Scroll of Civilization

Truman played the role of an Angel of Dreams under the Creator with absolute sincerity this time.

Over the course of several months, he led missionaries to preach in numerous human city-states and even among alien races, manifesting the great power of an angel from time to time and leaving behind many legends in each city.

Saving the dying and healing the wounded were merely routine; it was the legends of him hunting demi-god monsters, purifying city-states, and spreading the Dream Light that truly forged his unique image in the Scripture of the Creator.

Correspondingly, Truman truly felt his Anchors of Divinity increase sharply as his status as an Angel of Dreams rose, surpassing all the believers in the City of Darkness combined.

This allowed him to mobilize more power from the Book of Dreams, and his own state was excellent.

Yet one day, Sasrir contacted him.

"Dawn and Harvest?" Truman looked at the letter Sasrir had sent him, his expression quite strange.

It had not been long since that battle of Ancient Gods, and Truman had fought a fierce one against this mother and son, even scheming against Badheil.

It had likely caused some welcome shifts in Badheil's mindset.

"You want me to receive them?" Truman frowned. "Are you not afraid we might just start fighting?"

He then realized something, a flash of understanding washing over him, and he roamed back to his territory to find Lilith.

He had returned to the territory frequently over these past few months to feed Lilith; this Vampire Progenitor's palate had become so refined that she would rather endure until the verge of losing control than touch the blood of other humans.

Although it was not Truman's blood, such blood capable of suppressing madness was one of a kind in this world.

"You've brought blood?" Lilith remained aloof, the inherent nature of a Vampire Progenitor, yet compared to several months ago, she seemed to have gained a touch of humanity.

"Your existence reminds me of a type of human that practically parasitizes a house," Truman quipped. "Never leaving the door and demanding others deliver food."

Perhaps because this was the Kingdom of the Sun God, which clashed naturally with vampires, Lilith had not stepped a single foot outside the chapel built for Truman by the Dream Believers since arriving here.

"Come with me to see Omebella!"

Lilith's expression turned serious in an instant.

Truman produced a badge, the symbol of Dream, which could connect directly to the Book of Dreams and was essentially the same as the Badge of Divinity he carried.

"The Authority of Concealment isn't insurance enough; add this." The Authority of Concealment was enough to hide Lilith within fate and reality, but since they were walking right up to the parties involved to observe them, it had to be more secure.

"Fine!" Lilith didn't waste words, following Truman until they arrived inside a temple within the Kingdom of the Sun God.

Inside were the God of Dawn, Badheil, and the Goddess of Harvest, Omebella.

Standing beneath the massive divine statue, the two five-meter-tall giants made the cathedral seem somewhat cramped.

"It is you!" The dawn in Badheil's single eye fluctuated violently the moment Truman walked in, strands of Twilight aura condensing into a giant sword as the power of dawn stirred.

"Put down the sword, or you will never get what you want." Truman didn't even glance at Badheil, simply walking slowly to the center and standing beneath the statue of the Creator.

At this moment, his twelve wings of Dream unfurled, and it seemed as if brilliant divine light descended from the Creator's statue, adorning the space between those pure white wings.

"You are His Subordinate God?!" Badheil did not lower his sword, his fighting spirit instead rising to the extreme.

"We are not here to provoke a war." A voice, softer than Badheil's, came through and suppressed Badheil's aggression.

"This angel, we come for the Twilight Pathway." Omebella wore wooden armor and a battle skirt, holding a wooden staff and radiating a strong aura of life, her voice as gentle as she could manage.

She naturally recognized Truman, but she was exercising restraint; being able to do so made her far better than Badheil.

"Very well!" Truman didn't hold it against Badheil; warriors were generally like that, especially Badheil.

"But you should know that knowledge is priceless; it is directly equivalent to power."

"We have brought the collection of the Giant Race over the past millennium." No emotion could be heard in Omebella's words as she deliberately reined herself in.

"Oh? Show them all!" Truman became interested. The Sun God permitted the dissemination of such knowledge, but he intended to carve meat off these Ancient Gods, and for giants to demand an entire Sequence pathway right off the bat was particularly outrageous.

"The Scroll of Civilization."

Omebella took a scroll from the space of the Spirit World. The scroll appeared to be condensed from light and shadow; it looked thin, yet it gave one an extremely heavy feeling.

In Truman's eyes, he saw the various extraordinary races recorded upon it, rising from ignorance and madness, driven by instinct to reproduce and fight, passing through untold years until they gradually gained wisdom and began to build their respective civilizations.

There were giants building royal courts, elves carving palaces, the City of Miracles hanging high above the sky, and the Underworld hidden deep within the Spirit World.

This was the civilization created by extraordinary races.

In the next instant, Truman saw the giants and dragons dominating the world, suppressing other extraordinary races and ushering in the Twin Era.

Anything further was too blurred to see clearly at all.

"I do not know which one this corresponds to in your potion formulas, but I can be certain of the Scroll of Civilization's value." Omebella nodded with satisfaction upon seeing Truman stunned.

Truman exhaled softly. He had indeed been stunned for a moment, but now that he had recovered, he lamented that these Ancient Gods must have occupied all the high-sequence characteristics of other pathways that they hadn't consumed.

This Scroll of Civilization was the Uniqueness belonging to the "Perfecter"!

It recorded all traces of existing civilization and even made certain deductions regarding the future development of civilization!

The Giant King had actually managed to resist swallowing this Uniqueness.

Of course, if the Giant King had swallowed this thing, the conflict between non-adjacent pathways would have been enough to turn him into another Destruction Demon Wolf.

Perhaps the remaining high-level characteristics and Uniquenesses of the twenty-two pathways were all in such a situation, existing in the treasuries of the Ancient Gods in some manner.

These things were enough to move even the Ancient Sun God!

"This single item is enough." Omebella was very confident.

"...Not enough!" Truman shook his head firmly. These Ancient Gods were too rich... ah, no, knowledge was priceless!

Hearing this, the aura of life in Omebella's single eye stalled, and Badheil nearly swung his sword at the angel.

There was no need to speak of the value of the Scroll of Civilization; it was top-tier even in the giants' treasury.

If they hadn't already obtained enough information from the scroll to learn that their race would eventually become the overlords, the Giant Race would never have used it to trade for a potion formula.

In their view, this potion might just be the final piece of the puzzle for the Giant Race to become one of the twins.