Chapter 152: The Artisan

The "Perfecter" froze, the surprise coming too unexpectedly.

He forced himself to enter a state of mechanical mind, beginning to weigh the pros and cons.

Being able to obtain the "Scroll of Civilization" and even a chance to become a True God was naturally worth rejoicing over.

But the price also caused the "Perfecter" to fall into a state of paralysis.

"Follow me." Chumen took the "Perfecter" and directly Roamed, arriving at the Eastern Continent and returning to Fantasy Land.

"This is..." The "Perfecter" was shocked by Fantasy Land; the potential madness that was almost always with him seemed to calm down the moment he entered Fantasy Land.

"This is my Fantasy Land." Chumen introduced it briefly and took the "Perfecter" back to his own God's Kingdom.

"Fantasy Land?" The "Perfecter" seemed to have heard this name in the doctrines of the Dream Sect, but he had never imagined it was actually in the Forsaken Land of the Gods!

This land, already abandoned by the gods, was actually the Fantasy Land that Dream Sect followers longed for!

It truly is...

"Oh, Teacher, why did you bring someone back again?" Amon suddenly appeared in Fantasy Land; this was one of his Angel-level avatars, having long ago snuck back through a loophole in the Forsaken Land of the Gods and lived in this piece of God's Kingdom.

This was not difficult for a King of Angels.

Of course, in order not to be expelled, this Amon could be considered the one with the highest moral standards among all of Amon's avatars and his main body, a veritable model!

He did not steal, did not deceive, did not play pranks, and was even happy to help others and perform miracles; for a time, this Amon even made Chumen feel it was absurd, so he didn't find it easy to throw him out.

"Is that the Civilization Enlightener, the 'Perfecter'?" In the current world, the "Civilization Enlightener" is one of a kind, so it was easy to recognize him.

Amon stared at the "Perfecter" with great interest, curious about the reason he was able to come here.

Fantasy Land is completely isolated from the outside world; apart from Chumen, the only Angels or True Gods who can enter and exit freely are likely only Bethel, Amon, and Hermes.

"Time Angel." The "Perfecter" nodded lightly toward Amon.

"Let's go." Chumen took the "Perfecter" into the Fairy Tale Castle and let the "Perfecter" sit in the position once occupied by Solomon.

"Do you want to become a True God?" Chumen asked.

"I do!" The "Perfecter" no longer hid his longing for a divine throne.

That is power, status, and "perfection"!

"Then sign this." Chumen directly manifested a contract.

Its content was roughly that Chumen would provide the "Perfecter" with the Characteristic to become a god, and the price would be paid by the "Perfecter" after becoming a god.

This includes but is not limited to standing unconditionally on Chumen's side provided it is not life-threatening, and after becoming a god, he must search for traces of the "Knowledge Wilderness" everywhere in the world to retrieve the lost "Knowledge Emperor"...

The "Perfecter" browsed through the contract at an extremely fast speed, then decisively left his Spirituality behind.

This was somewhat beyond Chumen's expectations.

"I don't want to regret the hesitation of this moment in the years to come." The "Perfecter" looked at Chumen and earnestly stated his reason.

"Very good!" Chumen was very satisfied; with a wave of his hand, all the Characteristics related to the "Perfecter" pathway in his possession fell into the hands of the "Perfecter."

"You can start preparing for your ritual to become a god; if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to my Fantasy Land to take a look."

The ritual to become a god for a "Perfecter" must be related to perfection, and whether it is a perfect world or a perfect person, both can be found in Fantasy Land.

This place originally possessed the power to realize all kinds of absurd human dreams, and perfection did not seem out of reach.

"Thank you, Dream Crown!" The "Perfecter" stood up and bowed solemnly to Chumen, thanking him for his support.

"Oh, right!" Chumen suddenly thought of something, "If you still haven't digested the Sequence 1 Potion even when the ritual to become a god is about to be completed, you can try swallowing the Sequence 0 Potion raw."

The "Perfecter" was stunned beyond words, and then he thought this was a form of protection given to him by Dream, thanking him again.

No... this is your own trait.

You are the only one who can successfully advance without fully digesting; even those two "Snakes of Fate" do not have this kind of fortune.

The "Perfecter" slowly retreated, while Chumen remained sitting on the high-backed chair, deep in thought.

The next few hundred years will likely be the most peaceful few hundred years since the Third Epoch; the empire will no longer wage war, and the Church will also devote itself to missionary work, which is the best opportunity for ordinary people to develop.

"But I can't stay idle." Chumen sighed softly; even ignoring the gradually intensifying Corruption from Outer Gods, the infiltration of Source Quality is also a troublesome matter.

The most critical point is that in the entire North and South Continents, he is the most suitable person to deal with Source Quality; even if other True Gods were to step in, they would all face the danger of being corrupted by Source Quality and then going mad.

"I am called Dream, but my life is not dreamy enough..." Chumen complained, then called for Bethel to search the world for traces of Source Quality.

This will be a long process.

"The old man really didn't hold back at all! He really hit me!"

In the capital of the Solomon Kingdom, a man in his thirties walked out of the prominent gate of the Zoroast Family.

He wore a pointed, stiff black hat, and his coat buttons were mismatched, scattered and chaotic, asymmetrical and uncoordinated, very much in the style of the Solomon Empire.

There were several bruises on his face; "Dream Stealers" are not known for their physical fitness, and the wounds were still aching.

"If I didn't have a banquet today, I would definitely go and report you for assaulting a Viscount of the Empire." Mobet Zoroast lowered his voice, not daring to let a certain Angel within the family hear him.

Mobet walked through the capital of the Solomon Kingdom and arrived at the castle of another great noble; this belonged to the Tudor Family, one of the families most valued by the Emperor.

"Mobet, you're late!" A young man, dressed just as bizarrely and asymmetrically as Mobet, came out to greet him personally.

"Who hit you? Was it someone from the Abraham Family?" The young man asked in astonishment when he saw the bruises on Mobet's face.

"No, it was the old man in my family who beat me." Mobet maintained his aristocratic demeanor, slightly reserved, with no respect in his words, and carried an air of arrogance even when facing others.

"..." The young man surnamed Tudor showed some envy on his face, "The one in your family is truly unique; I can't even see my ancestor a few times a year."

"Unh-huh?" Mobet raised his eyebrows, feeling the pain on his face diminish for a moment, feeling somewhat proud, "I actually like yours; they don't care about you, and as long as nothing major happens, they let you do whatever you want."

As they spoke, both walked into the Tudor Family's castle.

Today was the day the Tudor Family would hold an aristocratic gathering, and all young clansmen below the level of Demigod from all the great noble families had received invitations.