Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 85 Fantasy

"The final victor?" Sasliel nodded slightly. This was expected. Only the "mysterious" could sit in that chair, not the one who sat in that chair.

The topic of "mystery" was quickly moved on.

"I hope you can teach Amon for a while," Sasriel requested from Truman. As for Adam, He did not speak, but would personally teach the firstborn son of God.

Uh… so that’s what they were waiting for! Truman had indirectly rejected Sasriel before, but now he seems to have no reason to refuse anymore.

Isn't this just becoming Amon's teacher?

Truman glanced at Amon, who was glaring at Medici with displeasure. Medici, on the other hand, wore a slightly provocative smile, as if encouraging Amon to steal his uniqueness...

Medici is also a born mythical being; only the Creator Himself can inspire His faith and reverence. The Creator's Son is not in this category.

"Hmm?" Amon suddenly turned his head to look at Truman, who was almost invisible behind Sasriel. At the same time, Adam was also paying attention to Truman.

While Truman was watching them, the two unique children keenly noticed that Truman was different from the other angels.

"interesting!"

Good heavens, four-day-old Amon already knows how to push up his monocle...

As for Adam, he gave Truman a pure and innocent smile.

tsk...

Truman nodded slightly and agreed.

Then all the angels and believers fell silent, watching the Creator transform into a blazing light and gradually disappear into the astral plane.

In that instant, a vast rain of light, almost covering the entire world, descended from the sky, seeping into the bodies of all living beings.

This is an ancient-level "baptism," a combination of the powers of the "sun" and "fantasy," capable of calming the madness within, similar to Truman's dreamlike phosphorescence.

However... this "baptism" of the Creator is very special, with the effect of "assimilation". From today onwards, the unbelievers will praise the sun, and the believers will not reject the sun.

This is the power of a creator.

Truman could sing praises to the Creator for seven days and seven nights without stopping, but he slipped away halfway through, returned to the Dreamland, and opened the "All Things".

On this page, "All Things" has undergone a change, becoming "Imagination." Now, he can even directly transform into the Dragon of Imagination, playing the role of the one who operates in this world.

"Wonderful!" Truman pointed his finger, and some subtle changes began to occur within himself. He did not transform into a giant dragon directly, but maintained his human form, with his skin glowing white and covered with dense dragon scales upon closer inspection.

His eyes also became clear enough to reflect the whole world.

"I've become a god? 'Dreamer'?" Truman truly felt the status of a real god, unlike the illusion of the "elves" before, but a complete god!

"The power of 'fantasy' really suits me perfectly!"

In Truman's eyes, a world seemed to be taking shape: skyscrapers, bustling traffic, winged iron birds flying, and round, four-legged iron shells running.

One of the powers of the "Dreamer" is that the realm of fantasy will surely descend into the real world.

If Truman were willing, this scene, once it occurs, would become a true "City of Miracles".

However, Truman gently shook his head, not allowing the city to descend, and instead began to ponder other aspects of the "imaginary" power.

The two main areas of power are undoubtedly no weaker than those of the imaginary dragon, but Truman is quite concerned about some of the other applications.

"Since I don't have any special characteristics in my body, can I just imagine two sequences appearing?"

Truman blinked, and then two orbs of light landed in his hands.

Two characteristics of a "writer"!

"It's real, and it's also an illusion." Truman frowned, understanding its true nature.

These two "writer" traits can be concocted into a potion and consumed, provided that the "dreamer" transformation effect is never lifted.

Once he removes his transformation, these two characteristics will still dissipate, and the person who takes the potion to become a "writer" will fall to Sequence Two, and may even lose control.

"And their essence remains dreamlike phosphorescence."

Dream creations are something Truman has mastered from the beginning. They can materialize ordinary food, buildings, etc., but their essence is still dream phosphorescence, and they cannot manifest extraordinary characteristics.

"But it wasn't without its gains..." Truman experimented with his various speculations about the "imaginary" power.

"Daydreaming" is also a manifestation of "omniscience and omnipotence." It is a terrifying power to imagine various realities that do not exceed a certain limit.

This limit is generally the boundary of the gods, and its uniqueness is too special to be imagined.

"Truman!" Medici's voice rang out from the outside. Truman was currently inside the statue and immediately saw Medici pounding on his own statue with his fist.

"Sassriel sent me to bring this little raven over!"

Truman had already spotted a raven on Medici's shoulder.

There was a faint ring around the crow's right eye.

In this short period of time, this naturally mythical creature has discovered new ways to play.

Truman emerged from the statue and led the two angel kings to his fairytale castle.

Hmm... Lilith has already gone to the Giants to prepare for her ascension ceremony, and the Angel of Life has gone with her.

"This place is beautiful, can I steal it?"

That's... actually quite polite!

Truman and Medici rolled their eyes simultaneously, finding it difficult to comment on this "little crow."

"Little crow, if you dare steal his things, you'll be beaten to death." Medici's words seemed like advice, but were actually a form of incitement.

He is a rather special one among the kings of angels. As a naturally born mythical being, He is very similar to Amun and Adam, acting entirely according to His nature. He only becomes "normal" when facing the Creator.

At this moment, He wanted to watch the show.

"Are you my teacher?" Amon landed on the ground, transforming back into a three- or four-year-old child. He looked up at Truman with a scrutinizing gaze.

In the eyes of this mythical being, no one but his father could teach him.

But it was His father's will that He came here.

"I guess so." Truman crouched down and looked at the young Amon.

"So what do you have to teach me?" Amon looked at Truman, a faint light flashing in his crystal monocle, as he tried to steal Truman's ideas using the authority of the "thief".

It's a pity that it failed.

Truman still holds the power of "fantasy" to this day.

That's just how brats are... Truman comforted himself, thinking he'd just get a few more beatings later.

However, Truman did think about it carefully, and suddenly a book appeared in his hand.

"Brass Book".

(End of this chapter)