A Huge Profit

"I said it's not enough!" Truman repeated, "This is also the will of the Lord."

This might be the only opportunity to openly extort them; he had to seize it!

Hum! A faint light shone from the statue, gradually coalescing into the shape of a slate, though a thick shadow still lingered over it.

This was the Ancient Sun God's stance.

Omebella and Badheil both stiffened, sensing the will of the True God.

"This is the Twilight Pathway, notarized by the power of the Lord!" Truman held the slate and looked at Omebella. "Let the shadows dissipate, and it will be yours."

"..." Omebella could no longer remain calm. Her life aura leaked out, causing wheat and green grass to sprout from the cracks in the cathedral floor, filling the space with greenery.

Badheil was also restless. The object of his desire was right before him, and as a giant, he was more inclined to simply seize it...

But a god was watching them.

"...Fine! Take it all out." In the end, Omebella relented and spoke to Badheil.

Badheil wanted to say something more, but under the gaze of Omebella and the god, he had no choice but to take out the remaining characteristics.

They were all Mystical Items formed from the characteristics of Saints and Sequence 2 Angels.

The two highest-ranking ones were the Sequence 2 "Duke of Entropy" of the Black Emperor pathway and the Sequence 2 "Master" of the Perfecter pathway.

Oh, this "Master" was what later generations called the Knowledge Mentor.

These Mystical Items were far inferior to the Scroll of Civilization, but they were numerous—there were over ten of them!

This represented more than ten Saints and two Angels!

One had to remember that even the Angels under the Sun God were only at the Sequence 2 status.

"..." Truman remained silent, even harboring thoughts of robbing an Ancient God's treasury.

These Ancient Gods had occupied the world for so many years; the characteristics they had accumulated were absolutely terrifying. Even if they had consumed many, they could still be considered half a church of a True God in later generations!

As these Mystical Items appeared, the shadows on the illusory slate faded rapidly, gradually revealing its contents.

"Sequence 1, Hand of God... Sequence 2, Glory-Seeker..." Badheil and Omebella both memorized the knowledge within.

"One is missing!" After reading the knowledge recorded for the Hand of God, Badheil growled in a low voice, "What about the sequence corresponding to the god?!"

"True God..." A strange smile appeared on Truman's face. "Then you had better decide whether you really want to see it." As he spoke, he reached out to dissipate the final wisp of mist.

"No! That is blasphemy!" Omebella stopped Truman and also stopped Badheil.

She reached out and beckoned, and a delicate, beautiful flower emerged from the Spirit World, directly swallowing the illusory slate. Badheil's eyes widened, and he dispersed the Light of Dawn, but he could only catch a glimpse of half a line of text on it.

"Main ingredient: three 'Hand of God' characteristics..."

Badheil's gaze froze there, while the illusory slate was completely swallowed by the beautiful flower and disappeared into the Spirit World, likely returning to the Giant King's Court.

The life force in Omebella's eyes grew heavy. She glanced at Badheil, said nothing, and turned to Truman, her expression softening. "I hope we can have more opportunities for cooperation."

Finally, Omebella took Badheil away from the Kingdom of the Sun God and returned to the Giant King's Court.

"Knowledge is truly a profiteering business!" In this world, knowledge was basically synonymous with power, but such exorbitant profits could only be made when Potion Formulas were unique. In later generations, Potion Formulas would become much cheaper.

Truman looked at the various Mystical Items before him. These things all had massive side effects, but in front of an Angel, they could be shattered and reorganized without any impact.

As for the most important "Scroll of Civilization," a uniqueness with living characteristics, it had no ability to resist under the illumination of the Sun God's divine light.

"Besides the uniqueness, you may choose one from the others," Sasrir's voice echoed in Truman's ear.

"Then I will take the 'Master' characteristic."

Truman didn't stand on ceremony and pocketed the "Master" characteristic, which belonged to a sequence close to the Robe of the Sage he was currently wearing.

He planned to forcibly fuse these two characteristics to create an even more powerful Robe of the Sage.

"The Hermit is knowledge itself, while perfection is the application of knowledge..." The new Robe of the Sage would surely be about the mastery and application of knowledge.

Truman already had a rough draft in his mind, and then he saw Sasrir appear, taking the "Scroll of Civilization" into his hands.

"Its side effect is to forcibly twist everything in the area into the future it deduces, and this range expands as time passes until it spreads across the entire world," Sasrir noted, aware of its side effects.

In this process, neither humans nor extraordinary races could retain their autonomy; they would become the "gears" of the civilization's operation, and the process was irreversible.

"If the uniqueness can be traded like this, how much did you gain from this deal with the Ancient Gods?"

"Mostly Sequence 2 characteristics; Sequence 1s are already rare. Any Ancient God who can resist the urge to eat them is not a true Ancient God."

"There are two uniquenesses: the Black Emperor's and this Scroll of Civilization."

A uniqueness was ultimately different from a Sequence 1 characteristic. After all, for a normal Sequence 1, consuming a characteristic of the same pathway could strengthen oneself.

But to accommodate a uniqueness, one had to perform a simplified version of the Godhood Ritual, or they would go mad.

"That makes five Divine Pathways, right?" Such a harvest was truly immense.

"More than that. Omebella, the God of Beauty, also traded the 'Moon' pathway with me."

Sasrir looked at Lilith, who had been staying by Truman's side without any sense of presence.

She had been watching the whole time.

"She controls the final accumulation of my Vampire Clan," Lilith said, not surprised by this.

"The treasury of the Ancient Gods?" Truman suddenly thought of the three fallen Ancient Gods.

There was no need to think about the Destruction Demon Wolf—a madman wouldn't have anything good left, as most of what they had was likely swallowed by themselves and now mostly resided in the hands of the Goddess.

Lilith had already made arrangements regarding that.

But what about the King of Exotic Species?

"Tolz, the God of Spirits, has been here," Sasrir said directly, as if he could see through Truman's question.

And the God of Spirits was a Subordinate God of the King of Exotic Species.

Ugh... Truman secretly sighed in regret. At that time, he was busy looting the gold coins dropped by the Ancient Gods... oh no, he meant characteristics.

And the God of Spirits had clearly made off with the rest of the King of Exotic Species' belongings.

One could not have both.

"However, I recall that you seem to possess a 'God Almighty's Sin'?" Sasrir thought of this. "He will find you sooner or later."

"The God of Spirits?" If he was the person from Truman's memories, he seemed quite miserable and even had a child who wasn't very obedient...

"We'll talk about that later." Truman shook his head slightly and looked at Lilith. "What do you think?"

"It's difficult, but not a problem." Lilith shook her head slightly.

"That's good." Bringing Lilith here this time was more for her to observe Omebella.