Fate Interference

Hum!

The statue of the dragon of imagination responded to them, bestowing the corresponding dream phosphor. As these rays of light merged directly into their hearts, they smoothed out the madness of the beyonder characteristics within their bodies.

"This is..." Even Hermes, a Spectator, could barely keep his composure. His expression was one of shock; this contradicted all the knowledge he had learned!

Madness was eternal, almost synonymous with being extraordinary!

"It is merely neutralization and calming; the madness itself still exists. I have simply lulled it to sleep," Truman said softly.

The look of shock faded from Hermes's face. As a saint of the Spectator pathway, he instantly performed a "diagnosis" on himself. His condition was actually the best it had been in years!

If combined with his own "Pacify," he would be able to experience the long-lost peace and tranquility that belonged solely to ordinary people.

"Dreamlike, is it..." The way Hermes looked at Truman was now one of complete submission; even his faith felt a bit more genuine.

A pure human, powerful strength, formidable connections, and now, an ability that could be called dreamlike in this crazy world.

Such a person was too special, and for the entire human race, he was also very important. Hermes even began to view Truman as the light of humanity.

After successfully establishing a connection with this group of human pioneers, Truman cast his gaze toward the city-state. The missionary activities of the preachers had not encountered any obstacles; after all, even the guardian of the city-state now believed in the dragon of imagination.

"Later, you can also move the entire city-state into the kingdom of the sun god. It is not safe enough here, after all."

This city-state was actually under the rule of the king of exotic species, but now that the king of exotic species was dead, his subordinate gods and saints had scattered and fled. Who would care about these cities anymore?

"No," unexpectedly, Hermes refused. "Now that ordinary people have faith, these preachers will also protect them, and we need to temper ourselves in a turbulent environment."

"...Very well." Truman was taken aback and nodded gently. After all, he had not experienced everything the humans of this era had gone through and could not understand their thirst for power.

"In the future, if you encounter any trouble you cannot solve, you can also try praying to me," Truman said in the end. He still had some thoughts regarding the earliest secret organization of humanity. "Alright, you may return. Those preachers will not bother you either."

"Yes!" Hermes led the young men and women away.

Truman held the book of dreams and looked outside the city-state.

I always feel like something is wrong... Truman's expression was strange. After the ancient god cast his kingdom into the mortal world and began to preach on a large scale, the various ancient gods and their extraordinary races would surely not remain idle.

He could even sense something approaching now, but he could not capture any traces of it.

Roughly at the moment the kingdom of the sun god descended into the mortal world, all the ancient gods were watching that light and shadow that seemed to support the heavens and the earth.

The ancient gods reacted differently. The phoenix only took one look before paying no more attention; the demon monarch was in a poor state and dared not go out; the giant king was even more powerless.

The dragon of imagination and the elf king were in similar situations, merely dispatching their subordinate gods and saints to keep a close watch on the sun god's actions.

In the direction belonging to Truman, it was precisely a subordinate god under the elf king—the god of fortune.

This was a mercury snake.

"Bizarre!" Truman knew nothing of this, flipping through the book of dreams. By now, several pages had already been written into it.

The first page was naturally the heaven of dreams, representing dreams themselves.

The second page was the world-interference ability Truman used frequently—a magical power akin to making dreams come true, even more unsolvable than that of an author.

And the third page was dream weaving, which Truman had written in himself; it also belonged to a branch of dream power.

"I can't detect the opponent, likely because I have no knowledge or concept of its existence whatsoever, and at the same time, it can remain independent within fate."

"Hiss!" Truman suddenly felt it was a thorny situation. This kind of battle was too abstract; he had to start gambling with fate without even knowing who the enemy was.

No power was invincible. Making dreams come true, having one's wishes granted—such powers had their limitations.

And while Truman felt troubled, the mercury snake hidden within the forest dared not take a single step closer.

It was a giant silver-white snake. It had no physical scales; its body was covered in patterns and symbols that connected to form a whole. Its bright red eyes were fixed tightly on the city-state where Truman resided.

Truman was at a loss, and the snake was extremely vigilant.

It had erased its own uniqueness in fate, but it still wasn't enough. A gaze seemed to pierce through everything and land upon it.

"Restart!" The mercury snake cautiously used this divine skill. The complex symbols on its body flew up one by one, connecting to form a rotating wheel. Then, the mercury snake coiled its body and bit its own tail.

Suddenly, falling leaves returned to the treetops, and the mercury snake's body began to regress, attempting to return to a state before it had been watched by this inexplicable existence.

But it failed.

That gaze from an infinitely high place could not be shaken off at all, even giving this mercury snake the feeling it had experienced during the last war of the ancient gods when it saw the sefirah castle!

It was an absolute suppression of status; it didn't even know where to begin to resist.

This was the first time the mercury snake had encountered such a strange enemy, and a tug-of-war over fate ensued.

"What exactly is this thing?!"

The mercury snake dared not act rashly; it simply activated the luck it had accumulated for who knew how many years and waited quietly.

The power of luck gradually brewed, beginning to influence the surroundings and calming all factors that might lead to it being discovered.

It was indeed a bit like giving up... but for someone of this pathway, perhaps this was the best response.

On the other side, Truman scratched his head. During the "restart," he had also felt something, as if something was about to vanish completely from before his eyes, so he pressed down on the book of dreams to stabilize his perception.

"This ability seems somewhat familiar!"

After the "restart," Truman actually had a lead. This kind of ability was just too iconic!

"Mercury Snake? God of Fortune? It seems he is a subordinate god of the Elf King." Truman guessed the other party's identity.

Concealing one's existence within fate... He thought of the records on the Blasphemy Slate.

Beyond just potions, it also contained descriptions of the abilities of various pathways.

"So that's the effect. At this moment, it's quite similar to the authority of concealment."

"Fate itself..." Truman fell into deep thought. He knew clearly that the other party was also biding their time, so he was in no rush. Instead, a flash of inspiration struck his mind, helping him refine the second page of his Book of Dreams.

Similar to the previous "dream weaving," "seeing" the ability of the Fate pathway to interfere with destiny this time sparked the idea of perfecting the second page of the Book of Dreams.