The Hidden Secret

"Stay here. I need to go out." This room was sealed by Concealment and Dreams; Lilith's information would never intersect with the outside world.

Even if the true Fool came, they could not divine the truth of Lilith's death.

Lilith nodded coldly, watching Truman walk out of the room.

As the Pontiff of Night, Truman naturally couldn't hide in this room forever.

The day's events were far from over.

"Your Holiness!" Several bishops chosen by Truman bowed respectfully to him.

"Mm," Truman nodded lightly, looking at them and saying, "The Goddess's oracle: the City of Darkness will return to reality."

The bishops' expressions turned solemn. They knew more than others about the outside world, being the first batch of Beyonders nurtured by the Goddess.

"We obey the Goddess's oracle!" The bishops would not question the Goddess's decision.

"By the way, from now on, publish the Goddess's latest honorific name and make it the standard." Truman suddenly remembered something and reminded them.

"Revise the honorific name?" The bishops were taken aback, not catching on.

"From now on, it's no longer the Goddess of Misfortune, but the Goddess of Night!" Truman said solemnly.

"Has the Goddess already reclaimed the authority usurped by the Demon Wolves?!" The bishops were overjoyed.

"...That's right!" Truman nodded. He wouldn't dwell on the process, only the result. You're spot on, bright future ahead!

Leaving the bishops to announce this to the faithful, Truman directly left the City of Darkness, which was close to the Destruction Demon Wolf's divine kingdom.

"Awooo!" The moment he came out, he saw the Goddess killing wolves.

A Demon Wolf at Sequence 2 level was on the verge of total collapse, crushed by the Goddess, who had already accommodated all the necessary components for godhood, unable even to resist.

"Amanises!" In a shrill howl, this Demon Wolf, which had daily provoked the Goddess, could no longer hold on and was killed in terror.

The Destruction Demon Wolf's divine kingdom had become the Goddess's hunting ground entirely.

The Darkness Demon Wolf, the moment it saw the Destruction Demon Wolf die, fled into the Fog of History, vanishing without a trace.

Salinger had already slipped deep into the Spirit World, seeking refuge with the Ancestor of Phoenix in the Underworld.

Antigonus was still in this collapsing divine kingdom, but the moment he saw the Goddess, all his will to resist fled. He only had time to grab his most beloved sister and escape.

The Goddess's gaze also turned toward that patch of Fog of History.

"Why not spare their lives? Consider it a contribution to species diversity." Truman appeared at just the right moment, holding back the Goddess's advance.

If He really killed that little wolf, how would the Legend of the Fool play out?

After all, the current Goddess was far stronger than in the original trajectory, just one ritual away from becoming a god, and in excellent mental state!

The Goddess glanced at Truman and merely nodded, her mood unreadable.

But when dealing with the remaining Demon Wolves, her methods seemed even more ruthless...

Truman blinked, transformed into a stream of information, and threw himself into the battle as well.

In the end, under the Goddess's suppression, he used the Traveler's spatial control to pin down a female Demon Wolf roughly at Sequence 2 of the Pathway of Night, overwhelming her consciousness with an endless torrent of chaotic information.

But it wasn't over yet. He opened the Book of Dreams and infused a large amount of Dream Phosphor into this vessel, effectively curbing the madness inherent in the characteristics within.

Afterward, he left a mark from the Book of Dreams, allowing it to borrow power from the book at any time, neutralizing madness and maintaining stability.

Then, in the name of the Pontiff, he offered this vessel to the Goddess.

"A vessel? An avatar? Even a contingency for resurrection?" the Goddess asked.

All of these were things this vessel could accomplish.

It was just a pity that He didn't yet know that in the future, true gods would have to seal the cracks—this would be one of His many "alternate identities" for years to come.

"A toy," Truman said with a smile.

The Goddess nodded lightly. A strand of spirituality descended onto the vessel. The Demon Wolf's body began to transform, reshaping into a young black-haired woman with a delicate appearance and deep, dark eyes.

She became the "Eraser Angel" from Truman's memories.

"I like this gift very much." The Goddess's spirituality descended into the Eraser Angel, adjusted for a moment, and nodded in satisfaction. "From now on, I am the Angel of Concealment."

Worshipping oneself, becoming one's own angel—nothing wrong with that. Bright people all do it.

The Goddess's true body continued its slaughter. Except for a few clever ones, the Demon Wolf race was wiped out. The Demon Wolves of the Pathway of Night were crushed outright, becoming characteristic reserves for the future Church of Night.

"The City of Darkness should return to reality." The Goddess ascended the highest peak of the Destruction Demon Wolf's divine kingdom, which had already begun to decay, but her arrival instead revitalized it.

"From now on, this place shall be the Kingdom of Deep Darkness!"

The Goddess mobilized the power of the broken divine kingdom with the authority of Night. In that instant, it felt as if the entire world was being reshaped.

The sky turned pitch black, like a velvet curtain. Stars dotted the Night Veil, starlight cascading down, and countless Night Fragrance Herbs and Deep Sleep Flowers sprouted from the ground.

A Red Moon appeared in the Goddess's hand, slowly rising to the highest point of the divine kingdom, hanging there, spilling moonlight.

With another wave of her hand, space became like drawing paper, someone sketching its outlines with a pencil. The silhouette of the City of Darkness emerged within the divine kingdom.

All the faithful in the City of Darkness looked up to the sky, only able to see a divine figure slowly fading into the night, as if becoming one with the darkness and the Red Moon.

Meanwhile, His Holiness the Pontiff and a beautiful angel descended to the City of Darkness under the Goddess's guidance.

"This is the Goddess's Angel of Concealment! She is the Vice Lord of my Kingdom of Deep Darkness, the Goddess's Right Hand! Her status is even above mine as the Pope!" Truman introduced this Angel of Concealment to the faithful of the City of Darkness.

The Goddess's expression was also somewhat peculiar. Previously, to maintain an air of mystery, She had never had close contact with the faithful. Now, with this identity, it was a novelty and would help balance Her divinity and humanity.

"Is that Sun God planning the same thing? Or are there more..." The Goddess thought further, already seeing the benefits of this avatar.

"Come! Which bishop carries a copy of the Apocalypse of the Night? Present it to me!" Truman suddenly said.

The bishops were all devout to the highest degree, naturally carrying the Apocalypse of the Night with them. It was quickly delivered into the hands of the Angel of Concealment.

At that moment, the Angel of Concealment glanced at the Pope and began to leaf through the Apocalypse of the Night. Then, Her expression turned somewhat subtle.

But in the next instant, a faint mist seemed to veil Her face, and Truman could not see the expression on it.

"What a pity..." Truman muttered. The Goddess shot him a sideways glance and said softly, "The Goddess's Oracle requests that His Holiness the Pope preside over a thirty-day unbroken Mass Ceremony for the Goddess, to celebrate Her recovery of authority."