Treasure Vault

In the Kingdom of Dreams, four figures descended into a beautiful, fantastical palace.

"This is for you." Amanises handed Truman a quill.

"Did it work?" Naturally. With the Goddess herself involved, the Dragon of Nightmare hadn't stood a chance.

"The Quill of Alzuhod..." Truman took the quill, and an urge to write a story welled up inside him.

That was the Author's instinct.

Likewise, the Sea of Dreams rippled, as if a power were answering it.

That was the power of Causality.

To some extent, the two powers could merge, reaching a new level of influence over fate.

"Just as I thought, this quill and I are a perfect match!" Truman was very pleased.

Sasrir looked at the quill in Truman's hand, his expression a little strange, but he still said nothing.

During the Dream Council's many previous meetings, they had made various plans and compromises. The quill would be "temporarily" kept in the Kingdom of Deep Darkness.

That was also the price for the Goddess of Misfortune's personal intervention.

However, Sasrir's side had the right to redeem it. They could get it back as long as they paid enough.

But now that the Quill of Alzuhod was in Truman's hands, was there any hope of getting it back?

Sasrir doubted it, though he wasn't too concerned. The characteristics of the Dragon of Imagination were already enough for the Ancient Sun God.

"Who's next?" Lilith wasn't concerned about that. She looked at the other three. "You're taking too long. I don't want to wait another few centuries."

"The Abyss is next," Sasrir said quietly. "The plan is about to reach a critical stage. At this point, any meddler could be disastrous."

And the Demon Monarch Farbauti was the greatest destabilizing factor.

For an Ancient God who was completely mad and sought to destroy the world and defile the universe, any action was possible.

So, before the Ancient Sun God truly launched that war to reclaim his authorities, this destabilizing factor had to be eliminated.

"If possible, I hope you can join us too," Sasrir said suddenly.

"Are you sure?" Lilith furrowed her brows. Over the past few centuries, she had fully digested the remaining characteristics of the Mother of Abundance and become an Angel with an exceptionally stable humanity.

But the Demon Monarch was an opponent she, even as an Ancient God, had been unable to contend with. Now, she was even less capable of doing so.

"This is a commission. I hope all three of you will take part, so we'll have enough strength to prevent any surprises."

Sasrir's expression suddenly turned serious as he looked at Truman and the others.

Truman seemed thoughtful. "The Abyss?"

"Yes." Sasrir nodded solemnly. "I need you to help me find out what's happening in the Abyss."

"Next, the Creator will go to war with the demons of the Abyss to protect humanity." Sasrir revealed what would happen next.

"Has something come in?" Truman couldn't help asking. The timing didn't add up!

The things from outside should only invade this world much later, and their power should be extremely limited.

The barrier was exceptionally stable at the end of the Second Epoch.

"Not exactly," Sasrir said. "We're just making some preparations."

So the Ancient Sun God had made some kind of prophecy about the future?

Truman could only say that the prophecy had probably come true.

In the future he knew, things had never gone well in the Abyss.

"The reward is..." Sasrir paused, then continued, his eyes moving between Amanises and Lilith.

"All the information known about the cosmos, the history before the Second Epoch, and the legitimate right to spread my Lord's faith after he regains the Sequence Status of the Creator."

"As for you..." Sasrir looked at Truman. "You'll be in charge of the Creator's vault."

Sasrir had given the reward careful consideration. Truman would only be in charge of the vault; ownership wouldn't change. Truman could use the items, but if the Ancient Sun God asked for them back, he would have to return them.

Truman's eyes lit up.

The Creator's vault currently held at least the Black Emperor's Uniqueness, the Paragon's Uniqueness, and several Sequence One characteristics.

If the Ancient Sun God successfully reclaimed his authorities, the vault might also gain the Door Pathway's Uniqueness and Sequence One characteristics, along with other things...

Before those characteristics were bestowed upon anyone, they would all be in his pocket!

Truman was very interested!

Amanises and Lilith both nodded. The history before the Second Epoch and knowledge of the cosmos were crucial. They had to learn them.

And the right to spread the faith would play an important role in the future.

"Good. Then it's settled." Sasrir didn't even need to ask Truman's opinion before finalizing the matter.

"Could I get the vault now?" Truman was already eager.

Ever since the Robe of the Sage had fused with the Artisan Pathway's Sequence Two, Master, Truman had gained the ability to craft Mystical Items.

That was how he had casually made Hermes a mask with almost no negative effects last time.

If all those items ended up in his hands, he'd be unstoppable!

Sasrir tossed Truman a golden key. "This key has been authenticated by my Lord. You can use it to open the vault in the divine kingdom."

"Great!" Truman took the key. He could faintly sense the existence of a space, which was probably deep within the Kingdom of the Creator.

"Then this meeting is adjourned. Take some time to rest, and prepare for the next step."

The Queen of Calamities returned to the Elf Palace.

After fighting the Angel of Dreams, she was in poor condition, mentally disoriented and exhausted.

"Cohinem!" The Elf King spoke, his voice crashing like thunder. It jolted Cohinem's spirit, suppressing the restlessness within her.

"My King! You defeated the Sun and shattered the alliance between the Sun and the Giants!" Cohinem returned to her normal appearance and congratulated the Elf King.

"I'll personally paint a mural recording this war for you, so it can be passed down through the ages!"

Cohinem's words improved the Elf King's mood. Even the Palace of Spirits seemed to grow brighter; his temper had been reined in, and he could think normally again.

Now you could see why Cohinem had become the Elf Queen!

"Ha ha!" The Elf King laughed, his voice rumbling like thunder. "That's right! Aurmir has now clashed with Gregrace, and our cooperation with the Sun has fallen apart. The other gods are wary of us. We've suffered a huge loss!"

"That dragon fled so quickly, but the Sun and I still managed to hit him. He's badly injured!"

The Elf King's violence had been suppressed, and his mental state had improved somewhat. Yet Cohinem had fallen into unease once more.

The Dragon of Imagination had fled too quickly. It was hard not to wonder what had happened—and who had benefited from it?!