Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

The final winner? Saslier nodded slightly. This was expected. Only Mystery can sit on that chair, not the person who sits on that chair can become Mystery.

The topic of secret was soon revealed.

I hope you can teach Amon for a while. Saslier requested Truman. As for Adam, he did not speak and would personally teach the eldest son of God.

Um... So I'm waiting here! Truman rejected Saslier in disguise before, but now he seems to have no reason to refuse.

Isn’t this what it means to be Amon’s teacher?

Truman glanced at Amon. The little kid looked at Medici with an unhappy expression. Medici had a slightly provocative smile, as if he was encouraging Amon to steal his uniqueness...

Medici is also a born mythical creature, that is, the Creator himself can make him believe in awe, but the Creator's son is not in this range.

Huh? Amon suddenly turned his head and looked at Truman, who had no presence behind Saslier. At the same time, Adam was also paying attention to Truman.

When Truman paid attention to them, the two only children who became sperms were keenly aware of the difference between Truman and other angels.

interesting!

Damn it, Amon, who is only four days old, already knows how to push a monocle...

As for Adam, he showed Truman a pure and innocent smile.

Tsk…

Truman nodded slightly and agreed.

After that, all the angels and believers fell silent, watching the Creator turn into a blazing light and gradually disappear into the star world.

At that moment, a huge rain of light fell from the sky, covering almost the entire world, and penetrated into the bodies of all living things bit by bit.

This is the baptism of the old days, a combination of the power of sun and dream, which can calm the madness in the body, similar to Truman's dreamy phosphorescence.

It's just that... this baptism of the Creator is very special and has the effect of naturalization. After today, unbelievers will praise the sun, and believers will not reject the sun.

This is the power of a Creator.

He would not stop singing praises to the Creator for seven days and seven nights. Truman slipped away midway, returned to the dreamland, and opened Everything.

In this page, everything has an additional change, which is fantasy. Now he can even directly transform into the dragon of fantasy and play the role of the one who moves in this world.

Wonderful! Truman pointed his finger, and he began to undergo some subtle changes. He did not directly transform into a dragon, but maintained a human form. His skin was fluorescent white, and if you look closely, you can see some dense dragon scales.

His eyes also became clear enough, as if they could reflect the entire world.

Have I become a god? A 'visionary'? Truman indeed felt the personality of a real god, not like the illusion of the previous elves, but a complete personality of a god!

The power of 'utopia' really suits me very well!

There seemed to be a world taking shape in Truman's eyes, with tall buildings, busy traffic, iron birds with wings flying, and iron shells with round legs running.

One of the powers of Dreamers is that the kingdom of fantasy will surely come to the real world.

If Truman is willing, when this scene comes, it will be a real miracle city.

However, Truman shook his head slightly and did not let the city come, and instead thought about other aspects of the utopian power.

Needless to say, the main two aspects of power are not weaker than the Dragon of Fantasy, but some applications in other aspects make Truman very concerned.

I don't have any characteristics in my body, so can I just dream up two sequences?

Truman blinked, and then two balls of light fell on his hands.

Two copies of the Writer trait!

It's real, but it's also illusory. Truman frowned, understanding the essence.

These two writer characteristics can be mixed into a potion and drunk, but the prerequisite is that he never removes the effect of the visionary transformation.

Once he releases his own transformation, these two characteristics will still dissipate, and the person who takes the magic potion to become a writer will fall to sequence two, and may even lose control.

And their essence is still dreamy phosphorescence.

Dream creations are something that Truman has mastered from the beginning. They can manifest some ordinary food, buildings, etc., but their essence is still dreamy phosphorescence, and they cannot manifest extraordinary properties.

But it's not without gain... Truman tried his various guesses about the power of dream.

Utopia is also a manifestation of omniscience and omnipotence. It is a very terrifying power to dream up various realities that do not exceed a certain limit.

And this limit is generally the limit of gods. The uniqueness is too special and difficult to imagine.

Truman! Medici's voice sounded from the outside world. Truman was now among the statues and saw Medici knocking his statue with his fist.

Sasril asked me to send this little crow over!

Truman had already seen a crow on Medici's shoulder.

There is an illusory mark around Crow's right eye.

In this short period of time, this born mythical creature has figured out a new way to play.

Truman walked out of the statue and brought the two angel kings to his fairy tale castle.

Well... Lilith has gone to the giant tribe to prepare for the ceremony of becoming a god, and the Angel of Life has also followed.

This place is beautiful, can I steal it?

This... is so polite!

Truman and Medici rolled their eyes at the same time, it was really difficult to evaluate this little crow.

Little crow, if you dare to steal his things, you will definitely be beaten to death. Medici seemed to be persuading, but in reality he was bewitching.

He is a special one among the kings of angels. As a born mythical creature, he is very similar to Amon and Adam. He acts completely according to his nature and only becomes normal when facing the Creator.

At this time, he wanted to watch the excitement.

Are you my teacher? Amon fell to the ground and turned into a three or four-year-old child again. At this time, he raised his head and looked at Truman, full of scrutiny.

In the eyes of this born mythical creature, no one could teach him except his father.

But it was His Father's will that He come here.

Probably. Truman knelt down and looked at the young Amon.

Then do you have anything to teach me? Amon looked at Truman, and a faint light flashed through his crystal-ground monocle. He was stealing Truman's thoughts with his stealer authority.

It's just a shame it failed.

Truman is still hanging on to his utopian power.

This naughty child is like this... Truman comforted himself and said that he would be beaten more often in the future.

However, Truman really thought about it carefully, and suddenly an idea flashed, and a book appeared in his hand.

Book of Brass.