Chapter 202: Venue

"Aside from not obstructing my ascension to the divine throne, I require one other condition." Adam's eyes were fixed on Chumen.

"Very well." Chumen readily agreed.

Adam becoming a god was a game of humanity and divinity between him and Sasriel that did not require much interference from him; in fact, he believed Sasriel would likely let Adam become a god rather than obstruct him.

Whether the game of humanity and divinity was more important, or mastering the Source Quality of a single pathway, was for Sasriel to decide.

As for the other condition, there was no need to worry; Adam would not propose anything too excessive, otherwise, he would turn against him.

"Then it's a deal." As Adam spoke the words "it's a deal," a certain power acted between the two, and in an instant, a contract was formed—a contract guaranteed by the "Dream" Authority.

A contract of this level could ensure that neither party to the transaction would easily violate it.

"What are you planning to do?" After completing the transaction, Adam already felt a certain barrier between himself and this Collective Subconscious Ocean; the ownership had already been transferred to Chumen.

"You will see soon enough." Chumen had already used the "Imagination" and "Dream" Authorities to thoroughly modify the underlying Rules of the Collective Subconscious Ocean.

Even a Sequence 0, or a King of Angels who controls a Unique, can revise or delete knowledge and Authorities of the corresponding sequence.

The most obvious examples of this are the "Gatekeeper" of the Death Pathway and the current "Marauder" pathway.

Both had been modified to a certain extent by the Phoenix Ancestor and Amon.

"0-08 will be given to you when the next fellow countryman arrives; that should also be the best time for you to become a god."

Chumen vanished directly from the high-backed chair. Adam nodded gently upon hearing this and waved his hand to disperse this dream.

……

"The venue is in hand." Chumen appeared in the Dream Castle, reached out into the gloomy Collective Subconscious Sea, and fished out an illusory emblem.

"Still missing a developer." Chumen looked at Roselle in the same city; Chumen's eyes reflected countless bizarre dreams.

This was the "Illusion Dream" Authority; this Authority alone was enough to control all the dreams in this world.

And after thoroughly mastering the Collective Subconscious Sea, Chumen's grasp of dreams was truly the greatest in the universe.

Soon, in the time it took for Chumen to space out for a moment, the sky had already brightened. The invitation to Roselle's banquet had already been delivered to the Dream Castle, and Chumen went to keep the appointment.

This banquet was no simple affair; Roselle had invited the entire upper crust of the Didu in the name of the "God of Craftsman Church," aiming for the most shocking effect.

"Not afraid of playing himself to death..." Chumen muttered. Roselle's playfulness was too great, and his gambling nature was too strong; he had almost forgotten he was still just a Sequence 6.

The banquet was held in the most luxurious manor in the Didu. Carriages engraved with noble crests arrived, and nobles in gorgeous attire stepped down from them.

"Welcome, gentlemen and ladies."

Roselle wore a gorgeous Bishop's vestment and personally received everyone.

"Roselle, if you dare to play me today, you know what the consequences will be." The arrival of a high-ranking official of the Imperial military in uniform pushed Roselle to the forefront of the storm.

Those who came here knew a thing or two; according to Roselle, the new type of cannon was a weapon of mass destruction that would change human warfare, and the military attached great importance to it.

If this experiment failed, Roselle would be blacklisted by the Imperial military.

"You will see!"

Roselle's eyes lit up when he saw this general; this was his primary target for a slap in the face.

After that, not only the military but even many Imperial ministers arrived.

"Roselle, how have you considered the condition I mentioned last time? As long as you nod, even if this time fails, I can guarantee your entry into the military." An Imperial prince even tried to recruit him on the spot.

"Becoming a vassal of my holy Solomon Family is also a Gift."

The arrogance inherent to the royal family made Roselle almost want to stamp his shoe sole onto that face looking down from its nostrils.

Who didn't have someone backing them?

"Roselle." Chumen appeared wearing the dark-colored robe of the Dream Castle, with a coin-style emblem on his chest.

"Someone from the Dream Castle?!" Even the prince's expression changed slightly; he had not expected Roselle to be able to summon someone from the Dream Castle.

"Oh, my friend!" Roselle bypassed the prince directly and welcomed Chumen in.

"You arrived just in time; otherwise, I couldn't guarantee whether I would have stepped on his face."

Roselle gritted his teeth; he hated nothing more than people putting on airs in front of him.

"Someone from the royal family?" Chumen glanced at the prince and nodded slightly. The Solomon Family was truly getting worse with each generation; the current Solomon Empire could be said to bear all the ills of a terminal dynasty. If not for the gods above, it would have been overthrown long ago.

"Sooner or later, I'll let these royal scions know my power." Roselle hummed softly.

"Then I look forward to your performance." Chumen walked to the side on his own; there was quite a bit of good food at this banquet.

"Teacher, there is the latest type of ice cream here." Bethel suddenly appeared at the banquet; except for Chumen, no one else could see Him.

"Oh? The sect has come up with something new again?" Chumen tasted it with a spoon; the flavor was not bad.

Well, the Dream Sect focused on developing gourmet food, initially for the sake of sacrifices.

The object of the sacrifice was naturally Chumen.

"Teacher, do you think highly of this Roselle?" Bethel was also tasting the food on the side, looking at the socially adept Roselle, and asked curiously.

"Look at what he has on him." Chumen signaled.

Bethel turned to look, and countless hidden symbols seemed to be outlining themselves in His eyes.

The blessing of a "Craftsman," various Magical Items, and also...

"Slightly attractive to me?" Bethel sensed the existence of a certain convergence.

"He came down from 'Sefirah Castle'." Chumen directly revealed the mystery.

"'Sefirah Castle'!?" Even with Bethel's cultivation, His heart was shaken.

"Pity, he chose 'Reader'." But Bethel soon reacted.

A Beyonder of the "Reader" pathway could not possibly enter "Sefirah Castle."

"Welcome, everyone, to a new era." Roselle had prepared everything and was about to begin the test firing of the new cannons.

Behind him were dozens of pitch-black cannons, equipped with elastic carriages and recoil devices, and the caliber far exceeded this era.

And at Roselle's command, all the cannons were loaded and fired.

At this very moment, no nonsense was needed, only true firepower coverage!

All the nobles focused all their attention on that cannon, for its strange shape had never appeared in the entire world before.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The cannons fired in a volley, and all the cannonballs bombarded a small hill.

Boom!

In an instant, it was as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth splitting; the entire small hill was leveled by the terrifying explosion!