Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 87 Response

Ah... I'm not just a dream angel, I'm also the Pope of the Night...

Truman watched as the Creator gradually moved away from his territory and disappeared from his sight.

After realizing that he might be influenced by that being, the Creator decided to undergo a period of self-examination and healing.

But Truman is pessimistic about this.

This is the fundamental rule of this world. Once you possess such a status, you cannot escape pollution or madness.

Truman returned to the fairytale castle and glanced at Amon, who was still feeling frustrated and helpless. Amon had probably realized the mistake he had made and was growing at an alarming rate.

But... wouldn't this put too much pressure on some future "Fool"?

"Ah, it's alright, anyway, Amon was always this strong." Truman decided to leave everything to the "Fool" to worry about.

After that, he wandered away from the Creator's Kingdom and returned to the Dark Kingdom through a hidden connection, where he appeared amidst a field of Deep Sleep Flowers and Night Fragrance.

A sense of tranquility calmed his turbulent emotions.

"Hoo!" Truman was indeed a little afraid that the Creator would suddenly turn on him and imprison him in the Creator's Heaven. If that were the case, he would have almost no ability to resist.

"Fortunately, the situation hasn't gotten that bad yet."

Historically speaking, it would take thousands of years for that being's pollution to truly become uncontrollable, and even to completely erode the current Creator, forcing Him to feign death and escape.

The pollution should be a gradual process, but this period is long enough for Truman to make all the necessary preparations.

"You carry the lingering effects of fear. What did you encounter?" The hidden angel appeared before Truman without any warning.

"An existence that is almost impossible to contend with." Truman revealed the Creator's strange state to the Hidden Angel.

These matters should also be made known to all members of the Dream Council so that all preparations can be made.

"..." The Hidden Angel's gaze gradually froze, stunned by the news.

"Only seven days have passed. According to the creation myth, the Creator has only just finished creating this world..." The Hidden Angel sighed softly.

"..." Truman was also stunned and helpless. The glorious era had only been going on for seven days, and now it was about to be overshadowed.

"How do you plan to deal with this?" the hidden angel asked.

"...And you?" Truman countered, Amanisis's personality was never passive.

"Kill Him." The voice of the hidden angel was ruthless and resolute.

Ruthless enough... Truman thought to himself, just as he expected.

"I'm going to find something. I don't feel safe without something to protect myself."

Truman felt as if he had returned to the time when he first came into this world.

At that time, he was forced by a vague sense of crisis to go out and deal with various ancient god forces, which gradually led to the formation of the Dream Council.

"Do you possess all the characteristics of the 'Door' pathway?" Truman suddenly remembered that he still had a reward to give to the goddess.

"Here you go." With a wave of his hand, the Hidden Angel sent the "Gate" pathway, which was covered in shimmering stardust, into Truman's hands.

"Star Key", "Planetary Planeswalker", "Wanderer" - it has everything.

"Good!" Truman took a pair of eyeballs in his hand and put the rest into the treasure vault.

These eyes appear to be made of pure starlight, containing layers upon layers of illusory light gates.

The uniqueness of the "door" approach.

"Are you going to find Antigonus next?" the hidden angel suddenly asked, having already guessed Truman's thoughts.

"That's right," Truman nodded in agreement.

The hidden angel nodded gently, its body turning into a phantom and being erased by an eraser.

As for Truman, he didn't waste a moment and immediately began wandering into a no-man's-land.

Antigonus and his sister did not fare well after the death of the Destroyer Wolf.

Without the protection of the ancient gods, they had become capable of walking, and in this situation, they could only hide everywhere.

Now, Truman uses his "imagination" power to conjure up a scene of himself meeting Antigonus, and following some kind of intuition, he arrives here.

"Antigonus?" Truman looked at a certain historical fog and nodded slightly.

"Dreamlike!" The figure of a demonic wolf flashed through the mists of history. It was very alert and immediately fled, not wanting to encounter Truman at all.

He hid everywhere, but He knew of the Church of the Creator, and He was sure He could see the light that pierced the heavens and earth seven days ago, and Dream was His angel.

These are what Antigonus sees as the greatest source of danger today.

"Okay, stop now. I meant no harm." Almost every word Truman said has come true.

Antigonus fell from that historical fog with almost no resistance.

"Are you going to kill me? To take away my unique characteristics?" Antigonus looked at Truman coldly, as if death was nothing to him.

"I already told you I'm not here to kill you. I look down on your 'Miracle Worker' trait," Truman said helplessly.

"So you're after my father's 'relic'?" Antigonus even directly presented Truman with the characteristics and uniqueness of the "Mysterious Servant".

"Well... I can't say you're wrong." Truman did come for the sake of uniqueness.

"I'll give you all the potion recipes from the 'Fool's' pathway in exchange for uniqueness," Truman said after a moment's thought.

"I will give you a place to stay, under my protection, where no angels or true gods will bother you."

Antigonus's wolf eyes widened instantly; this was a condition He had never considered!

"The other wolf, come out too." Under the influence of the power of imagination, the other demonic wolf also emerged from the shadows.

"I will take you to that sanctuary." This sanctuary is naturally the future home of these two demon wolves.

This mountain range is still uninhabited and doesn't even have a name, making it a perfect fit for these two demon wolves.

He led two demon wolves directly to an ancient forest, where he envisioned a stone tablet and, using dreamlike phosphorescence as ink, wrote the word "Honakis".

"Alright, this will be your home from now on. Angels will sense my presence when they approach here and will not force you."

"If there's anyone who's really blind, just go and pray in any church of the Creator or mine, and I'll go and grab the troublemaking angel and beat him up!"

For Truman now, protecting the two demon wolves is a piece of cake.

Now is the age of the Creator, and he has been clearly identified as the Dream Angel who acts on behalf of the Creator.

His intimidating power might even be stronger than that of the Destroyer Wolf.

In such an era, how wonderful it would be if there were no danger from "God"?

Truman sighed softly. This was something he couldn't stop; at most, he could lend a hand at a crucial juncture, such as kicking three angels aside...

(End of this chapter)