Chapter 187: The Original Dream

All things were silent, as if the world had returned to the glorious Third Epoch.

That was the era when the Creator controlled everything.

But now it is the Fourth Epoch, known as the Epoch of Gods.

"No, it should be the Dream Epoch..." Solomon sighed softly; He had awakened from the haze, understanding everything.

The gods were silent at this moment, waiting for something.

Chumen reached out and pressed down, and the entire world immediately stabilized; the turmoil caused by the Original Barrier could no longer reach Earth.

He reached out and pulled, and the Spear of Destiny that had pierced the two Emperors returned to his hand.

The bodies of the two Emperors also collapsed at this moment, turning into countless Characteristics that fell into the Real World.

It was another meteor shower.

Chumen held the Spear of Destiny, its tip pointing diagonally, looking toward every corner of the world; the gods were silent and wordless.

"Gods shall guard the borders, no divine descent allowed!" Dream said.

Rumble!

The God's Kingdoms of all deities shook violently at this moment.

The Abyss of Storms, the Dark Kingdom, the World of Knowledge...

All the God's Kingdoms of the deities ascended to the Astral World, blocking the weak points of the Original Barrier entirely.

Under the great power of Dream, all the God's Kingdoms seemed to be embedded into the Original Barrier, stabilizing the trembling Original Barrier.

Deities such as the "Lord of Storms," the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," and the "God of Combat" were shocked and angry because their God's Kingdoms were forcibly pressed against the barrier, but under the deterrence of the Spear of Destiny and Dream, they dared not make the slightest move.

The current Spear of Destiny was even more terrifying.

It had been stained with too much God's Blood, had killed the most gods, and even a "Half-Old One."

The strange patterns on the Spear of Destiny had also gained one more type: black-red lines carrying the aura of "decay," coming from Salinger.

Formed in the Third Epoch, having passed through an epoch, this Spear of Destiny was finally complete.

Chumen's gaze fell once again upon his allies, Sasriel and Solomon.

"Later, I will also move my God's Kingdom to the Astral World," Sasriel and Solomon both stated.

Now that there is a problem with the Original Barrier, no deity can escape it.

However, Chumen's confinement had no restrictions on his own allies, meaning they could descend as gods at any time.

This was the privilege of the victors of the faction.

The struggle between the Gods Alliance and the Creator Alliance, or rather the Dream Alliance, could be considered over at this moment.

The Dream Alliance had achieved a total victory.

"Good," Chumen nodded lightly.

Only then did He turn his attention to another point he was concerned about.

"Where did Cheek go?" Chumen's consciousness extended without limit; the entire North and South Continents held no more secrets in his eyes.

"The 'City of Calamity'?" Chumen's consciousness suddenly touched a patch of grayish-white mist.

"This is a trouble." Light flickered in Chumen's eyes as he forcibly calculated the traces of the "Primordial Witch."

Hum!

But just at this moment, Chumen turned his head abruptly, looking toward a certain direction in the Real World.

That was the Hornacis Mountain Range.

"Eternal Sleep," Dream said.

At the same time, Chumen's body appeared directly inside the largest palace of the Hornacis Mountain Range.

The will of Dream acted upon the deepest part of the palace, interrupting the awakening of a certain will.

Chumen stepped into the palace, and looking up, he saw "Antigonus" sitting on the throne.

But the He of now was no longer just Him.

"Tsk, you have actually reached this point."

Antigonus kept his eyes tightly shut, enduring unspeakable pain, but behind Him, grayish-white mist surged, and slippery tentacles bearing mysterious patterns reached out from within.

It was the awakening will represented by these tentacles that was now talking to Chumen.

"You failed," Chumen smiled lightly.

That will was silent for a moment; failing to completely occupy Antigonus's body during the war of the gods when Chumen was lost was already a failure.

The "Fool" was very good at finding a Loophole, and His grasp of timing was even more precise, invading Antigonus's body when Chumen and Salinger were at war and the gods were in chaos.

If He had succeeded, He would have entered "Sefirah Castle," obtained the final Characteristic, become the "Fool," and then forcibly aggregated the Characteristics; no one would have been able to stop His awakening ever again.

But Chumen had long known that the will of the "Fool" would awaken in Antigonus; how could he let Him succeed?

Even during the period when he was lost, the measures he had laid out remained effective, causing Antigonus and the will of the "Fool" to form a tug-of-war.

And now that he had arrived here, the "Fool" had no more chances.

"Heh, you have already successfully placed yourself in opposition to all of us Oldest Ones."

"Your current state isn't very good either, is it? Not even as good as that one from the Third Epoch."

The "Fool" spoke again, cutting straight to the point.

The last one to do this was the Creator of the Third Epoch, and the Creator's state was actually better than Chumen's current one.

"So, you want to Deception me?" Chumen curled his lips, looking at the grayish-white mist behind Antigonus.

"Sometimes, 'Deception' does not require lies." The will of the "Fool" was flickering, like a candle in the wind.

But the Rule had been Fooling, so He was still able to talk to Chumen.

"Do you know your 'Symbol' yet?"

Chumen did not answer.

"'Initial Dream', 'Pure One', 'the initial Seeker of the unattainable', hehe." The voice of the Lord of Mysteries carried a mocking tone, yet also contained a certain hidden longing.

Just as the Symbol of 'End' must appear when the universe is destroyed, the Symbol of the 'Initial Dream' must naturally be sought from the 'Original Creator'.

That is the root of all things.

If the Lord of Mysteries can be seen as a personality of the 'Original Creator', then likewise, 'Dream' is also His unattainable desire.

Compared to all other Outer Gods, the Lord of Mysteries and God are the most thirsty for this 'Initial Dream'.

No madness, no indifference, no convergence, and no separation; there is not even a need to worry about someone waking up from within oneself.

This is the 'Initial Dream'.

The 'Initial Dream' could almost solve every problem of that 'Original Creator' who created the universe!

"Where is Cheek?" Chumen already had an understanding of his own situation and did not need the Lord of Mysteries to explain it.

"Her?" The tone of the Lord of Mysteries held an added sense of playfulness.

"The same unattainable desire, the same initial Symbol..."

Chumen's expression darkened; he reached out and gripped, completely crushing this awakening will.

"... I am looking forward to it!"

The will of the Lord of Mysteries dissipated, and Antigonus regained control of his body.

"Your Excellency Dream..." Antigonus woke up, his eyes dazed and at a loss; he only had the memory of the Lord of Mysteries' will awakening within him without warning, followed only by painful struggle.

"It has nothing to do with you; go on living your little life." Chumen's mood was truly not good; he merely dropped a hint and left directly.

"..." Antigonus frowned deeply, bewildered.