Balance

"Aren't you afraid my blood will contaminate you?" Truman pressed one hand against Lilith, who was lunging toward him; she seemed unable to suppress her vampiric instincts any longer.

Of course, it was more likely she was deliberately putting on a show for Truman.

"Contaminate?" Lilith revealed two fangs, her eyes remaining blood-red. "There are no impurities in your blood."

"There is another possibility: my blood is an impurity in itself, just excessively pure," Truman joked to himself.

His blood was highly problematic; it was likely already close to a Sefirah.

Who would dare consume a Sefirah raw?

"It would still be harmless," Lilith insisted. "To my sense of smell, your blood is like a human's, but also like an elf's, or even a giant's or a Vampire Clan member's."

"But my spirituality tells me it is harmless." Lilith made no effort to hide her craving.

"But your gaze makes me feel very uncomfortable." As he spoke, Truman's expression darkened, and the atmosphere between them shifted subtly.

He had seen this look when the Goddess first saw him, and Lilith had worn it too—that feeling of being treated like a Mysterious Tang Monk was truly unpleasant!

He had even established the Dream Council to avoid such situations.

The Dream Council was founded because of this trait of his; everyone could receive such benefits, but no one could enjoy them exclusively.

This was the balance Truman had constructed.

"...Sorry!" The red light in Lilith's eyes dimmed. Seeing Truman's gloomy face, she finally restrained herself.

For a former Ancient God, being able to bow her head and admit a mistake was already unprecedented.

Truman's expression softened slightly.

He glanced at the genuine red tinge in the depths of Lilith's eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he reached into the Fog of History and produced a goblet. With a flick of his finger, it was filled with a blood-red liquid.

"Drink this." He handed the cup to Lilith.

"What is this?" Lilith asked, unable to stop herself from looking at the liquid in the cup.

"Blood as I understand it," Truman explained.

Regardless of whether it tasted good, this thing, like the wine given to Sasrir, was manifested from Dream Phosphor and possessed unique properties.

"Gulp!" Lilith finished it in one swallow. The red in her eyes quietly receded, returning to normal.

"One more!"

"No." Truman refused, casually finding an excuse. "Maintain your desires, and your humanity will sprout from them..."

Truman brought Lilith to the Kingdom of the Sun God, that territory which belonged to him.

He hadn't forgotten about those believers from the Golden Kingdom.

These tens of thousands of believers had been received by the Sun God's followers and arranged uniformly, becoming lambs under the rule of the Angel of Dreams.

In the Kingdom of the Sun God, such matters were handled by specialists, not even requiring Truman's intervention. Under the divine power of the god, they would quietly shift their faith to become believers of the dream.

"My believers?" Truman's expression was peculiar. This was the first time he had followers who explicitly believed in him and took him as their highest solace. It was completely different from being a Pope or an Angel; there was no such barrier.

Truman thought for a moment and responded to these anchor points directed at him.

In that instant, a pure, brilliant rainbow light suddenly bloomed in the sky, drawing the gaze of everyone in this territory.

In a trance, the faith they held—which had been distorted from the image of the Giant King—gained a sense of true substance.

Subconsciously, they began to pray, reciting the honorary name engraved in their hearts.

"Spirit of Truth;

Pure One;

Traveler of Time and Space;

Angel of Dreams."

"I pray for your gaze, I pray for your arrival."

This was the angelic honorary name Truman had written for himself. The directionality was extremely clear, and as the believers recited it, countless voices echoed in his mind.

For a moment, the Book of Dreams floated up, shedding the cover Truman used for disguise and revealing the brilliant, dreamlike book cover beneath.

Dream Phosphor rained down, drifting into the bodies of the believers. It refreshed their spirits, and the mental bodies that had been damaged during the Destruction Demon Wolf's plan were completely repaired.

"Thank you for the Lord's favor!" Tens of thousands of believers prostrated, moving like a tidal wave.

"This... my own believers are indeed much better than ones I just 'borrowed'." Even the Book of Dreams could sense it; this was already remarkable.

Holding the Book of Dreams, Truman appeared amidst the rainbow light. He specifically manifested twelve pure white wings behind him, maximizing his divinity.

Currently, the worship was still focused on the statue of the god, but this would be the only faith in this territory.

Truman reached out and pointed. Endless Dream Phosphor fell, transforming into a Dream Statue dozens of meters high. It was white as jade, and it took his current appearance.

"The First Commandment: Do not take my name in vain."

"The Second Commandment: You shall have no other gods."

"The Third Commandment: Love your kin as you love me."

"The Fourth Commandment: Do not commit adultery or robbery."

"The Fifth Commandment: Do not kill the innocent."

"The Sixth Commandment: Serve me with your heart, not with sacrifices."

"..."

"My believers shall be under the care of the dream."

Truman flipped the Book of Dreams to the "Illusionary Dream" page, and a mysterious power attached itself to the statue.

"Weaving beautiful dreams? I'll let them do it themselves." Truman even created a Divine Amusement Park similar to the Heaven of Dreams, but in the end, he gave the power of choice to the believers.

Truly devout believers would be given the choice to freely weave a Beautiful Dream or enter the Paradise of God.

And after the Beautiful Dream, they would gain true tranquility, including but not limited to their minds and Beyonder Characteristics.

Theoretically, believers of the dream would not lose control before becoming a Demi-god, and even after becoming a Demi-god, they would be able to obtain the tranquility of a Beautiful Dream.

"Perhaps in a few hundred or thousand years, the dream will become a secret organization?" Truman looked forward to the future.

"I have made arrangements here. You can stay here; it won't intersect with the information of the Spirit World, and it should be very suitable for your acting."

For Lilith to regress to the vampire stage, the most important thing was naturally to find her humanity; besides that, there was probably the Acting Method.

"Good!" Lilith nodded gently, looking at the towering statue and the tens of thousands of believers worshiping beneath it. "Do I need to believe in you?"

"Believe in me?" Truman was stunned.

"Faith is also a form of humanity," Lilith said seriously. She wanted to understand humanity through similar behaviors.

"It's difficult," Truman said bluntly. "If your mindset cannot adjust from the status of an Ancient God to your current vampire status, your gaze will always be condescending, and you won't be able to understand true humanity."

"It's the Vampire Clan!" Lilith emphasized, but Truman's words made her frown in deep thought.

"Take your time. You have a long time ahead." He had to wait for the Ancient Sun God to make a move against the Giant King; only then would the arrangements made by the Goddess and himself be able to take effect.

"Okay." Lilith quieted down, watching the devout believers in silence.