Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"...Being separated from reality for three hundred years? How long have I been hanging on the gray fog?" Klein was shrouded in some deep fear, and he couldn't tell where it came from.

"This ceremony is tailor-made for me..." Klein wanted to raise the corners of his mouth and show a "clown" smile, but he really couldn't smile.

Does the "clown" laugh at fate, or laugh at himself in fate?

I don’t know how long it took, but Klein regained his composure and sacrificed the formula and materials above the gray mist.

"My fate is actually doomed." Klein's feeling became clearer and clearer after seeing the "ancient scholar"'s ceremony.

"'Dream' may be my glimmer of hope!" Klein instinctively rejected the cloak on the gray mist that squeezed into his body, and moved closer to "Dream."

"Promote through the 'Dream' path first!" Klein quickly skipped work. Anyway, as a deacon, he was often away from the church, so he didn't care how many times he went.

Klein came directly to the Truman Manor. This was his first visit to the manor since his thanksgiving after being promoted to demigod.

It was still a little embarrassing to face Truman at this time, but it was no longer necessary not to come.

"Hello, sir, Bishop Truman has gone out." What Klein didn't expect was that Truman, who couldn't stand being a homebody, actually went out.

"Did he say when he would be back?" Klein asked the waiter.

"The bishop went to the Honakis Mountains, and it may take a long time to come back." The waiter replied respectfully.

"Honakis Mountains..." Klein's spirit jumped slightly when he heard this name.

"This is what the bishop ordered me to give to you." The waiter handed over a piece of parchment.

"Thank you." Klein took the parchment and opened it gently.

"'Dream' path sequence three, 'True Apostle', promotion ceremony: embody a thing, make it real, and gain recognition from enough people."

"'True Apostle'?" Klein looked at the ritual on the parchment with some disbelief, "Creation?!"

After Sequence 6 of the "Dream" path, "The Man in the Painting", Clay can draw something in the painting and then materialize it through dreamy phosphorescence.

But this kind of creation is essentially a dreamy phosphorescence, which is just a change in form. It is more like an "illusion" that breaks through the boundaries of reality and reality.

Now the "True Apostle" is to make this creation real?

This is almost a method of creation!

"Is this too exaggerated?" Klein looked at this ceremony in astonishment, "And what is your relationship with the 'True Creator'?!"

"No!" Klein intuitively sensed his own fallacy. The power of the "Causal One" could not complete this ritual of the Creator no matter what.

“The point should be to make enough people think it’s true, then it’s not true and it’s true!”

When everyone believes that something is true, the untrue evaluation becomes a lie.

"Something's still wrong. After this ritual is completed, doesn't the 'True Apostle' really have a certain degree of creation power? Is that something that Sequence Three can do?!"

The eight in the sequence of the "Dream" pathway are called "Illusionists", and their strongest ability is the "boundary between virtuality and reality". It is said that the ultimate in illusion is reality, and now there really is a "True Apostle".

"The 'Dream' path seems to have changed qualitatively since Sequence Five, which is the 'Fairytale Mage', and requires a promotion ceremony. It is even more outrageous than before."

"Theoretically, there is no upper limit to the abilities that the 'Fairy Tale Mage' can possess. It all depends on its own creative power and is all-encompassing."

"If the causal thread of the 'Causal Blessed One' is used well, he is like a smaller 'writer', controlling destiny like a spider spinning a web."

"The 'True Apostle' is even more exaggerated. It already has the power to realize reality."

Klein took this parchment and returned to his own manor next door, already thinking about his "True Apostle" ceremony.

"The ritual is not impossible, it just requires some time and skills..."

After understanding the essence of the ritual, Klein already had corresponding ideas. The rituals of the "dream" pathway naturally required the ability to complete the dream.

…

The Kingdom of Night, this is a strange small country under the Honakis Mountains.

It is located within the Solomon Empire, but it has always existed strangely, and even the empire has not taken strong measures to naturalize it.

Of course, in fact and in name, this small country also swore allegiance to Solomon.

"You're doing quite well here." Truman nodded in surprise as he walked in this ancient and modern city.

"It's all thanks to the Dream Cults. The Kingdom of Night is the second largest gathering place of Dream Cults in the world." Truman was followed by Antigonus.

As a super-ancient being who survived the Second Age, his face is relatively young. Unfortunately, his long hair has turned gray. His eyes are unusually dark and deep, hiding an indescribable sense of vicissitudes of life.

Antigonus looked at this city, which he had guarded for thousands of years, and even resisted leaving when he saw the "Origin Castle" appearing.

And after he received the corresponding revelation of fate and prepared to go to Backlund, the "Dream" who had saved him many times appeared in front of him.

"Don't you want me to go to Backlund?" After Antigonus led Truman around the city, he invited him to the palace above the mountains.

There is a marionette city here, and its layout is not much different from the Kingdom of Night at the foot of the mountain.

"No," Truman denied, "I just came to give you something. After all, you have been my angel for so many years."

"You have given me the 'Mask of the Fool'." Antigonus frowned slightly. His face seemed to have an illusory mask manifested. There were mysterious symbols flowing on the mask. Even the angels were attracted by it. One can be fooled at a glance.

This is "half a fool".

"I gave it to you and you don't want it anymore?" Truman ignored the mask.

"I'm... afraid that I won't be able to bear it." He was not being modest, Antigonus meant it sincerely when he said this.

At His current status, it is natural to know that the gifts of fate have a price.

"With my worth, do you think there is anything about you that can arouse my interest?" Truman said speechlessly.

"It seems there really isn't." Antigonus thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

"Ha." Truman showed half-terminal disdain. A crystal ball appeared in his hand and he threw it directly to Antigonus.

"I lent you the 'Mask of the Fool' originally, and what you have now is your salary for being my angel for two thousand years."

Although Truman is a semi-finalist, he is not a capitalist who only knows how to exploit. His wages have been in arrears for two thousand years, but isn't this given!