Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 84 Fallen Morning Star

Later, the Archangel of Fate, Urolius, and the Archangel of Cherubim, Herabergen, both obtained two Sequence 1 traits.

"..." Truman, who was in charge of the treasury but also benefited greatly, barely managed to suppress his emotions.

hum!

The statue of the Creator exuded an even more magnificent and ethereal aura than before, inspiring awe in all people, demigods, and angels.

This time, the Creator truly revealed himself to mankind.

"The Creator of all things, the all-knowing and all-powerful God..."

Countless believers bowed down to the figure of the descending god.

Truman, who wasn't so honest, quietly looked up and saw more.

For example, the Creator is holding the hands of a three- or four-year-old child in each of his two hands!

Hiss! Truman took a deep breath, sensing a strong sense of foreboding.

It's about time for these two kids to make their appearance!

"This is my firstborn son, Adam," the Creator spoke, causing everyone to look up at His left side.

The child seemed to be enveloped in a soft golden light, his bright, clear eyes curiously staring at everything before him. He wore a silver cross on his chest, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

"In the distant future, you will become the savior of all living beings," the Creator prophesied to his firstborn son.

This is what the Creator expected of him.

"He will be the eighth king of angels, the angel of imagination." After that, the Creator announced this news to all people, "See him as you see me, honor and love him as you honor and love me."

Perhaps because the two children were only a few days old, maybe less than four days old, Truman was able to sense something from them.

For example, the characteristics of a "writer" and the uniqueness of a "dreamer" are not absorbed or digested; they are simply integrated into the child's body by the power of "omniscience and omnipotence."

In terms of "blessing," this is already equivalent to bestowing blessings upon Medici, who has the highest merit...

This is something that everyone can see.

Truman raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the angel beside him and the one who had just received the bestowed surname.

That was absolutely hilarious!

The angels were either expressionless, thoughtful, or flushed with anger.

Of course, there was also one person who was ready to record this classic scene on the spot, and another who was looking at the two gods with a mischievous smile.

This is the appearance of an angel.

Furthermore, the demigods and saints were even more realistic; the subtle jealousy and the pious yet conflicted expressions on their faces were incredibly satisfying for Truman.

A glimpse into the lives of all beings!

"Aren't you afraid of a 'Fallen Morning Star' appearing?" Truman directly opened a private chat window with Sasriel.

The scene before me felt so familiar.

I believe that anyone who knows that story will have this thought.

"No one but you is qualified to be the 'Fallen Morning Star'." Sasriel glared at Truman.

In relationships, I've become an unstable factor...

Truman was speechless. Among all the angels, he was the most special. He had his own territory, his own followers, and his own power was enough to break free from the Creator's restrictions. He had the qualifications to raise the banner of rebellion like the "Fallen Morning Star" in the story...

As for the other angels, even Medici, who commanded the legion, did not have the strength or confidence to do so.

"Ahem, would you like me to lend my services?"

Just kidding. Truman doesn't have the sin of "arrogance" yet, and he has no intention of targeting these two divine children. He wouldn't become the "fallen morning star."

"No need." Sasriel maintained his demeanor as the vice-ruler of Heaven, paying little attention to Truman.

"This is my second son, Amun." This is the second child on the right hand of the Creator.

This child was more lively than the firstborn son of God, with wide, bright black eyes and a small hand clutching a monocle carved from crystal.

He waved his little hands, playing happily, looking at everyone through his monocle.

"You are the god of cunning, the god of mischief, the light at the end of days," the Creator prophesied to Ammon.

"He is also the ninth angel king, the Time Angel."

"You two go to Sasriel first," the Creator commanded Adam and Amon.

Although they are two children, they are born mythical creatures, truly born with knowledge, possessing a wealth of knowledge inherent in their own characteristics.

Furthermore, inheriting knowledge about their own characteristics enables them to quickly grasp how to "become" themselves.

Adam, in particular, seemed to know how to put on the most innocent smile to gain everyone's trust.

As for Amon, he looked at people through his crystal monocle, his eyes sparkling with a peculiar smile.

"Are you my companions?" Amon asked in a tone that seemed naive, but to the many angels it was almost provocative.

This mischievous kid stole a thought from an onlooker through that monocle and then decided to stir things up.

That's the downside of being a mythical creature; they are almost identical to beings with their own unique characteristics.

Therefore, their innate personality is a direct inheritance of all the characteristics of the path they have taken.

Like Medici...

"Hey! This kid's just my type!" Medici went straight for Amon and grabbed his smooth black hair.

Amon was also stunned, not expecting Medici to be so bold as to attack him, the second son of the Creator.

He pinched the monocle, a glint of light flashed, and then he retaliated by reaching out to Medici's body, making a "stealing" motion.

"Don't cause trouble!" Sasriel said softly, as a surge of shadowy power disrupted the "steal."

Amon had no sense of proportion and directly stole Medici's uniqueness and Sequence One characteristics.

Whether successful or not, this act itself may have a subtle impact on the mindset of the angels...

They have just received their gifts from the Creator.

"Sigh, I'm really starting to think about becoming the 'Fallen Morning Star'," Truman suddenly sighed as he watched everything unfold.

"Are the conditions under which I obtained the power of 'Imagination' related to those two?" Truman asked Sasriel.

"Yes." Sasriel's words made Truman seriously consider the possibility of becoming a "Fallen Morning Star."

He felt like he had jumped into a huge pit.

"First of all, this cannot be an exchange for that chair," Truman said in a deep voice.

The chair here is naturally the only empty chair in the Dreamland.

That's "mysterious".

This secret organization, spearheaded by Truman, has already proven its superiority with the end of the Ancient Gods era.

That last chair couldn't simply be given away.

“I know,” Sussril said, looking at Truman. “I’m just looking for a possibility for the future.”

Is it because of Bethel...? Truman's eyes flashed. Bethel is now his apprentice. If he had to choose between Bethel and Ammon, the answer would be no doubt.

But... perhaps there's another possibility: that He, now the Creator, has once again foreseen something? Is it related to the late Fifth Age?

This ability to predict the future is truly shameless!

"..." Truman paused for a moment, "...the ultimate victor, whoever it may be."

Of course, Truman knew who it would be.

There are still 6,000 words left to write at noon...

(End of this chapter)