Truman's eyes fell on the handsome man. For a moment, he was even a little dazzled. He could only say the man was just a tiny bit better-looking than he was!
"What would happen if someone like him drank a Witch potion? Too bad I won't get to see."
In Truman's mind, the Robe of the Sage had already analyzed a piece of information, and he had also recognized the Angel.
[Angel of Fate: Ouroboros]
It was the only piece of information, and Truman already knew it.
In the vision granted by the Book of Dreams within Truman, this Angel of Fate was shrouded in a dense shadow. Behind that Curtain of Shadows lay an ocean whose color was impossible to describe.
He was favored by an existence of an exceedingly high Sequence Status.
"Danger!"
For the first time, Truman sensed an overwhelming threat. The thing behind that shadow could have a terrifying effect on his very existence!
"Threat level almost as high as the Eternal Sleeper!"
"The Chaos Sea... I mustn't touch the Sefirah!" Truman realized.
The Book of Dreams seemed to sense Truman's will and opened of its own accord. Dream Phosphor spilled out, about to collide with that dense shadow!
"Stop!" At that moment, the figure hidden behind the shadow was almost reflected in Truman's eyes.
At Truman's will, the Dream Phosphor transformed into seven-colored butterflies, turning into brilliant radiance as if a dream had entered reality.
Fortunately, the other party also managed to suppress that restless power. He didn't let the seawater, which seemed to contain all secrets, come pouring out.
The two had not clashed in a way that could be called a Sefirah-level collision, but that power had still spread outward.
"Oh no!" Truman hadn't anticipated things turning out this way. He could even sense a gaze falling on him.
The gaze carried a touch of savagery and madness. After all, the Giant Race were hardly a friendly bunch, and Truman had caused trouble here. The consequences were easy to imagine.
"It should be the Goddess of Harvest, Omebella." The thought flashed through Truman's mind.
This was her kingdom. Naturally, she had sensed the aura of a Sefirah that had appeared here. She was casting her gaze down upon the place in the same way she answered her believers' prayers—and she wasn't even far away!
Before Truman could respond, he felt every blade of grass turning hostile toward him. The entire land seemed to have changed, turning against him and rejecting him, as if it intended to become the grave that buried him.
Even his own body began to mutate. His hair started to wither, about to wilt like a plant.
Truman's figure flashed and became indistinct, breaking apart into a mass of complex knowledge and transforming into an Information Torrent.
"Hey! Why are you still standing there? Let's go!"
Truman glanced at Ouroboros, who still hadn't recovered from the shock of the Chaos Sea's power. Taking the stunned Hermes with him, he teleported to Ouroboros's side. The three of them began to wander, preparing to leap into the Spirit World.
But before Truman, Hermes, and the Angel had even stepped into the Spirit World, their way was blocked by a mass of wildly growing plants.
"Mystical Reenactment, Emperor's New Clothes!"
In a blink, the corner of Truman's garment fluttered. A robe made entirely of knowledge, invisible to the eye, draped over Truman and the others.
They seemed to disappear, yet still truly existed, drifting lightly through the plants.
The three of them began wandering again and entered the Spirit World.
The two Pathways contained in the Gloves of the Ancient enjoyed special privileges in the Spirit World, so they had nothing to fear from Omebella. Of course, the entire clash had been an accident, completely outside the plan. Truman decided to make a hasty exit.
Without hesitation, Truman was about to leave the battlefield for good when a desolate Twilight blocked his way.
Well, this was just great! The Giant King had also cast his gaze here after sensing the aura of a Sefirah.
As for the gap between a True God and Sequence Two, one could look to the later era, when the Death Consul was nearly "killed by a glance" from the Blood Emperor.
"Go on, look at me!" Truman had more or less determined the Sequence Status of the Book of Dreams, so he raised it up, wanting the Giant King to take a look—preferably letting the Dream Phosphor fall on him!
The Chaos Sea could corrupt the Dragon of Imagination. There was no reason my Book of Dreams couldn't do the same!
"Let There Be Light!"
A clear, resonant voice sounded beside Truman's ear, making him lower the Book of Dreams in his hands.
A god had intervened. He didn't need to trouble himself after all.
The sun blazed in the Astral World, high above the endless reaches, its scorching light tearing through the desolate Twilight.
"Roar!" A terrifying roar shook the entire Spirit World.
But beneath the sun's searing light, the desolate Twilight seemed far too mad and chaotic. It couldn't break through the sun's barrier.
"Let's go!" Truman looked back and saw the terrifying phantom of a Giant. He held a greatsword and wore battered armor. His true face was hidden, and Dusk lay behind him.
This was Giant King Aurmir!
So this was an Ancient God! Truman had never expected to see him. It all stemmed from the unpredictable clash between the Chaos Sea and the Book of Dreams.
"Could the Book of Dreams really be a Sefirah? But I've never heard of one!" As Truman fretted, his wandering came to an end.
With a guiding hand and the fate interference of the now-awakened Ouroboros, they arrived in an unfamiliar kingdom, at an unfamiliar church.
Before them stood a man like the sun, dressed in a white clerical robe with a silver cross hanging on his chest.
The first thing Truman noticed was his eyes. They were pure gold, like a miniature sun.
This was none other than the current Sun God, who would later be given the title "Ancient."
Of course, by now he might already have called himself the Creator.
"Who are you?" Truman and the Ancient Sun God spoke at the same time, both fixing their gazes on each other.
But in the next moment, both very sensibly closed their eyes and turned their heads away.
In that instant, Truman saw a dark sea that seemed to contain every secret in the world. The Ancient Sun God, in turn, saw brilliant Dream Phosphor that held every beautiful Wish.
Both were worth investigating, but both men sensed danger at the same time. They turned away, cutting off an exchange on some mysterious level.
Otherwise, the scene of what seemed like a Sefirah collision would have happened again.
"You can call me the Sun God." The Ancient Sun God looked over again, but there was no longer any hint of curiosity in his gaze. It was merely ordinary.
"My name is Truman." There was a little less flickering phosphorescence in Truman's eyes, too.
"Truman?" The Ancient Sun God paused, pronouncing the name in a way that didn't belong to this era. "Truemen?"
"Let There Be Light?" Truman repeated the Ancient Sun God's earlier line.
As expected, the Ancient Sun God's attitude changed slightly.
There was also a subtle, hard-to-describe shift in the atmosphere between them.
Well... probably for the better.
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