Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 86 "God"

The ancient sun god had released these unique "grazing" items and returned them to the treasure vault. They are now in Truman's hands, and he can use them at will.

After being immersed in the Sea of ​​Dreams, the "Brass Book" could no longer cause any trouble in his hands.

"What's this?" Amon adjusted his monocle, looking with interest at the "brass book" in Truman's hand. "Is it your Book of Dreams?"

Amon also had some understanding of this teacher.

"This is what I should teach you," Truman wrote a rule in the "Brass Book."

"Theft is prohibited here!"

A faint light suddenly flashed across the crystal monocle on Amon's face, as if some rule was restricting his abilities.

"Fun!" Amon wasn't scared at all. Instead, he moved closer to Truman and looked at the words on the "brass book".

This feeling of being bound by rules is quite novel for a child less than four days old, and Amon has an adventurous spirit in his nature.

"This is a game; let's see if you can escape, or if I can completely imprison you."

Unlike Bethel, Truman couldn't teach this naturally born mythical being any occult knowledge, so he decided to play a "game".

"I like this kind of game!"

Amon smiled, gently pushed up his monocle, placed his little hand on the "brass book," and began his deception.

A certain rule is at play, and Amon successfully deceives the rule by using the living nature of the "Bronze Book".

"The above rules are invalid..."

"That's too long," Truman shook his head slightly. "I could even write down a 'No Fraud' rule before you've even completed the scam."

Truman lightly wiped his fingers across the book, completely erasing the rules. This was the power of the "hidden" force, the divine emblem of Truman.

After the rules on the brass book were erased, Truman immediately wrote down even more rules in an instant.

"No stealing!"

Fraud is strictly prohibited!

"Monoglasses are prohibited!"

"..."

Its numerous rules and regulations gradually brought the Brass Book to a terrifying state, even turning Amon into a truly helpless child.

This is a "fantasy"—Truman instantly overlays these rules onto the "Brass Book," creating an environment where the "thief" has no way to break in.

"Tsk!" Medici clicked his tongue. "Isn't this a bit unfair? This is the Creator's child!"

However, as a "provocative one," His words usually have a strange effect.

"No! I can find the vulnerability!"

Amon glared defiantly at Medici, then sat down on the lawn, holding the brass book, and began the arduous task of deciphering it.

The ability of the "deciphering scholar" is the only thing Truman didn't forbid; it's the only hope he left for Amon.

The current Amon is not yet the "blasphemer" that even the true god fears. Although he possesses all the abilities of the "thief," he is still somewhat immature in using them.

He should have stolen Truman's idea after Truman said that.

Of course, can the thoughts and ideas of someone who has the status of a "dreamer" be stolen?

There are no concrete examples to prove this yet; all we know is that a imagined church can be stolen.

"Hmph! Boring!" Medici lost interest as he watched Amon being subdued so easily; he wanted to see chaos erupt in the Dreamland.

Medici gave Truman a look, then flew away.

Truman let Amon struggle with the "brass book" and walked out of the fairytale castle on his own.

"Are you afraid I'll corrupt your son?" Truman looked toward the side of the dreamlike statue, where a priest dressed in an ordinary white robe stood.

He is the former "sun god" and now the "creator".

"I have already grasped the authority of 'omniscience and omnipotence'." The Creator suddenly turned to look at Truman.

"I know," Truman nodded gently.

"The moment I truly became 'God,' I was overwhelmed by infinite knowledge," the Creator's eyes never left me for a moment, "and after that moment, I became almost 'omniscient.'"

"Almost?" Truman noticed the word.

"Yes, the 'Source Castle' in this world..." The Creator paused slightly before continuing, "and you too."

"You seem to exist outside of 'omniscience'."

"So what exactly are you?" The Creator's clear, bright eyes stared intently at Truman, devoid of any emotion, only a divine curiosity about the unknown.

A chill gradually crept over Truman's body, rushing straight to his head. He froze on the spot, cautiously looking at the Creator.

After a long pause, Truman looked into the eyes of his creator and asked in a slightly somber tone, "Are you now Sasriel or 'God'?"

Saslir refers to Himself; "God" is the real "God".

"That one hasn't woken up yet." Something seemed to have changed in the Creator's pure eyes as he gently shook his head.

"But given my relationship with Sasriel, He wouldn't so bluntly probe my secrets."

He was a good friend of Sasriel, who was more representative of the Creator's humanity. Their shared hometown and centuries-old friendship were enough to make Sasriel stop investigating everything about him.

"It was that person who influenced you!" Truman made his judgment.

"He is also curious about me, which is why he influences you to get to know me."

Truman pointed this out mercilessly, which caused the Creator to furrow his brow slightly.

Then, the Creator closed his eyes and began to examine himself.

A kind of power that Truman was already familiar with, but with a higher level of influence surging within it, a "psychological diagnosis" at the level of "omniscience and omnipotence".

It was a long time before the Creator awoke from the “psychological diagnosis”, and even His bright eyes had dimmed somewhat.

"You're right. Although He hasn't woken up, He still affects me." The Creator nodded gently.

"I'm sorry," the Creator said softly to Truman. "I was indeed in a very strange state before."

This gave Truman an extremely ominous feeling, and he instinctively wanted to stay away from the Creator.

That was an unconscious reaction when facing "God".

"I should be grateful to have a friend like you." The Creator's tone and attitude had changed, becoming more like that of Sasriel.

"I'm a little scared," Truman said frankly, "afraid that one day you'll suddenly become that person and eat me up."

"No, it won't." The Creator promised Truman, and a power descended upon him.

This promise has been "notarized," becoming a tangible constraint. Even if that "God" truly awakens, this "notarization" ability will still make Him take it seriously.

"I'll believe you for now," Truman said, suddenly having the idea of ​​running away.

In the history he knew, that person's awakening was irreversible, and the power of the pillar was almost irresistible to Truman today.

If he continues to stay in the Creator's Kingdom, it's equivalent to constantly putting himself in danger...

(End of this chapter)