Chapter 29: Fate Interference

Hum!

The Dream Statue responded to them, bestowing upon them the corresponding Dream Phosphor; as these rays of light merged directly into the hearts of these people, they smoothed out the madness of the Beyonder Characteristic within their bodies.

"This is..." Even Hermes, a "Spectator" Saint, could hardly hold back, his expression one of shock; this contradicted the knowledge he had learned!

Madness is eternal, almost synonymous with the transcendent!

"It is merely neutralizing and calming, but the madness itself still exists; I have made it fall asleep," Chumen said softly.

The look of shock faded from Hermes's face. He was a Saint of the Spectator Pathway, and in an instant, he performed a "diagnosis" on himself; his state was actually the best it had been in all these years!

If combined with his own "Pacify," it would allow him to experience the long-lost peace and tranquility that belongs solely to ordinary people.

"Dream, is it..." Hermes looked at Chumen, already completely won over, and even his faith had gained a bit more sincerity.

A pure human, powerful strength, formidable connections, and now, an ability that could be called a dream in this crazy world.

Such a person was too special, and for the entire human race, also very important; Hermes even viewed Chumen as the light of humanity.

After successfully establishing contact with this group of human pioneers, Chumen cast his gaze into the city-state; the missionary activities of those missionaries had not encountered any obstacles, after all, even the Guardian of the city-state now believed in the Dream.

"Later, you can also move the entire city-state into the Sun Kingdom; it is not safe enough here, after all."

This city-state was actually under the rule of the Alien King, but now that the Alien King was dead and the Saints and subordinate gods under his command had scattered and fled, who could still care about these cities?

"No," unexpectedly, Hermes refused, "Now that ordinary people have faith, these missionaries will also protect them, and we need to temper ourselves in a turbulent environment."

"... Very well." Chumen was startled, then nodded gently; he had not experienced everything the humans of this era had gone through, after all, and could not understand their thirst for power.

"In the future, if you encounter any trouble that cannot be solved, you can also try praying to me," Chumen finally said; he still had some thoughts regarding the earliest hidden organization of humanity, "Alright, you may return; those missionaries will not bother you."

"Yes!" Hermes withdrew with some young men and women.

And Chumen held the Dream Book, looking outside the city-state.

"I always feel something is wrong..." Chumen's expression was somewhat strange; after the Ancient God cast the God's Kingdom into the human world and began to proselytize on a large scale, the various Ancient Gods and their transcendent races would surely not remain unmoved.

Chumen could even sense something approaching now, but he could not capture any traces.

Just about when the Sun Kingdom descended into the human world, all the Ancient Gods were watching that light and shadow which seemed to support the heavens and the earth.

The reactions of the Ancient Gods varied; the Phoenix just took a glance and stopped paying attention, the Demon Monarch was in a bad state and dared not go out, and the Giant King was even more powerless.

And the Dragon of Imagination and the Elf King were in similar situations, merely sending out the Saints and subordinate gods under their command to keep a constant watch on the Sun God's actions.

In the direction belonging to Chumen, it was precisely a subordinate god under the Elf King—the God of Luck.

This was a Serpent of Mercury.

"Strange!" Chumen knew nothing of this, flipping through the Dream Book; by now, several pages of content had already been written into this Dream Book.

The first page was naturally the Dream Kingdom, which represented the Dream itself.

The second page was the world-interference ability that Chumen frequently used, a magical ability akin to making dreams come true, which was even more unsolvable than the "Writer."

And the third page was the "Dream Weaving" that Chumen had written into it, which also belonged to a branch of Dream power.

"I cannot discover the other party, probably because I have no knowledge or concept of its existence at all, and at the same time, He can also remain independent within Fate."

"Hiss!" Chumen felt it was tricky; such a battle was too abstract, not even knowing the enemy, yet having to start a game of chess on Fate.

No power is invincible; making dreams come true, having one's wishes fulfilled—such power also has its limitations.

And while Chumen felt it was tricky, that Serpent of Mercury hidden in the forest also dared not approach a single step.

This was a silver-white giant snake, without physical scales, its body covered in patterns and symbols connected to each other as a whole; His bright red eyes stared fixedly at the city-state where Chumen was.

Chumen was at a loss, and He was also extremely vigilant.

He erased His own specialness in Fate, but it was still not enough; there was a gaze that seemed to pierce through everything and fall upon Him.

"Restart!" The Serpent of Mercury cautiously used this divine skill; the complex symbols on His body flew up one by one, connecting to each other to form a wheel, and then the Serpent of Mercury coiled His body and bit His own tail.

Suddenly, the fallen leaves returned to the treetops, and the body of the Serpent of Mercury was also retreating, wanting to return to the state before being watched by an inexplicable existence.

But it failed.

That gaze from an infinitely high place could not be shaken off at all, and it even gave this Serpent of Mercury the feeling of seeing "Sefirah Castle" during the last war of the Ancient Gods!

It was an absolute suppression in terms of status; He did not even know where to begin to resist.

It was also the first time the Serpent of Mercury had encountered such a strange enemy, and a tug-of-war on Fate unfolded.

"What on earth is this thing?!"

The Serpent of Mercury dared not act rashly, merely activating the luck He had accumulated for who knows how many years, and then waited quietly.

The power of Luck was gradually brewing, beginning to affect the surroundings, letting all factors that might lead to being discovered subside.

It was indeed a bit of "lying flat"... but for someone of this Pathway, this might be the best response.

On the other side, Chumen was scratching his head; at the moment of "Restart," he also had a sense, as if something was about to disappear completely from before his eyes, so he pressed down on the Dream Book and stabilized his perception.

"This ability seems somewhat familiar!"

After the "Restart," Chumen instead had a clue; this kind of ability was simply too iconic!

"Serpent of Mercury? God of Luck? Seems to be a subordinate god of the Elf King." Chumen guessed the other party's identity.

"Concealing one's existence within Fate..." He thought of the records on the Blasphemy Slate.

Besides Potions, there were also descriptions of the abilities of various Pathways on it.

"So it is this kind of effect; at this moment, it is actually similar to the Hidden Authority."

"Fate itself..." Chumen fell into deep thought; he knew clearly that the other party was also biding their time, so he was not in a hurry, but instead, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind, perfecting the second page of his Dream Book.

Similar to the previous "Dream Weaving," this time, "seeing" the Fate Pathway's ability to interfere with Fate made him raise the idea of perfecting the second page of the Dream Book.