Causality

"The most prominent feature of this ability is that it has a touch of making dreams come true, of having one's wishes fulfilled..."

"But this also dictates that I must have a truly deep understanding of a certain matter."

The wish is the foundation; the fulfillment is the result of his choice.

Truman cast his gaze toward the forest outside the city-state. At this moment, he could already see the mercury snake.

"Let's call it 'causality'. I am the cause, and it is the effect. Perhaps it also needs to be connected to the spirit world." The spirit world is said to contain all possibilities of the past, future, and present, possessing enough 'causes' that Truman needs.

Truman pointed his fingers at the book of dreams, perfecting the second branch of authority for this dream.

As this ability was perfected, the fog before Truman's eyes seemed to dissipate significantly.

"I see you." This was the cause. Truman learned of the mercury snake's existence and the introduction to its abilities, linking the two of them together in terms of destiny.

"A distant visitor from the spirit world will happen to appear at the location of the mercury snake, breaking its state."

This was the effect Truman chose.

Crack!

The god of fortune suddenly opened his eyes. His luck plummeted sharply, and his spirituality sent out warning signals.

The next instant, a spirit world creature opened a gate to the spirit world and arrived in the real world. But under the gaze of the mercury snake, its luck was wiped clean, turning it into a creature of misfortune, and it was devoured by a passing demigod creature from the spirit world.

He had used his ability to influence this world, and the ripples in destiny began to spread.

At this moment, the god of fortune's own unique destiny could no longer be concealed and was revealed before others.

"Not good!" The god of fortune even sensed that the luck he had accumulated over hundreds of years was plummeting at a terrifying speed.

Someone was attempting to influence him through destiny!

"This god of fortune, why stay so far away? I feel we could become friends." Truman spoke softly, his tone friendly.

However, the symbols all over the mercury snake's body were about to burst, flickering on and off; it only wanted to get away from here.

"Spatial barrier!" Truman reached out and grabbed. The space where the mercury snake was located became a cage, trapping it inside.

The traveler's control over space had already reached a very high level.

"Hiss!" A red light flashed in the mercury snake's eyes. Destiny shifted, and it slithered out before the cage could fully form.

It glanced at Truman, and Truman shuddered, inexplicably developing a sense of intuition.

If not for the book of dreams, that glance alone might have bottomed out his luck and maxed out his misfortune—the kind where one would choke to death just from drinking water.

Truman instinctively reached out, activating the marauder pathway's trojan horse of destiny ability several times, stealing the mercury snake's luck.

Hiss! Is this the illusion of luck?

Truman even had the illusion that the whole world was revolving around him.

It was a terrifying level of luck where one would step on a demigod characteristic just by walking out the door, and could pick up angel-level materials just by bending down.

It was... just too exhilarating!

But at this moment, a rhythm of light and shadow rippled across the body of the mercury snake.

"Fate loop"!

The mercury snake had anchored its luck within a loop. Truman's act of stealing that luck triggered this mechanism, causing it to activate.

The light and shadow stopped flickering, and Truman's illusion became ethereal, shattering like a bubble.

"What a pity!" Truman felt a bit regretful. Who wouldn't want to be the luckiest person alive?

The mercury snake within the fate loop did not linger to fight, instead opening a gate to the spirit world directly.

"What an impressive snake of fate!" Truman couldn't help but exclaim. "Much more powerful than Ouroboros."

"...Forget it, the odds of winning are low, and even if I won, I couldn't kill it." Truman watched the mercury snake depart through the spirit world and did not stop it.

Currently, relying on the book of dreams, he could forcibly elevate the power of the magical items on his person by one rank, bringing the corresponding abilities to the level of sequence 1.

Even the upper limits of his "causality" and "illusionary dream" abilities were unfathomable, depending entirely on how much power he could mobilize.

But that was the mercury snake—a literal god of fortune, and its "restart" was nothing short of a divine skill.

Most importantly, the elf king might be watching at this very moment!

And that was indeed the case. When the god of fortune arrived in this city-state, the elf king's gaze had fallen upon it.

"Another angel!" The elf king was not in a good state himself; the thunder surrounding him had dimmed significantly.

"That sun has been plotting this for a long time!" The elf king's voice made the entire elf palace tremble.

"I even suspect that his birth was not much later than ours; he only revealed himself because he saw that we had suffered such heavy losses this time!"

"Foolish Almir! Betraying Lilith! Letting the sun seize the opportunity!" The tyrannical elf king even had thoughts of marching on the giant king's court.

"The sun god is truly a formidable opponent!" The queen of calamities, Goshenam, looked grave.

She handed the stone tablet presented by the elf guards to the elf king.

"This is the sequence potion." What was recorded on the tablet was, in fact, a potion formula.

Missionaries had already spread the low-sequence potion formulas, and now, they had all reached the hands of the elf king.

"This is blasphemy!" Thunder raged, flashing with destructive, scorching light. "A potion that blasphemes the gods!"

"But we can no longer destroy it!" the queen of calamities said calmly. "We must control the inheritance of the potion!"

"I intend to send an envoy to the kingdom of the sun god!"

The elf king's gaze fell upon the queen of calamities, forcing himself to calm down as he waited for an explanation.

"If you don't go, the other ancient gods will scramble to do so!" The queen of calamities' expression remained cold as she continued, "The potion is the future! Use the magical items in the elf treasury to trade for the relevant potion formulas."

"In a hundred years, all elves must use this to advance and stabilize their mental states!"

"Only then, in a few hundred years, will our elf race not fall behind the other extraordinary races!"

The elf king uncharacteristically suppressed his own tyranny as he pondered, eventually nodding.

He likely harbored his own anxieties as well.

The so-called blasphemy was naturally directed at the gods; could it be that the sun had achieved the status of an ancient god through this potion sequence?

If so, wasn't the state of that sun much more stable than that dragon's, or even his own?

"Send the newcomer Alnia!" the elf king commanded.

The god of beauty Alnia was originally a subordinate god of the vampire Lilith. Now that Lilith was "dead," she had defected to the elf king to seek protection.

"Very well!" The entire elf race stirred into motion. A group of elves equivalent to sequence five, led by the god of beauty Alnia, set off for the kingdom of the sun god.

The situation was much the same in other regions. The ancient gods soon obtained the potion formulas spread by the missionaries and reached the same conclusion.

The potion was the future of their races.

Every ancient god could realize this, whether out of a desire to pry into its mysteries or to strengthen their own kin.

Envoys from various races set off for the kingdom of the sun god, carrying vast quantities of magical items and beyonder characteristics.

The impact of the potion system on the current era had only just begun.