Waking Up to See You

Void Realm, Distant Void Domain, Gospel Dream Bubble.

"After they created a god, they actually happened to seize the Thousand Wishes Inheritance and inherit the Thousand Wishes Heaven?"

In the cafe, the Phantom Prophet sat on a high stool and watched the barista slowly grind out a rich, fragrant cup of coffee that gave off purple mist.

Beside him stood a group of people of varying appearances. Some were young and beautiful, some bright and handsome, some cold and gloomy, but right now, without exception, they all gazed respectfully at the Phantom Prophet's shoes.

"Sir, here is your Hazel Mushroom Coffee."

The Phantom Prophet lifted the coffee cup and took a gentle sip. Not only was the coffee free of any sour bitterness, it even had an aftertaste of hazelnut and orange. But compared to that, he cared more about the changes in his soul.

He could tell that after drinking this cup of coffee, a trace of matte silver had been smeared into his Soul Body. Because the change was truly too tiny, mortals would never be able to distinguish it. Only the Phantom Prophet, who retained a Demigod realm in the Soul School, could sense this minuscule difference.

The overwhelming majority of artificers treated Dream Bubbles as adventure stages and focused wholeheartedly on exploring affixes. Even if some were interested in the dream realms inside the bubbles, they only sampled them briefly. Very few could dig out the true value of Dream Bubbles.

Only someone like the Phantom Prophet, who had lived two lives—three, if his resurrection was counted—could realize through all sorts of secrets what he had once missed.

A person's "aptitude" might be granted at birth, but "talent" could be influenced by the acquired environment. This influence was not the guidance of literary and entertainment works,