Chapter 214: Confession

The Magical Item that Chumen gave to Roselle is also very special.

It is like a suit of armor that can be "worn" as early as Sequence 5, allowing one to familiarize oneself with the power of a Demigod in advance.

This allows someone who has become an Alchemist to adapt to and control themselves at the fastest speed, reducing the risk of losing control.

The moment Roselle took out the golden figure, Chumen, who had been keeping an eye on the situation, flicked his finger lightly, and the golden figure turned into dots of light filling the sky with a bang.

A Characteristic condensed out of the void and landed in Roselle's hand.

Roselle had long anticipated this scene and was not the least bit surprised; instead, he prepared various auxiliary materials, concocted the Potion, and drank it in one gulp.

The cold Potion slid down his throat, and Roselle felt a slight numbness; subsequently, this sensation surged through his entire body, and his brain seemed to be paralyzed as well, unable to control his own body.

His Spirit Body seemed to be lifted high, seeing himself having drunk the Potion, and also seeing the "doll" he had refined that possessed life and a soul.

At this moment, a terrifying sense of satisfaction suddenly surged within him; it was the illusory satisfaction of profaning life and controlling souls.

This sense of satisfaction caused him to lose his sense of proportion—arrogant, conceited, and insane—subconsciously believing that he had grasped the Authority of life!

Roselle had been prepared, directly withdrawing his own emotions to observe the changes in his body with indifference.

His body expanded in a short period, as if it were about to lose control and become a Monster.

But at this moment, his alchemical creation reached out its hand, and the terrifying life force that had been extracted was fed back into Roselle's body, stabilizing his physical state.

The ritual is an Anchor, and for an Alchemist, their alchemical Creation is also their best partner.

It was also at this moment that Roselle's Spirit Body was sucked back into his own body, regaining control, but that cold and arrogant mindset inevitably influenced him.

Because he knows more, he is arrogant and cold?

No, it is because something inside his body is being awakened and is merging into his soul.

That is Godhood.

"Is this the necessary price for becoming a Demigod?" Such a thought flashed through Roselle's mind.

But just at this time, the Silver Medal on his chest scattered wisps of Dream Phosphor, and these Dream Phosphor pacified the restless Godhood, allowing Roselle to better maintain his self.

At this moment, Roselle also finally understood the meaning of this "Dream".

Following the trend, he chose the Demigod-level abilities for those three Pathways from the Silver Medal—the qualitative change version of Spirit Body Thread, entry-level Space control, and the Demigod-level "Steal".

Once he adapts slightly to the abilities of a Demigod, Roselle will be one of the most powerful Sequence 4s.

Roselle withdrew his Spirituality, packed up the things he had brought, and returned to the "Roselle" with the doll that acted like a servant.

"Let's have a talk," Chumen said to Roselle, who had already become a Demigod.

Having become a Demigod, he could be considered a high-level figure anywhere.

"Alright." Roselle nodded lightly, settled the doll, and came to Chumen's room alone.

Crack!

He opened the door and saw Chumen sitting behind the table.

"You've come." Chumen was sitting in the Shadow.

"I've come." Roselle nodded slightly.

"You shouldn't have come," Chumen said suddenly.

"I have already come." Roselle relaxed completely.

The two looked at each other, and a certain tacit understanding made them both smile.

Bethel Abraham, who "happened to pass by" in the next room, had a strange expression on his face; he found it hard to understand, feeling a sense of disconnection as if they belonged to two different worlds.

Roselle let out a long breath, and a certain sense of unease completely dissipated.

He himself was a person with an extremely flexible mind, and Chumen had never deliberately hidden this, at most just hiding his own name.

"What is your name?" Thinking of this, Roselle suddenly realized this question.

"Chumen."

Uh... Roselle realized suddenly; no wonder, this name was all too familiar.

"My name is Roselle Huang Tao Gustav." The strange and peculiar format was distinctive enough.

Chumen nodded lightly; the two had finally spoken everything out.

Roselle came to the desk and sat down; during this process, the various thoughts in his mind were connected together by this premise.

Why would the Dream Duke participate in the Twilight Hermit Order?

For "Dream", the entire extremely Hidden organization was just like that.

Why would "Dream" treat him, a down-and-out noble son, with such favor?

Because both of them came from the same world and had similar values.

There were even more clues...

Finally, Roselle sat in the chair, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Chumen, and smiled, "If I were you, I would have done something even more 'excessive'."

Including but not limited to creating various famous scenes and "teasing" a fellow countryman.

"No need, you are already abstract enough."

Chumen said with a chuckle, and Roselle's face darkened, knowing that his dark history had likely already been grasped quite a bit.

"There are some things you shouldn't ask me, and I won't answer; you need to experience them yourself," Chumen said suddenly, and Roselle nodded thoughtfully.

"Then let's talk about the current empire." Roselle took the initiative to bring up this topic.

"The 'Emperor' of the Solomon Empire is hanging in the Astral World, after all," Chumen reminded him.

Roselle found the current Solomon Empire very unpleasant and wanted to change it; Chumen was also happy to see that happen.

But the "Black Emperor" was a problem that could not be bypassed.

"Our difference probably lies in having sufficiently active thinking and unconstrained imagination."

Roselle did not say "experience" or "knowledge".

"Hmm? How about..." Roselle thought for a moment and stated his idea.

"Constitutional monarchy? Of course, it also needs to be analyzed and adapted according to the actual situation. One must seek truth from facts, after all."

Chumen's eyes lit up; this kind of tacit understanding from a fellow countryman was truly wonderful.

A mystical version of a constitutional monarchy could ensure that the faith in that Emperor in the Astral World would never fall, thereby avoiding this greatest obstacle to the maximum extent.

And something like a parliament was one of the best ways to handle conflicts between nobles.

"Very well, the current empire is already rotten, and it is just waiting for you to inject vitality into it."

Chumen handed over a Dream Gold Coin Badge directly.

"Congratulations, you have secured the support of the Dream Castle."

"..." Roselle's mouth twitched; he felt as though he had been set up, but he still accepted the badge.

He had the ambition to change this empire and wanted to climb higher, and since Chumen could help him, he would not be hypocritical.

"When did you arrive?" In the end, Roselle still couldn't help but ask.

"..." Chumen was silent for a moment, his tone also somewhat complex, as he sighed, "Several thousand years ago."

"That's a long time." Roselle still could not deeply comprehend the unit of a millennium; he only felt it was terrifying.

"Have you thought about going back?"

"I can't go back."