Chapter 430: True Apostle

"... Disconnected from Reality for three hundred years? How long have I been hanging Above the Gray Fog?" Klein was enveloped by a profound fear, though he could no longer clearly articulate where it had originated.

"Such a ritual is practically tailor-made for me..." Klein wanted to curl the corners of his mouth to reveal a "Clown" smile, but he truly couldn't bring himself to laugh.

Does a "Clown" mock Fate, or does he mock himself within Fate?

Not knowing how much time had passed, Klein composed his mood and sacrificed both the formula and the materials Above the Gray Fog.

"My fate is, in fact, already destined." This feeling had become increasingly clear to Klein after seeing the ritual for "Ancient Scholar."

"'Dream' might be my only glimmer of survival!" Klein instinctively repelled the cloak that was squeezing into his body from the Gray Fog, leaning instead toward "Dream."

"I'll proceed with the advancement for the 'Dream' Pathway first!" Klein hurried to skip work; in any case, as an attendant who was frequently absent from the cathedral, he didn't care about a few more times.

Klein went directly to Chumen Manor; this was his first visit to the manor since that time he expressed his gratitude after advancing to a Demigod.

At this moment, facing Chumen was still somewhat awkward, but he could not afford not to come.

"Hello, sir, Bishop Chumen has already gone out." What Klein hadn't expected was that the incredibly homebody Chumen had actually left the house.

"Then did he say when he would be back?" Klein asked the attendant.

"The Bishop went to the Hornacis Mountain Range; it may take a relatively long time before he can return," the attendant replied respectfully.

"Hornacis Mountain Range..." Klein's Spirituality gave a slight jump upon hearing this name.

"This is what the Bishop instructed me to give to you." The attendant handed over a piece of parchment.

"Thank you." Klein took the parchment and gently opened it.

"'Dream' Pathway Sequence 3, 'True Apostle', advancement ritual: Manifest an object, make it become reality, and obtain recognition from a sufficient number of people."

"'True Apostle'?" Klein looked at the ritual on the parchment, somewhat incredulous, "Creation?!"

After the "Dream" Pathway Sequence 6 "Person in the Painting," Klein could draw something in a painting and then manifest it through Dream Phosphor.

However, this type of creation was essentially Dream Phosphor; it was merely a change in form, more like an "Illusion" that had broken through the boundaries of the virtual and the real.

Now, "True Apostle" was asking to make this kind of creation become reality?

This was already a means bordering on Creation!

"Is this too exaggerated?" Klein looked at this ritual in astonishment, "And what is your relationship with the 'True Creator'?!"

"No!" Klein intuitively sensed his own fallacy; the power of a "Causality Attendant" could never complete such a ritual of the Creator.

"The point should be to let enough people believe it is real; then, even if it isn't real, it becomes real!"

When everyone believes an object is real, then the evaluation that it is not real becomes the lie instead.

"Still not right. After this ritual is completed, wouldn't the 'True Apostle' truly possess a certain authority of Creation? Is that something a Sequence 3 can achieve?!"

The "Dream" Pathway Sequence 8 is named "Illusionist," and its strongest ability is "Virtual-Real Boundary," claiming that the ultimate form of illusion is reality—and now, a "True Apostle" has truly arrived.

"The 'Dream' Pathway seems to have begun to undergo a qualitative change starting from Sequence 5, which is 'Fairy Tale Mage,' after needing an advancement ritual; it's even more absurd than before."

"'Fairy Tale Mage' theoretically has no upper limit to the abilities it can possess; it relies entirely on one's own creativity, encompassing Myriad Phenomena."

"If the Causality Threads of a 'Causality Attendant' are used well, they are like a smaller-scale 'Writer,' manipulating Fate just like a spider weaving a web."

"'True Apostle' is even more exaggerated; it already possesses the power to manifest reality."

Holding the parchment, Klein returned to his own manor next door, already thinking about his own "True Apostle" ritual.

"The ritual isn't impossible; it just might require some time and technique..."

After grasping the essence of the ritual, Klein already had corresponding ideas; the ritual for the "Dream" Pathway naturally needs to be completed using the abilities of Dream.

Night Kingdom, this is a strange little country at the foot of the Hornacis Mountain Range.

It is located within the territory of the Solomon Empire, yet it has eerily existed all along, and even the Empire has not taken any hardline measures of Naturalization against it.

Of course, in fact and in name, this small country also swears allegiance to Solomon.

"You have managed this place quite well." Chumen walked through this city where the ancient and the modern coexist, nodding in surprise.

"It is all the credit of the Dream believers; Night Kingdom is the second-largest gathering place for Dream believers in the world." Antigonus followed by Chumen's side.

As an ultra-ancient existence who survived from the Second Epoch, His face was relatively young, but unfortunately, His long hair had already turned gray; His eyes were unusually dark and heavy, hiding an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.

Antigonus looked at this city; He had guarded it here for thousands of years, and even when He saw "Sefirah Castle" appear, He held back and did not leave.

And after He received the corresponding revelation of Fate and prepared to make a trip to Backlund, this "Dream" who had saved Him many times appeared before Him.

"Do you not wish for me to go to Backlund?" After Antigonus led Chumen on a tour of the city, He invited him to the palace atop the mountain range.

There was a city of marionettes here, and its layout was not much different from the Night Kingdom at the foot of the mountain.

"No," Chumen denied, "I just came to give you something; after all, you have been my Angel for so many years."

"You have already given me the 'Fool Mask'." Antigonus frowned slightly; on His face, it was as if an illusory mask had manifested, with mysterious symbols flowing on it—even if an Angel were to glance at it, they would be fooled.

This is "Half-Fool."

"I'm giving it to you, and you don't want it?" Chumen ignored the mask.

"I... fear I cannot bear it." It was not modesty; Antigonus was sincere when He said this.

Having reached His current status, He naturally knew very well that the gifts of Fate all have a price.

"Given my status, do you think you have anything that could pique my interest?" Chumen said, speechless.

"It seems there really isn't." Antigonus thought for a long time and could not come up with anything.

"Hmph." Chumen revealed the disdain of a half-Final Producer; a Crystal Ball appeared in his hand, which he threw directly to Antigonus.

"The 'Fool Mask' was originally borrowed from me; what is here now is your salary for being my Angel for two thousand years."

Although Chumen is half a Final Producer, he is not a capitalist who only knows how to exploit; the salary had been in arrears for two thousand years, but he was paying it now, wasn't he!