Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 59 Trend

Newly recruited Dream Apprentice Bethel followed Truman back to the Dreamland.

"Did Sassril tell you anything about me?" Truman asked Bethel.

Bethel is still somewhat dazed, to the point that he can no longer maintain his expressionless face.

To be given a surname by the Lord is already an unimaginable honor, but now to be taken as a student by an angel is like a dream.

"Your Highness...Teacher, you are the strongest angel under the Lord's throne, the embodiment of dreams in this world, the tranquil light in a mad world..."

"Stop!" Truman's lips twitched. Hearing such words during a prayer was fine, but reciting them face-to-face was indeed a bit awkward and made him feel uncomfortable.

"I'm asking you why Sasriel recommended you to me."

"Oh..." Bethel instantly realized he had missed the point and wanted to explain, but then he hesitated, "...I don't know either."

"Uh..." Sasriel wanted to force this apprentice upon himself.

"Hmm, have you seen 'The First Flame' and 'Twins'?"

"These are two history books, compiled by some scholars in the divine kingdom, but to be honest, they are poorly detailed and contain all sorts of unreliable legends, making them both long and tedious."

However, it cannot be denied that it records a great deal of information about the various ancient god forces on the surface.

"Uh..." Her clear blue eyes twitched slightly, and her expression became somewhat embarrassed.

"Teacher, both of these books were compiled by my father and me."

Huh? Truman was surprised.

"No wonder Sassril recommended you to me." Truman nodded calmly, completely forgetting his previous comments on the two books.

"Then compile a list of the ancient god race's demigods and above, and their relationships," Truman ordered directly, a practice common among all his apprentices.

Writing a story requires all the information on all demigods and above. One can imagine that this would be an epic masterpiece, bringing the Second Age to a perfect close.

If Truman could take the potion, "The Dreamer" would probably be able to melt in his mouth.

"Yes!" Bethel nodded solemnly. Anyone who could sort out the history of the ancient god races naturally possessed such an ability.

"Besides that, you can ask me any questions you have about mysticism. This is my first time teaching, so I don't know much about it either."

Truman thought for a moment, then finally crafted a dream badge by hand and tossed it to Bethel.

"This is my proof of being a student. Remember, from now on you will be the agent of Dream, and you must abide by Dream's doctrines!"

Bethel accepted the Dream Badge with a serious yet excited expression.

Afterwards, Truman was even somewhat surprised by Bethel's sensitivity to history and his grasp of the story's progression.

If Bethel had chosen the "Fool's" path, he probably could have become the best historian.

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Under the influence of some force, history surged forward in a frenzied manner, plunging the entire world into turmoil.

Elves, dragons, and the Creator God's Kingdom waged war against each other, igniting a conflict that swept across the entire world. Giants and phoenixes, not to be outdone, also coveted each other's unique characteristics.

Time seemed to have rewound to the era of the most intense conflict between the ancient gods, with various races attacking each other and the intensity of the war increasing year by year.

This is a war that truly erupts from the bottom up, and even the ancient gods cannot stop it.

Using a demigod as a starting point, the story drags an entire race of demigods into a meticulously constructed web of relationships.

Demigods are the backbone of every race, and even the link between the ancient gods and their lower-class people.

Take the giant race as an example. The Giant King has never looked at giants below the level of demigod, and his subordinate gods would never have any interaction with a giant of the fifth rank.

Only demigods can enter the sight of the gods without becoming too detached from the lower classes.

When a race of demigods is embroiled in conflict, the turmoil is felt at the very bottom of that race.

When the lower levels are in turmoil enough, it is only natural for demigods to intervene and for angels to take notice.

The intensity of the war quickly spread to the level of gods and angels.

"It's time." Truman in the Dreamland suddenly sensed something; the prophecy of the Sage's Robe had been triggered.

His mind sank into darkness, and suddenly, a terrifying thunderclap exploded in his ears. Truman struggled to open his eyes and finally captured a clearer image.

Thunder pierced through him.

"I was struck by lightning?" Truman asked in surprise, but not in panic.

The Elf King's lightning pierced through him, but could not kill him.

"The great Creator will reclaim all his authority at the end of the era, and it all began with the Elves."

Truman picked up Alseudoc's pen and wrote these words: the tide of history was rolling in, and everything else was up to them to create.

"Bethel," Truman called out, putting down his pen.

Bethel has been Truman's disciple for decades, and with the protection of the Dream, his path through the Sequence has been exceptionally smooth.

But he was never impatient, and even with the method of acting, it still took him nearly a hundred years to become the "Mystic" he is today.

That's right, he's already a demigod.

"Teacher!" Bethel still looked like a young man. His teacher always dressed like a young man, so his disciple couldn't be too old either.

"You don't need to tidy up those things anymore." Bethel was mature enough, but his azure eyes were still somewhat shaken.

He would always sneak away to travel around the world when Truman gave him time off, to see the differences between city-states around the world.

At the same time, he was able to observe signs of an impending change of era both in books and in reality.

Over the years, he has long understood what kind of work he is doing.

"These are all things that will soon be swept into the dustbin of history." Truman stood up and put away Alshoghod's pen.

"Teacher, where are you going?" Bethel couldn't help but ask. He had guessed what was going on, and the epic feeling stirred his emotions.

"Let's go find trouble with the elves," Truman laughed. "If you're interested, you can go fight too, for the Creator and for our human race."

"My students can't just sit in the back and wait for the results," Truman encouraged.

Bethel, the "Arcanist," is powerful enough to stand alone.

However, his teacher was too powerful, suppressing the brilliance of the young demigod.

"Yes!" Bethel's slightly stern face showed excitement, feeling honored to be able to participate in this historic moment.

"Then I'll be going now." Truman wandered away and arrived at a place not far from the Elf Kingdom.

This is a battlefield between extraordinary humans and elves, where extraordinary beings from the Creator's Kingdom are waging a "holy war."

The presence of angels such as Medici, Leodorus, and Urolius in this place suggests that the intensity of the war here has reached the most terrifying level under the heavens.

"Goshinam." Truman looked at the Elf Queen standing in the Elf army.

(End of this chapter)