Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"I seem to have discovered something..."

Lilith turned around, and Truman's eyebrows twitched, feeling very bad.

"Every living body seems to have a kind of 'divinity' within it, but they are so weak, why do they have 'divinity'?"

In front of Lilith is a... humanoid creature made entirely of flowers and plants.

The body made entirely of grass was extremely flexible. It jumped from Lilith's hands to the ground and danced. At first glance, it seemed quite joyful.

"When I was an ancient god, I never looked at creatures below demigods, but now I have made some different discoveries."

Lilith's eyes lit up, and for the first time Truman saw a different light in her eyes.

Is this curiosity?

Truman wasn't sure, but it shouldn't be a bad thing for Lilith.

"This is really not a good thing for me." Truman stepped forward and kicked that kind of human creature away.

"Since divinity exists in every living being, what about human nature? I find that my understanding of human nature is a bit simple."

"So I felt like I needed some reference."

Lilith stretched out her hand and pulled up a piece of grass beside her. The garland on her head flickered, and the grass suddenly began to twist and come alive, and even had a "soul" to a certain extent.

"Are you going to give these things real soul and life so that they can interpret for you what human nature is?"

"What do you think?" Lilith looked at Truman.

"I think you should see the true nature of these things." Truman sighed softly and removed the dreamy phosphorescence in the castle.

This is the castle he forged, suppressing a certain crazy essence. This is also the reason why the mutation caused by Lilith did not cause large-scale casualties in the territory even though it spread.

And after he removed the dream phosphorescence, the madness lost its restraint and suddenly broke out.

The "items" that Lilith forcibly gave life to with her life authority underwent horrific changes at this moment.

The body of the maid who led Truman into the castle suddenly swelled, and various mutilated limbs and rotten corpses popped out from all over her body, bursting through her robes and revealing them.

His own state is also constantly changing. He is a werewolf, a wronged soul, and a puppet, and he has the characteristics of these creatures at the same time.

And the "humanoid creature" that Truman kicked away completely collapsed and turned into a strange mass of flesh and blood, constantly squirming, carrying the fragrance of flowers, trees, and grass.

The green grass that had just been given a soul turned into a wriggling tentacle of flesh and blood.

What's even more exaggerated is that there are countless blood-red eyes with tentacles crawling out of the gaps, going crazy and disorderly.

They danced their bodies crazily, exuding a chaotic and crazy atmosphere, making Truman seem to have a desire for destruction.

Even Lilith felt a little disgusted after just one glance. This was something she had been suppressing before she met Truman. It was the essence of this world.

"Humanity in a broad sense may not be found in humans, but this kind of essentially crazy... thing should be the last thing you want to see."

"You gave them life and rough souls, but you also know that these things cannot become real life." Truman tried his best to restrain himself, but he was still disgusted.

"Purify!" Truman introduced the sunlight from the outside into the castle.

This is the kingdom of the Sun God. If these filthy and evil things were not blocked by the light of dreams, there would be no room for survival here.

"Ah!" Almost all the monsters wailed under the purification of the sun's rays, unable to resist.

Only the suture monster transformed by the "puppet" characteristic has the possibility of confrontation.

But Truman just glanced at it one more time, and the "puppet" turned into a marionette and walked out among a pile of ashes.

"You must ensure that your actions do not cause trouble to others."

Truman walked to Lilith and sat down.

"These things are insignificant to you and me, but to ordinary humans they are already a catastrophe."

"Your exploration of human nature and divinity should be right." Truman commented based on his own understanding of the nature of the world.

Lilith's eyes lit up, staring at Truman closely, waiting for his answer.

"All things have divinity and come from the original Creator." Truman said some conclusions of later generations, "Humanity needs to be found by yourself."

"What I can tell you is that it is possible."

In later generations, two little wolves succeeded in doing this.

"But at the very least, as a friend, I hope you can exercise restraint and restraint in your desire to explore." Truman sincerely suggested.

"Desire, restraint and restraint..." Lilith thought thoughtfully, "Is this your understanding of human nature?"

Truman was startled, and then he remembered that he had said that desire was a kind of human nature.

"Okay, I agreed, for the sake of my friends." Lilith nodded lightly.

"...Okay." Truman nodded gently. He let the dreamy phosphorescence spread again, blending into the castle and blocking out the sun's rays.

It took him a while to restore the Dreamland to normal and rescue those who had been contaminated by the puppets.

Truman left amid the thanksgiving chants of the believers and found Saslier.

"You have also seen the Civilization Picture Scroll, so what will you do next?" Truman asked bluntly.

He is extremely special among the angels of the Kingdom of the Sun. He has an independent territory and his own followers. He can even speak to the right hand of God like this.

"The right future will come." Saslier had no other emotions and was willing to reveal future arrangements to Truman.

Truman is one of the few people who doesn't care about his identity.

Truman nodded slightly, and the future that existed on the civilization scroll would come, which may mean that there are still hundreds of years left before the ancient sun god really wants to take back his authority.

"Well, if you have anything to do, you can find me. I'm going to enter the Book of Dreams."

"Enter?!" Saslier's pupils shrank and his face became serious.

"Well, enter! Return from time to time." Truman chuckled. He had made great progress in exploring the Book of Dreams.

"Be careful." Saslier had already guessed that the Book of Dreams was something like sefirah.

From his own perspective, why is it so easy to enter the Sea of ​​Chaos?

His ability to use the power of the Sea of ​​Chaos relies on the Blasphemous Slate.

Saslier didn't say anything more, just a reminder.

Truman smiled and nodded.

Then he returned to the dream statue, completely integrated into it, and jumped into the book of dreams in a dark space.

Truman's goal is the depths of the Sea of ​​Dreams, a place so majestic and indescribable that it is like a collection of dreams, desires and visions of all creatures throughout the ages.