect; the sun's "purification" helped the boy stabilize his will and complete his meditation.

The boy seemed to have a talent for this kind of mystical study, and quickly absorbed his own spirituality, completing his advancement.

"...You are very lucky," the priest said, looking at the boy with a complicated tone.

"Tell me your name, I need to register you."

"Chik!" the boy said, revealing his name.

(End of this chapter)