Stories and Fate

Truman ended the Dream Council and returned to the real world, unable to wait to take out the Key of the Treasury and open a door in space.

Perhaps... another apprentice had been killed.

Of course, at this time, the apprentice might have been a Phoenix.

Truman reached in and pulled out the two most precious Uniquenesses inside.

The Scroll of Civilization and a crown that looked as if it were carved from obsidian.

This crown was exceptionally magnificent, decorated with all kinds of gems, though the design was a bit too eccentric.

"Distortion?" Truman saw several different carving styles on the crown, a collection of the aesthetics of Giants, Elves, and Dragons, all twisted together to form a crown of bizarre aesthetic beauty.

Likewise, "distortion" was also the negative effect of this crown.

Without being suppressed or sealed, the crown would distort all the rules of the world, making the world its territory and all living beings its subjects, who would then be required to follow the distorted rules.

This influence was worldwide and irreversible.

"A living characteristic?" Truman raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing the restless intent to rebel within.

As an Emperor, one must never be subordinate to others; this was one of its fundamental rules.

This meant that this thing would absolutely never submit, never compromise, and was basically impossible to utilize.

"Impossible to utilize?" Truman hummed twice. "Not submitting doesn't mean it can't be corrupted. Into the Sea of Dreams for a couple of days to cool off!"

Truman threw the Scroll of Civilization and the Crown of the Black Emperor directly into the ocean beneath the Heaven of Dreams.

In Truman's view, no matter how powerful a Uniqueness was, it could be corrupted by a Sefirah. Once it had "soaked" long enough, he would naturally be able to indirectly use these two Uniquenesses through his control over the Dream Phosphor.

"The reshaping and distortion of rules, as well as the tide of civilization's development."

Both abilities were powerful enough to enrich Truman's combat capabilities.

"It will still take some time." Truman looked at the two Uniquenesses floating in the Sea of Dreams and nodded with satisfaction.

Next, he took out the Pen of Alsuhod.

This quill, transformed from the characteristic of the Dragon of Nightmare, had finally reached his hands.

The quill trembled in his hand; it likely knew that two "predecessors" had just been thrown into the Sea of Dreams for a bath.

"Let's have a try." Truman flipped directly to the third page of the Book of Dreams—"Causality."

The two had a certain degree of overlap in their abilities, which meant that if used simultaneously, they would receive a tremendous boost.

"..." Truman scratched his head, then wrote on the Book of Dreams, "The Demon Monarch is in a poor mental state, influenced by the desire for destruction; he has prepared a plan to make the world feel the terror of the Abyss once again, and has begun to take action."

Ssh!

The handwriting on the "Causality" page shattered instantly; he could not yet forcibly interfere with the fate of an Ancient God.

"Is the power I can mobilize insufficient?" Truman sensed this and nodded slightly.

The power he could currently mobilize from the Book of Dreams was roughly at the level of a King of Angels, similar to the blank-slate state of Sasrir, and was still far from being able to interfere with deities.

A deity was a qualitative change in all pathways, representing the concept of authority itself.

"Influenced by the Elf King mobilizing a large amount of seawater to participate in the divine war, the Abyssal Demon race has crawled out of the Abyss on a large scale to attack the territories of various races."

Truman thought for a moment and wrote this line on the book again.

Just like hundreds of years ago, the Demon Monarch of that time and the Destruction Demon Wolf had been in the same situation, with the demons under their command constantly causing trouble throughout the world, taking the destruction and defilement of the entire world as their mission.

Hum!

Truman watched the words on the book slowly fade away. He looked up outside the divine kingdom, sensing a faint power transmitting outward; the wheels of history had begun to roll forward.

If it were only the power of the Pen of Alsuhod, the Demon Monarch might have noticed.

After all, demons mastered the ability of crisis perception as early as Sequence 6, and at the level of a Demon Monarch, He could know of anything disadvantageous to Himself.

Just like in the war that killed three Ancient Gods, the Demon Monarch had been the one to run faster than the Phoenix, who mastered part of the "Door" pathway.

But now, with "Causality" combined with the Pen of Alsuhod, it reached a higher level, allowing this intervention of fate to be shielded by the Book of Dreams.

The Demon Monarch would likely not be able to detect it.

"This will be a relatively long period."

Demons would continuously harass and invade the major extraordinary races until the major extraordinary races could no longer tolerate it and launched a war in anger.

Such things were very logical; they had happened countless times over the past thousands of years.

As long as the war began, it would not stop easily.

In a corner of the city-state that had just escaped total annihilation, a boy saw a freshly prepared potion in the hands of the tall Priest.

"I have three formulas on hand: God-Blood Warrior, Hunter, and Assassin. Respectively..."

"Among them, the 'Giant' pathway has Sequence 7 and below, while 'Hunter' and 'Assassin' are Sequence 9 and Sequence 8."

"I don't have enough materials on hand right now, so I can only prepare one Assassin potion." The Priest held up the stone jar in his hand, which contained a potion swirling like shadows.

"I will warn you one last time: the potion can help us resist demons, but at the same time, we will also become demons."

The Priest, a "Weapon Master," looked at the boy, who still had boundless longing in his eyes, and gave his final warning.

"I only want to live, and... to pursue Angel Sir!" The boy snatched the potion rudely.

"The Lord has pardoned you; no one will ever hurt you again!" The Priest shook his head. "Everyone who drove you out of the city-state will also be punished."

"But I don't believe you!" The boy stubbornly stood against the world. "Absolutely not!"

"Child..." The Priest wanted to remedy something. "It was my dereliction of duty that I didn't save you..."

Before the Priest could finish his sentence, the boy drank the potion in the stone jar in one gulp.

The potion went down his throat, gradually merging into his body. The stone jar in his hand slipped to the ground, his eyes turned pitch black, and shadows seemed to surge beneath his skin.

"Meditate, quickly!" The Priest's expression was grave as he let out a loud shout, trying to use it to awaken the boy.

While preparing the potion, he had already popularized various knowledge to the boy, but the boy who had drunk the potion seemed to have already lost the ability to think.

It was only more difficult for a child to maintain sanity under the influence of a potion.

But just at this moment, the ray of Sun light on his forehead took effect. The "purification" of the Sun stabilized the boy's will, allowing him to complete the meditation.

The boy seemed to have great talent in studying such mysticism, and he quickly gathered his spirituality and completed the advancement.

"...You are lucky." The Priest looked at the boy, his tone complex.

"Tell me your name; I need to register you."

"Cheek!" the boy said his name.