Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 5 The Angel of Fate and the Sun God

Truman's eyes fell on the handsome man, and for a moment he was even a little amazed. He could only say that the man was a tiny bit more handsome than himself!

"What would happen if someone like that drank a witch's potion? It's a pity we'll never have the chance to see it."

In Truman's mind, the Sage's Robe had already deciphered a piece of information, and he recognized the angel.

【Angel of Fate: Ouroboros】

The only piece of information was something Truman already knew.

In Truman's own vision, granted by his dream book, the angel of fate was shrouded in a thick shadow, behind which lay an ocean of indescribable color.

He was favored by some being of extremely high status.

"Danger!"

For the first time, Truman sensed a profound sense of danger; what lay behind the shadows could have a terrifying impact on his existence!

"The threat level is not much different from eternal sleep!"

"The Chaos Sea... the source matter cannot be touched!" Truman came to this realization.

The Book of Dreams seemed to sense Truman's will and opened on its own, its dreamlike phosphorescence spilling out, about to collide with that thick shadow!

"Stop!" At this moment, Truman's eyes were filled with the image of the figure hidden behind the shadow.

Under Truman's will, the dreamlike phosphorescence transformed into a seven-colored butterfly, becoming an extremely brilliant radiance as if a dream had come true.

Fortunately, the other side also suppressed its somewhat restless power and did not unleash the seawater that seemed to contain all the secrets.

The two did not engage in a collision that could be considered a clash of source matter, but that power still spread outwards.

"Oh no!" Truman had not anticipated this situation either, and he could even feel a gaze fixed on him.

That gaze carried a hint of ferocity and madness. After all, the giants were not exactly benevolent, and the consequences of causing trouble here were predictable.

"It must be Omibella, the goddess of harvest," Truman thought to himself.

This is His kingdom, and the presence of the primordial aura here has naturally been sensed by Him. He is casting His gaze upon this place in response to the prayers of His believers, and He Himself is not far from here!

Before Truman could react, he felt that every blade of grass was hostile to him, and the whole land seemed to have changed, beginning to resent and reject him, as if it were going to become his grave.

Even he himself began to change; his hair started to dry out, and he was about to wither away like a plant.

Truman's figure flashed, his entire being becoming ethereal, breaking down into streams of complex knowledge, transforming into a torrent of information.

"Hey! What are you standing there for? Let's go!"

Truman glanced at Urolius, who was still reeling from the shock of the Chaos Sea's power, and then teleported to Urolius's side with the stunned Hermes. The three of them wandered together, preparing to jump into the Spirit Realm.

However, Truman and his angel were stopped by a wildly growing plant before they even stepped into the spirit world.

"The mystery reappears, the Emperor's New Clothes!"

Suddenly, the hem of Truman's clothes fluttered, and an invisible robe made of pure knowledge was draped over Truman and the others.

They seemed to vanish, yet they were truly present, floating lightly across the plants.

The three of them began their journey again, entering the spirit world.

Both pathways contained in the Ancient's Gloves enjoy privileges in the Spirit World, so they are no longer afraid of Omibella. Of course, this battle was completely unexpected and not part of the plan, so Truman decided to withdraw as soon as possible.

Without hesitation, Truman was about to completely leave the battlefield when he was blocked by a desolate twilight.

That's good! The giant king, sensing the aura of the source, also turned his gaze in this direction.

As for the difference between a true god and a Sequence Two, one can refer to how the Death Archon was almost "killed" by the Blood Emperor with a single glance in later generations.

"If you're so capable, take a look at me!" Truman had already roughly determined the status of the Book of Dreams, so he simply raised it up, wanting the Giant King to take a look, and ideally, to let the dream phosphorescence fall on Him!

If the Chaos Sea can pollute the Imaginary Dragon, there's no reason why my Book of Dreams can't!

"Let there be light!"

A clear and magnetic voice rang in Truman's ears, causing him to put down the Book of Dreams.

With a divine intervention, there's no need for him to bother.

The sun bursts forth in the endless cosmos, its blazing light tearing through the decaying twilight.

"Roar!" A terrifying roar startled the entire spirit world.

But under the scorching sunlight, the decaying twilight seemed too wild and chaotic to break through the sun's blockade.

"He's gone!" Truman turned around and saw a terrifying giant phantom, holding a greatsword and wearing tattered armor. Its true form was not visible, and twilight was behind it.

This is the Giant King Olmir!

This is an ancient god! Truman never expected to see one; it all stemmed from the unpredictable conflict between the Chaos Sea and the Book of Dreams.

"Could the Book of Dreams really be some kind of source? But I've never heard of it!" Truman wondered, as his journey was already complete.

Through human intervention and the interference of fate by the already awakened Urelius, they arrived in a strange country and a strange church.

Before me stood a man as radiant as the sun, dressed in a white priestly robe with a silver cross hanging on his chest.

The first thing Truman noticed was his eyes, which were pure gold, like a miniature sun.

This is naturally the current sun god, who will be referred to as "ancient" in later generations.

Of course, he might now be calling himself the creator.

"Who are you?" Truman and the Ancient Sun God spoke at the same time, their gazes fixed on each other.

But the next moment, both of them consciously closed their eyes and turned their heads away.

In an instant, Truman saw a dark sea that seemed to contain all the secrets of the world, while the ancient sun god saw a dazzling, dreamlike phosphorescent light that contained all the beautiful wishes.

Both things were worth exploring, but both of them also sensed danger at the same time, turning their heads away and blocking some mysterious connection.

Otherwise, that scenario, which resembles a conflict between the source and matter, will happen again.

"You may call me the Sun God." The ancient Sun God looked over again, but the probing was gone; it was just ordinary now.

"My name is Truman." Truman's eyes also lost some of their shimmering phosphorescence.

"Truman?" The ancient sun god paused slightly, pronouncing the name in a way that didn't belong to this era, "Truemen?"

"Let there be light?" Truman said, repeating the words of the ancient sun god.

As expected, the attitude of the ancient sun god changed slightly.

The atmosphere between the two also underwent a subtle, inexplicable change.

Hmm... it's probably a good thing.

(End of this chapter)