Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 502 God of Dreams

"You actually came back!?" A resentful voice came from inside as Bernadette opened the door and walked in.

"Sister?" Bonova was even more astonished. It was truly rare for these two relatives, who were often nowhere to be found, to return home together.

"What do you want to do!?" Bernadette stared intently at Rosell, the atmosphere between father and daughter was far from harmonious.

After resigning as First Speaker and entering the Illusionary Realm, Roselle did indeed neglect his family in the real world.

In addition, his rebellious teenage daughter learned about some of his foolish deeds from his youth...

That's how it turned out.

"Bebe, come here, and Bonova too." Rosell patted the sofa.

The siblings exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat uneasy.

Even Bernadette didn't say anything more and sat down next to Rosell.

Russell reached out and patted his daughter and son on the head, nodding in satisfaction.

"I'm leaving, and you probably won't see me again..." Rosell raised an eyebrow.

"...the true form."

Russell's children are already quite used to his quirky and playful ways.

"What do you want to do?" Bernadette asked again, her tone much harsher.

"The opportunity I've been waiting for for hundreds of years is about to arrive." Roselle waved his hand, and a screen resembling a television appeared opposite the sofa.

Bernadette and Bonova both instinctively looked at the light screen.

"Gods' War?" Bernadette's pupils contracted slightly.

On the light screen was the magnificent scene of twilight invading the "Deep Dark Kingdom".

"Watch closely, today's game is the most exciting one since the Fifth Age," Roselle said mysteriously.

Bernadette and Bonova didn't ask any more questions, but stared intently at the light screen as if trying to uncover some secrets within it.

Until the God of War fell, both of them changed color.

When the name "Lilith" was uttered, both angels stood up abruptly.

"How is this possible?!" Bernadette stared in astonishment at the light screen, then looked at Roselle, who had a half-smile on his face.

"You already knew?"

"Sigh!" Actually, Roselle also had a toothache. After learning from Truman what would happen today, he had the same expression as Bernadette.

"This was all your Uncle Truman's doing. Lilith is probably his old flame," Roselle scoffed.

Subsequently, the Outer Gods attacked, the God of War's kingdom collapsed, and its fragments scattered.

"..." Bernadette and Bonova both looked at the empty space left by the God of War's kingdom, their worries barely concealed.

They were all angels, so they naturally knew how terrifying the Outer Gods were.

"..." Bernadette suddenly looked at Roselle, her spirituality also pointing to a certain possibility.

"Yes! Your father, me, is about to become a god!" Rosell couldn't help but proudly reveal the answer.

At that moment, a strange fluctuation came from somewhere. Roselle subconsciously reached out and grabbed a ball of light that suddenly jumped out. The next instant, a dazzling, dreamlike phosphorescence burst forth from his body.

"How did you become a god? There's no place for you now!" Bernadette's pupils contracted slightly as she asked rapidly.

"Yes, there are no seats left." Roselle's face also showed a hint of resentment. He had arrived too late. Almost all the seats were already taken, and those that were unclaimed could not possibly fall into his hands for various reasons.

How could a time traveler who once considered himself the protagonist be willing to accept this?

"So, I accepted your Uncle Truman's invitation to conduct an experiment." Roselle stood up, and the dreamlike phosphorescence on his body shone even brighter.

The illusory world manifested behind Him, and He seemed like a god carrying the world on His back.

"It's only now that I understand how Truman did it."

"..." Bernadette and Bonova dared not approach Roselle because of the divine radiance emanating from her.

However, Bernadette, being a dream angel, was able to perceive the subtle changes in Roselle.

"Adam, the son of the Creator?" Bernadette thought of a similar being.

"Yes and no." Roselle nodded gently, taking advantage of this last bit of time to answer his daughter's question.

"The Truman we know now has the ability to create a false sense of uniqueness."

It's as if the creator of the Tertiary period "imagined" a uniqueness and placed it into Adam.

"Unlike Adam, the one I have is fake."

Russell tossed the uniqueness in his hand.

Inside that sphere of light was a dreamlike sea of ​​clouds, each cloud a fantasy and dream of a life.

This is a false "dream" of uniqueness.

“Of course,” Rosell gave a strange smile, “In the face of fantasy, reality and illusion are just like a little girl who can be dressed up however she pleases…”

Russell directly merged the ball of light in his hand into his body.

At this moment, His own transformation could no longer be contained.

"I'm leaving. You can come to the Illusionary Realm to see me in the future, but you cannot come to my divine kingdom." Roselle left behind these last words. His body, propelled by the dreamlike phosphorescence, had already left the real world and arrived in the Astral Plane.

Rumble!

The entire illusionary realm trembled violently, and the power that the realm had accumulated for hundreds of years burst forth at this moment.

Everyone, from angels and gods to extraordinary beings and ordinary people, was suddenly jolted awake.

At this moment, all life on the northern and southern continents was trapped in a dream.

At least for this moment, everyone found peace and joy.

Some people break free quickly, while others willingly succumb to it.

Connecting the dreams of all beings is a ritual that integrates the uniqueness of "illusionary dreams".

This ritual is applicable to both Truman and Russell now.

"Is this a godhood ritual?!" All the true gods stared in astonishment at Roselle, who had suddenly appeared in the astral plane.

"I am... the God of Dreams!"

Rosell's body began to melt, transforming into a dreamlike cloud sea form, just like the unique "Dream".

This can be considered His current mythological form. Even a true god would be trapped in a dream from which it is difficult to escape if they looked directly at Him for a long time.

Endless light rose from the illusionary realm, connecting to the dreamlike body. Roselle walked step by step through the conceptualized astral plane, the power of the illusionary realm lifting him to the status of a true god.

The uniqueness of the "dream" within Him also bursts forth with an even more powerful and real light.

"Hiss! That's powerful!" Even Truman, who was in the Kingdom of Sasriel, couldn't help but have a dreamlike phosphorescence emanating from his body.

The Book of Dreams opened on its own, humming and vibrating gently, emitting an unimaginable and extraordinary power of cohesion.

Gradually, a look of bewilderment appeared on Truman's face. Suddenly, a dreamlike sea of ​​clouds tore through the space of the "True Creator" divine kingdom, trying to return to the "Book of Dreams".

"Stop!" Sasliel acted in time, a shadow freezing the true uniqueness of the "Dream".

The current "Dream" is in an extremely strange state of alternation between reality and illusion, supporting Roselle's ascension to a higher status while also affecting the "Book of Dreams".

(End of this chapter)