Chapter 299: Bored to the Point of Sickness

Half of Backlund was shrouded under Dream Phosphor, and the influence of the Abyss's erosion was directly erased.

Listening to the wails of the populace no longer ringing in his ears, replaced instead by prayers of Dream, Klein understood that this disaster had been brought under control.

At this very moment, the Statue before him suddenly erupted with scorching brilliance, and illusory yet real Dream Angel Wings rose from behind the Statue.

The scale of the Angel Wings was overly grand, as if they were shrouding the entire world; the Angel Wings were not pure white, but resembled the Dream Sea that Klein had seen, with Dream as the base, stars as embellishments, and phosphorescence of various colors flickering.

After the Dream Angel Wings were birthed, this Statue came to life, truly becoming a vessel for that "Supreme Dream".

Klein subconsciously thought of the legendary divine descent and lowered his head, not daring to look again.

"Not bad." A voice seemed to ring in Klein's ears; a simple word of praise left Klein with a light, floating sensation—this was no illusion, but a streak of Dream Phosphor landing on his spirit.

At this moment, he already possessed the qualifications to advance to Sequence 5 or even a Demigod of the "Dream" Pathway.

Sequence 5 was nothing; as long as Klein worked diligently as a 007 employee for Bishop Chumen in the Phantom Realm, he would have a great chance.

But a Demigod was different; inheriting Godhood under the Gift of "Supreme Dream" was a terrifying matter, and among Dream believers, one with such qualifications was one in ten thousand.

Backlund was the second-largest city in the world, yet it still lacked a "Dream" Pathway Demigod stationed there; aside from the issue of dividing territories of faith, its inherent scarcity was also an important reason.

And now, Klein had already obtained the qualifications to advance.

While Klein was still digesting the knowledge he had gained from the Dream Phosphor, the activated Dream Statue took two steps backward.

Klein raised his head slightly, and his peripheral vision happened to catch a glimpse of a spear with an archaic design in the only pit on the altar, as if it were reflected from history and had arrived in the Real World.

The Dream Statue reached out and grasped it, pulling the spear completely out of history.

Klein's brain exploded with a boom; this was a scene he had seen several times above the Grey Fog, and this was the first time he had seen it in the Real World!

The Dream Statue violently flapped the Angel Wings behind it, and its entire body surged upward, smashing through all the restraints before it.

The massive Dream Angel Wings appeared above the sky, sweeping away the remaining black clouds and blood-colored Lightning; subsequently, this Dream Statue transformed into a beam of light that pierced through the world, spanning across infinitely distant Space, and descended directly upon the Abyss!

"Dream!" The Demon Monarch Fabuti, who already had half his body protruding from the Seal and was about to break free from the Abyss, screamed in despair, but he did not receive the slightest pity.

That beam of light struck him down, sending him back to the very bottom of the Abyss.

"Knowing the outcome, why resist?" Chumen's voice rang out above the Abyss.

Fabuti naturally knew what the result would be if Chumen took action, but under the threat of the "Mother Tree of Desire", he had no other choice.

Even knowing that the Doomsday was approaching and that Dream was setting new rules for True Gods, Fabuti still harbored a sliver of wishful thinking.

After all, he was also a True God; perhaps, maybe, possibly, would Dream let him out? If that failed, he could also soften his stance, bow his head, and promise to guard the Astral World forever in exchange for a chance.

It was just that he had softened his stance, and even with the promise to guard the Astral World forever, he still had not obtained such a chance.

"I am not reconciled!" Fabuti screamed frantically, his shrill voice heart-wrenching, enough to win the title of the most miserable True God.

"Then hold it in!" Chumen's voice was exceptionally cold; the Dream Statue fell into the Seal, completely closing the gap that had been opened.

Roar!

Fabuti was naturally not reconciled and continued to resist, but the Seal was already formed and reinforced; he no longer had any chance to resist.

"What? You still want to watch?" Chumen's consciousness, possessing the Statue, glanced at the majestic middle-aged man hidden within the Storm.

"Hmph!" Leodero let out a cold snort and returned directly to his God's Kingdom in the Astral World.

Clearly, he did not want to say another word to Chumen.

"Heh." Chumen had nothing to bicker about; the two gods had known each other for so many years, and Leodero was just like this.

Chumen withdrew his gaze and looked at the sky; that expanse of night and stars was still hanging in the Astral World, not yet withdrawn, while on the other side...

"Where exactly is Cheek?!" Chumen also sensed the Authority of Cheek, but without her appearing herself, no one could find her.

This was likely the reason why the Witch Sect spared no cost to cultivate Trissy.

"Wait for the next time." Chumen shook his head slowly, his consciousness withdrawing; the Dream Statue gradually turned to stone, eventually becoming a vessel that could be used for divine descent at any time, sitting atop the Abyss Seal, and Fabuti no longer had any possibility of breaking the Seal.

"Solved!" Chumen's true body was still in the manor drinking tea with Amanises.

Amanises nodded slightly, never doubting Chumen's ability, and still looked toward the altar.

"What about Trissy?" Amanises asked softly.

"Her life was saved by Adam." Chumen shook his head slightly, "He had arrangements for Trissy long ago."

"It's aimed at you." Amanises also understood Adam's intentions.

The "Mysteries" had left the move of the "Primordial Witch" Cheek in the Fourth Epoch, while Adam was playing games with Trissy.

"He still doesn't believe I would stand by and watch." Chumen spread his hands, feeling quite helpless, "I clearly never participated in the matters between him and Sasriel."

"He has already lost; why would I get involved? I'm not that bored."

Amanises stared fixedly at Chumen, her meaning expressed quite clearly.

The two looked at each other, silent for a while.

"Ahem!" Chumen coughed twice to break the awkwardness, pointing at Klein and Trissy, saying, "I did have a hand in this."

"Don't you think the way Trissy looks at Klein is already very wrong?" Chumen's eyebrows danced, looking quite proud.

"Just now, under the illumination of the Dream Phosphor, I erased Trissy's longing for Dream; now, only Trissy's heart-fluttering for Klein remains!"

Amanises blinked her eyes and looked at Trissy.

The look in her eyes toward Klein was gentle and filled with a certain scorching emotion.

"You intend to influence Cheek through her?" Amanises thought of a possibility.

"Yes! The Dead Trickster used Cheek to disgust me, so I'll let Cheek go disgust him!" Chumen said viciously.

As long as Trissy could influence Cheek in reverse, even if it just meant Cheek looked at the "Mysteries" with a slightly ambiguous gaze when the time came, it would count as a great success for Chumen!

This time, Amanises was silent for a long time.

"You are bored to the point of sickness."