Puppet

Afterward, Truman spent several days integrating the Master characteristic into his Robe of the Sage. The difficulties involved went without saying; he still had to rely on the Book of Dreams to forcibly suppress it—or perhaps, pollute it?

However, after that period, the grand missionary campaign gradually quieted down, and he, the Angel of Dreams, found himself with some free time.

"Is it necessary to have a family to gain humanity?" Lilith often sought him out to ask such strange questions.

She remained indifferent, showing almost no emotional fluctuation.

"Is that the result of your observations?" Truman's expression was peculiar.

His Angel Territory had recently been flooded with many believers, all a result of this latest missionary work. There were always city-states or human settlements where the environment was too harsh, necessitating a total relocation into this Kingdom of the Sun God.

This large-scale missionary effort had at least doubled the number of believers in the Kingdom of the Sun God, to the point where they needed to build massive cities on the ground.

During this time, Sasrir had been so busy he didn't even have time to drink!

Meanwhile, Lilith had been constantly observing humans throughout this process, eventually shaping herself into a spectator.

"But you don't have the opportunity," Truman shook his head slightly. Lilith now possessed all the traits of a spectator, which was to say, she was "merely a spectator."

She was not moved by what she saw, nor satisfied by what she knew.

For such a vampire to seek "humanity" was nothing short of a disaster.

"..." Truman fell silent. His own existence was extremely unique, and his humanity was incredibly rich, making it difficult for him to understand Lilith's current state. "Why don't you cultivate a human hobby?"

"A hobby?" Lilith looked serious.

"Yes, a hobby! First, approach human behavior, then find the corresponding cognition." Often, Truman found Lilith to be a massive headache, because he didn't know how to find humanity himself!

"Alright!" Lilith finally nodded, then looked lost again. "But what kind of hobby? Does blood-sucking count?"

Truman's mouth twitched. But... what entertainment could people in this era possibly have?

It was only in his Dream Territory that the residents, provided they were sufficiently pious, could enter the Paradise of God and enjoy a modicum of entertainment; the rest likely just labored and prayed.

"You could..." Truman was at a loss for words, but the next instant, his eyes lit up. "Make puppets!"

He had drawn inspiration from a disgraceful vampire of a later age.

"What? Puppets? Like the ones the King of Exotic Species has?" Lilith asked in confusion.

Ah! Truman then remembered that this world had natural "puppets," and that King of Exotic Species was essentially a living Ragdoll.

Therefore, things like puppets, marionettes, and ragdolls were still images of divine beings in this era. In the city-states ruled by the King of Exotic Species, they were authentic statues, knelt before by countless humans day and night.

"Something like that... more or less..." Truman shook his head and pulled out a Beyonder characteristic of a "Puppet."

He had snatched this from the sky full of characteristics after the fall of the King of Exotic Species.

Truman kneaded the Puppet characteristic directly with his hands, shaping it into a human form, while the characteristic itself autonomously completed the details of the puppet.

Finally, he sprinkled it with Dream Phosphor, and a life-sized puppet that was almost indistinguishable from a normal person appeared before Lilith.

"Is it always this easy?" This was the first time Truman had seen a Beyonder characteristic that could shape itself.

"Is this me?" Lilith stood before the puppet; the two looked exactly alike.

Truman had molded it after Lilith's appearance, and now that the puppet had evolved autonomously through the Puppet characteristic, it was no different from Lilith.

"I look so good." Lilith was very satisfied and walked away hugging the puppet.

"Sigh, finally managed to brush her off," Truman shook his head. Every time Lilith came, she brought many questions he found difficult to answer.

"I should have stopped her from regressing to this point back then." He shook his head and continued his research into the power of the Book of Dreams.

The concepts of "Illusionary Dream" and "Causality" had shown him a direction for deeply developing the Book of Dreams, and he was working hard toward that end.

However, Truman had not expected that this time, Lilith would cause such a massive commotion.

Within a few days, a legend spread throughout the Dream Territory about a werewolf that consumed souls and howled at the moon on moonlit nights.

A few days later, many residents discovered that the newly built cemetery had been robbed, with corpses stolen.

The entire area near Lilith's residence turned into a silent zone; all the humans there fell into a puppet-like state, no longer praying to Dream, no longer laboring, becoming walking corpses.

What was worse, with the castle where Lilith resided as the center, extremely bizarre things began to occur throughout the entire Dream Territory.

Trees hoisted people into the air, blades of grass began "biting," and the soil churned incessantly, threatening to bury every human who stepped upon it.

The humans in the Dream Territory almost thought that the Angel of Dreams had abandoned them and was punishing them, forcing them to return to the days of living in constant fear.

Subsequently, these people prayed to Truman in terror, begging for forgiveness.

Truman was shocked to see all of this; his territory was being animated under the influence of some power with an extremely high Sequence Status!

"Lilith..." Truman's mouth twitched. He shouldn't have let Lilith cultivate any hobbies; she was an Ancient God, after all!

When it came to the understanding and application of the Authority of Life, no one could compare to her!

Truman walked into a palace that resembled a Fairy Tale Castle. He had built it for himself, but since he now spent his days under the Statue of Dreams, it had become Lilith's castle.

"Are you the Master's friend?" A vampire girl who looked exactly like Lilith walked up.

Truman took a careful look at this maid, took a light breath, couldn't bear to look, and turned his head away.

"Where is your master?" Truman asked the maid, though he was already walking toward where Lilith was.

The entire castle was filled with an eerie aura that made Truman uncomfortable; he really didn't want to stay a moment longer.

"You're here." Lilith's voice remained cold, devoid of any emotion. She sat on the castle lawn, her back to Truman.

"I followed your advice to find a hobby, and I discovered that what I am best at is shaping life."

"So you gave the puppet life? And let it cause trouble in my territory?" Truman shook his head slightly, suddenly feeling a bit of regret.

Lilith's situation was special; she could not be treated with ordinary methods.

He looked around the entire castle, his brows tightly knitted. "Is this all of the 'Mother's' Authority of Life?"

After Truman stepped into the castle, he felt as if countless eyes were staring at him. The flowers and trees on the lawn, the grass, and even every grain of sand seemed to have grown eyes, peering at Truman from corners and crevices.

These were all life!

Although Lilith was no longer that Ancient God, she possessed all the characteristics of that deity!

With her former Sequence Status, she could indirectly control the Authority of Life and perform all sorts of inconceivable feats.