Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 482 Inquiry

Klein's emotions fluctuated because of the words of the "Lord of Mysteries".

"..." Klein was silent for a moment, "You are just as shameless, cunning, and inhuman as Amon."

This is Truman and the "Fallen Creator's" assessment of the "Lord of Mysteries".

"Thank you for the compliment. For me, being resurrected through Him is also an excellent choice."

"..." Klein suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Alright, I need to go study the dreamlike phosphorescence now. Goodbye." The voice in Klein's mind slowly faded away, leaving no trace.

It even seemed like a delusion in Klein's mind, a sign that something was wrong with his mental state.

"This is troublesome..." Klein's face was grim. He didn't even know when the voice would appear or what kind of impact it would have on him.

Klein leaned back in his high-backed chair, remaining silent for a long time, but unable to find an effective solution, he had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being.

"'Miracle Worker'..." Klein examined the abilities he used after becoming an angel.

"Wish is the essence of miracle..." Having received the corresponding occult knowledge, Klein already had a sufficient understanding of the power of "wish".

"However, for me, an angel with dual pathways, 'wishes' and 'fantasies' can be combined, removing some limitations and achieving even more magical effects..."

Klein composed himself and returned to reality. He looked at Derrick Berg and the others and said, "Do you need me to take you to the Dream Cult's sanctuary?"

"Then thank you, Mr. Angel!" Lovia, Derrick, and the others were all very excited.

Klein nodded slightly and led the group across the endless ocean to the Dream Sanctuary in the Solomon Empire.

He is now extremely powerful, definitely at the first level of the Sequence, and even comparable to the Angel King who lacks uniqueness, thanks to the blessing of the "Source Castle".

"Welcome everyone from Gensokyo." To Klein's surprise, Hermes, the patriarch of the Dream Cult, personally came out to greet him!

"Your Holiness the Pope!" Derrick and the others were overjoyed to see Hermes.

"Now that you've come from Gensokyo, you're here to serve as messengers of dreams." Hermes looked at them gently, seemingly ready to entrust them with an important task.

"It is our greatest honor to spread the glory of dreams!"

After arranging for Derrick and the other dream messengers, Hermes looked at Klein, who was standing silently to the side.

"So, Mr. Angel, have you decided on your title in the Dream Codex?" Hermes asked with a smile.

"Uh..." Klein looked astonished, "An angelic title?"

He really hadn't thought about that aspect.

"Yes, like a 'mysterious angel,' like a 'gate angel.'" Hermes's attitude turned serious; this was no small matter for the Dream Cult.

"Let's call it 'Miracle'," Klein thought for a moment and decided to use the current sequence as the title, since it wasn't already taken.

"Alright." Hermes nodded gently, then added, "The title of angel in our sect is more than just a title."

Klein had a sudden inspiration; the moment Hermes nodded, he seemed to sense the presence of an incredibly large number of believers!

"This is... a follower of the Dream Cult. My angel title, even followers can leech off it?" Klein was dumbfounded.

"That's the characteristic of dreams." Hermes' face shone with faith.

Klein's lips twitched as he thought of the "First Pope" of the Church of the Night and the "Angel of Punishment" of the Church of the Storm.

These are all titles that Truman acquired from various places; rounded up, he now has followers all over the world.

"I'm so envious and jealous..." Klein muttered.

"There's one more thing. You have one more chance to get various information from us," Hermes reminded him.

But Klein had already planned for this. "Could I exchange this opportunity with any Dream Angel?"

"Yes." Hermes paused for a moment, then nodded with a light laugh. He had already guessed what Klein meant.

"Then I request to use this opportunity with the Dream Angel."

Throughout history, only one person has ever truly used "Dream Angel" as the title; all others are merely angels using the "Dream" pathway.

When it comes to the secret knowledge they possess, who can compare to the "Dream Angel"?

"As long as you can get it," Hermes was happy to see it happen.

"Alright, thank you, Your Holiness. I won't bother you any longer." Klein couldn't wait any longer and disappeared after saying goodbye.

At the same moment, he had already arrived at Truman Estate.

But now he is his true form, having come here directly from Gensokyo via the "Source Castle".

The words "fantasy" and "miracle" were used once, but Amon was unable to stop him.

"You're a fool not to take advantage of a bargain, right?" Truman was studying the "Blasphemy Slab" when he looked up and saw Klein, realizing his purpose.

"Who told you to keep using the 'Dream Angel' persona? I just happened to take advantage of that." Klein chuckled as he sat down opposite Truman.

After sitting down, Klein's gaze fell on the "Blasphemy Slab".

This "blasphemous slab" was also a major reason why Klein came here; he really came to take advantage of the situation.

"Here you go." Truman placed the "Blasphemy Tablet" directly in front of Klein.

Klein's eyes widened as he meticulously analyzed the information he needed from the page.

"I've heard that the second 'Blasphemy Tablet' was formed from the body of the Creator of the Tertiary Period? Does it contain some even more precious and hidden knowledge?"

"...You really don't hold back!" Truman blinked, somewhat surprised, but he simply raised his hand and gently tapped it, giving Klein the newly added knowledge on the second "Blasphemy Slab".

The appearance of information such as "Outer Gods...The Old Ones..." made Klein's eyes widen suddenly, and he subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Some kind of hidden pollution began to seep into this world and landed on Klein.

However, Klein is now an angel and easily resisted these contaminants.

"So that's how it is..." Klein felt that many of the questions he had encountered had been answered.

"God, Lord of Mysteries, Fallen Mother Goddess..." Klein felt an unimaginable pressure for no apparent reason.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" Truman asked softly.

"..." Klein took a while to process the knowledge he had gained, then looked at Truman with some hesitation, but still asked solemnly, "Why me?"

It wasn't Russell, it wasn't Beckett, it wasn't Hela, but it was him.

(End of this chapter)