Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 92 Civilization

A lamp resembling a kerosene lamp sat on the table, emitting a dim light. From the darkness, three figures descended, exuding an aura of starlight.

"A real alien civilization!" Bethel stared in shock at the lamp, something within him completely digesting the moment.

The rules for playing the role of a "wanderer" must be related to the starry sky, and it includes not only the scenery along the starry journey, but also the destination of this starry journey.

This simple lamp represents a civilization. The moment Bethel saw it, he reached an "end" and completed his role.

"The level of civilization here is probably better than ours..." Truman was able to roughly judge the stage of civilization here with just one glance.

"This lamp is interesting." Amon directly stole the lamp and looked at the patterns and manufacturing methods on it, which were completely different from what he knew.

"Theft is prohibited here." It would be fine to simply pick it up and examine it, but instead, they use the word "steal"...

After Truman established a rule for this place, Amon quickly let go, otherwise his hand would have turned into a pile of dead time worms.

This is not the first time.

"Here..." Bethel looked around at everything with curiosity.

The room was small, with only a small bed for one person, a desk and chair set, and a lamp.

"Click!"

The door to the room opened, and a person walked in from outside.

Truman looked up and saw that all three of them had entered a state of psychological invisibility.

"Is this the humanoid creature of this civilization?" Amon approached the "human".

"Huh? It looks a bit like an elf!" Bethel also stepped forward to take a closer look.

The person who entered the room must be the owner of this place, wearing a blue uniform that does indeed resemble that of the elves.

"It has phantom scales, blue pupils, and pointed ears..." Truman's lips twitched, and he almost doubted that he had left Earth.

This was actually the charter he set for his journey: Earth-like planets and humanoid civilizations. These two limiting conditions were realized by the powers of "imagination" and "cause and effect," and they arrived here.

"It seems a little different..." Amon's eyes lit up as he reached out to grab it, almost activating "steal," but he didn't forget the certain rule that governed this place.

"They are somewhat different from us in terms of physical structure, but these are all differences in certain organs, which can be understood as evolutionary differences."

Truman determined a fact with just a few glances.

As for what Amon wanted to "steal," Truman also saw it.

It was a circular badge engraved with a weapon resembling a sword, but more importantly, it possessed extraordinary power!

This is an extraordinary power from beyond Earth!

"I really want to steal it." Amon's restless hands were almost unable to contain themselves.

"It's the power of the Outer Gods. Go ahead and steal it if you dare." Truman rolled his eyes at Amon.

"Outer Gods?" Amon and Bethel both instinctively took a step back.

"You've forgotten, this isn't our planet, and there are no barriers here!"

Truman gave the man a hint to fall asleep immediately, while he himself went to what looked like a window and gently pushed it open.

There are two moons in the night sky, one large and one small!

The moon reflects the light of the stars, scattering starlight.

"This place is far enough away from our star system, but pollution doesn't decrease with distance." Truman reached out and activated "Steal".

—The rules he set were naturally not meant to restrict him.

Truman caught a wisp of mist in his hand. The mist gradually formed a ring and slowly rotated, but in the next instant it changed and turned into a tangled thorn.

"This is……"

Ammon and Bethel knew the concept of Outer Gods, but they did not have a clear understanding of the number of Outer Gods or their names, and could not identify them.

"The Ring of Destiny!" Truman's eyes gradually blurred, and within them seemed to emerge an ocean filled with countless dreamlike bubbles.

Is this the land blessed by "destiny"?

Truman frowned in thought, trying to banish this wisp of "fate" far away.

"However, in an undefended world, the traces of Outer Gods may be more numerous than I imagined, and it's not impossible for Outer Gods to contaminate a whole hodgepodge of things..."

"Don't wander around. The things here are much more dangerous than you see," Truman warned Amon.

Truman then used his "wise man" powers to analyze the knowledge of this world, gaining a preliminary understanding of it from the person lying in bed.

"A profession similar to a police officer? A law enforcer?" Truman developed an extremely strong interest in this person.

"I'd rather steal everything from him." Amon slowly shook his head, suddenly feeling bored.

"He died after you stole him." Bethel was also learning the knowledge that Truman had deciphered, including but not limited to language and customs.

"Let's follow him and see the world tomorrow."

……

When Kono woke up, he felt all the fatigue from the previous day had vanished.

"Time to get to work!"

He jumped out of bed, straightened his law enforcement uniform, and pushed open the door to leave.

"Ah! Brother Kono, this is a pie I made, please try it!" Kono walked out of the house and saw a boy he knew on the road.

The boy, with a serious expression, greeted all the passersby, handing out the pies from his basket for free, and then carefully listened to the suggestions of each person who tasted them.

The boy was almost pious.

"It's delicious! You'll soon become an elite chef like your father!" Kono praised after just one bite.

To the boy, this was the highest praise, bringing a smile to his serious face. "Thank you!"

"Brother Kono will definitely become a 'sheriff' too!" the boy wished.

Kono nodded slightly and, without lingering, ran to the law enforcement agency as fast as he could to begin his day's work.

"Why are people here so proactive?" Bethel asked, puzzled.

Everyone I saw along the way was in a hurry; no one was wasting time on the road.

Everyone wore the same devout expression as the young chef.

"Not all of them enjoy their jobs, it's just..."

Amon keenly sensed the key, but was unable to confirm it due to insufficient information.

"This is their life." Truman said casually, following Conno into the so-called law enforcement bureau. There should be many interesting things here.

"Life?" Bethel vaguely grasped something, but couldn't express it.

"Interesting!" Amon exclaimed, adjusting his monocle.

"Parasitization is prohibited here!"

Another rule was set, and Amon's lips twitched, dismissing his idea of ​​forming the Amon Army of Another World.

(End of this chapter)