Chapter 138: Regarding Dream

On this special day, the "Black Emperor" and the "Death" were born almost simultaneously; this news left even the True Gods speechless, yet they had no choice but to acknowledge it.

And the war in the Northern Continent ceased the moment the Black Emperor was fully born.

Whether it was the "Sun" reading in the white high tower or the "Dream" knocking on the door outside the "Abyss of Storms," both vanished at the same time.

The "Mother Goddess of Earth" and the "Hanged Man," who were playing an exhibition match above the Astral World, also departed after leaving behind an entangled shadow and a storm of life.

Besides them, the ones who ran the fastest were the two brothers, Amon and Adam; neither Medici nor Ouroboros could stop them.

"Hmph! Little crow, next time I see you, I'll burn all your feathers off!" Medici sheathed their blood-colored greatsword and returned to the True Divine Kingdom with Ouroboros.

The remaining Church forces also withdrew; after the Black Emperor's birth, His mausoleum carried a certain divine power, and attacking it directly was tantamount to suicide.

"It is over." Bethel brought all the Solomon angels back to the capital of the Solomon Empire.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Bethel bowed and saluted the Solomon who walked out from the mausoleum.

Deep within the pupils of Solomon, who had become the Black Emperor, hid a cluster of lingering Order Shadow; merely standing in place caused the surrounding air to distort slightly, as if to twist the world's regulated order to suit Himself.

This was the trait of the "Black Emperor."

"Your contribution is immense; you may ask for whatever you need." Solomon was sufficiently respectful to Bethel, this meritorious official.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor." Bethel responded neither humbly nor arrogantly, but He truly had nothing He wanted...

While Solomon was lavishly bestowing rewards, Chumen, who had returned from the Southern Continent, also arrived back at his own duke's castle.

"Yo, a rare guest!" Chumen had just entered the door when he saw the uninvited Adam.

"Why have you become so timid? Not even daring to come see me in your true form?" Chumen took out the Dream Book to isolate the internal and external Fate.

"I was afraid you wouldn't be calm enough and would directly bind me to give to the 'True'." Adam sat opposite Chumen, quite calmly.

"I did have that thought." Chumen admitted frankly; if it had been Adam's true form, he might have really done it.

"I had anticipated this."

Adam maintained his warm smile, "The confrontation between humanity and godhood was the plan I initially set; originally, everything would have gone very smoothly, until one side gained the advantage or made a sacrifice."

"But you are the only unpredictable variable in my plan." Adam's golden eyes stared at Chumen.

This was already the third time Adam had discussed this issue with Chumen.

"I have made certain responses to this."

Adam's words made the corners of Chumen's mouth twitch uncontrollably.

"So you've come to show your cards to me?" Chumen leaned back in his high-backed chair, arms crossed, watching Adam.

"We are friends, aren't we?" Adam's expression did not change, and he did not answer directly, "It's just that you might prefer the human side of the 'True'."

"I understand this as well."

Chumen did not know which was better, humanity or godhood, but Chumen, who firmly believed he was human and always maintained a human form, undoubtedly leaned more toward humanity.

Likewise, Chumen also preferred to be friends with someone full of emotional color rather than a Statue that only calculated gains and losses.

"What preparations did you make when you were the Creator?" Chumen stopped pressing and asked this question instead.

"Mainly the issue of inheritance distribution," Adam said.

"The 'True' obtained the Dream Council, and I obtained the 'Blasphemy Slate' and some knowledge that even the 'True' does not know."

Adam and Sasriel were of the same origin; if Chumen had not favored one side, they could have vied for a seat in the Dream Council, but He had never tried.

"Knowledge that even Sasriel does not know?" Chumen raised an eyebrow, becoming somewhat interested in this knowledge.

As a clone that had separated more thoroughly from the Creator's main body, Sasriel indeed had some things that were not shared.

"Yes." Adam nodded slightly, "Most of it is some memories of that 'God' and prophecies about the future."

"Let me guess..." Chumen suddenly realized something, "For example, something related to Dream?"

Adam did not deny it.

The Solomon Empire was truly established; all the major True Gods and their Churches had to acknowledge its rule, and Emperor Solomon even displayed the might of a True God.

And after a round of rewarding merits, the major dukes also obtained large fiefs in Solomon, enough to let their families prosper for a thousand years.

Others who performed outstandingly in this founding war also received their due rewards.

This was the beginning of the Solomon Empire's prosperity.

But not even ten years had passed when news came from the Southern Continent that a behemoth comparable to the Solomon Empire was about to be established—the Balam Empire!

The moment this news spread, it quickly gained the support of all the True Gods; it was completely different from the founding war experienced by the Solomon Empire, being two complete extremes.

Even under the influence of some power, His Majesty the Black Emperor released news that He would send a delegation to the Balam Empire to attend its founding ceremony.

"Tsk, a small change has occurred." Chumen had no opinion on the two great empires standing side by side in the North and South Continents, letting things take their natural course.

"As for the True Gods side..."

Chumen opened the Dream Book, his consciousness entering the Dream Kingdom.

It was another Dream Council.

Under the starry sky of Dream, four figures sat simultaneously in the high-backed chairs around the round table.

"Good afternoon, everyone." As the convener, Chumen naturally greeted the other three.

The other three, some sullen and some reclusive, only nodded slightly.

"I heard some interesting things happened on your side." Chumen looked at Amanises and Lilith.

"Regarding the Gods Alliance." Amanises brought up this term directly.

"Gods Alliance?"

"All the True Gods except for you two and the Black Emperor." Lilith listed the members of this so-called Gods Alliance.

"That makes six..." Chumen blinked, "Night Goddess," "Mother Goddess of Earth," "God of War," "Lord of Storms," "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," "Death."

A total of six True Gods.

"What a grand gesture..." Chumen clicked his tongue in wonder, then looked at Amanises, "Can the God of War and Death refrain from taking action against you?"

"If Leodero is willing to sit down and have a talk with Herabogen, what else is impossible?"

Instead, it was Sasriel who spoke up to explain.

"You are too strong," Amanises said, hitting the nail on the head.

The alliance currently formed by the Solomon Empire has already made the other True Gods feel immense pressure, even temporarily overshadowing their own desire for the Characteristics of adjacent Pathways.