Chapter 45: Self-Positioning

Source Quality becoming sentient? This is one possibility.

Under the pressure of the Ancient God, the Dream Book erupted violently, which allowed Chumen to see deeper and see more.

Nowadays, he and the Dream Book are already inseparable; even the underlying structure of his body is Dream Phosphor!

"In this way..." Chumen stroked the fourth page of the Dream Book, where half of the symbol had already taken shape.

This is a type of Authority of Change, symbolizing the endless possibilities and changes of "Dream."

Dream comes from the countless people's yearning and longing for beauty, which includes countless individuals' definitions of self; even every individual's thoughts are changeable, unconstrained, and boundless.

All of this is the third branch of authority of this Dream, and it is also because it is unfathomable and has no fixed form that it appears difficult for Chumen to explore it relying on himself.

The half-formed symbol on the book is slightly illusory, but in the eyes of any person, it is different; it has no entity, and only when someone looks at it does it turn into what that person thinks of in their heart.

Chumen suddenly shook his head, no longer thinking about philosophical questions like "Who am I," "When this page is completed, everything will have an answer."

He put away the Dream Book and walked into the city-state he had saved from the disaster.

"Mr. Angel." Hermes bowed to Chumen in salute.

"The matter is over, let's go." Chumen shook his head slightly, and with Hermes, he was about to initiate Roaming, with the destination being the Creator Kingdom.

Because of the Elf's swift response, the Ancient Sun God's side could no longer have dealings with the Giant on the surface, otherwise today's disaster would not have been an isolated case.

The Elf, sensing the threat, would even set off a terrifying disaster capable of destroying the surface ecology across the entire world.

"Wait, Mr. Angel!" It was not Hermes, but the boy he had saved.

"You..." Chumen could see a kind of longing and admiration in the boy's eyes.

Longing for powerful strength and admiration that he could resist that terrifying disaster.

This was no different from other believers.

"If you want to become a Beyonder, you should go find the administrator of this city." Chumen suggested.

All cities that believe in the Creator have the inheritance of Extraordinary Potions, as well as a set of Beyonder cultivation mechanisms that have already begun to show results; the Creator's Divine Kingdom does not lack materials and Beyonder Characteristics of low and middle Sequences.

"As for your so-called 'sin,' I forgive you on behalf of the Lord!"

"To compensate for the catastrophe you have suffered, after you come of age, you can obtain a complete Potion from the administrator of this city-state."

Chumen pointed out, stealing a wisp of sunlight, and touched it to the boy's forehead, where it transformed into a Little Sun.

After that, Chumen said nothing more and directly took Hermes away from this city-state.

The boy was dazed and stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses; he turned to look, and sure enough, the way everyone looked at him had changed.

There was no previous hatred, only awe for the Sun Mark on his forehead.

The Angel had forgiven him on behalf of the Lord!

"..." The boy remained silent, then ran to the administrator of this city-state; no one dared to stop him, because everyone had seen the Angel forgive all his sins.

"I want the Potion!" The boy looked at the administrator of this city-state.

This was an extremely tall priest, burly in stature, who was a Warrior Pathway Sequence 7 "Weapon Master."

"You are too young; you can come back when you are an adult." The priest looked at the boy's thin and small figure and shook his head slowly.

"After I come of age, the Potion will no longer be mine!" The boy was very determined, and the Little Sun on his forehead was also very bright.

"No one dares to snatch the promise of an Angel!" The priest was sufficiently pious toward the Creator.

"But I want it now!" The boy directly brushed aside the hair on his forehead, revealing the Little Sun, threatening the priest.

"You will die!" The priest warned again, and informed him of the truth about the so-called Potion, that it was something accompanied by madness.

"Give it to me!" The boy remained stubborn.

"... This is your choice." The priest stopped trying to persuade him, "I do not have a real Potion on me; it needs to be concocted, and in the short term, only one kind can be concocted."

"What is it?" The boy asked.

"Assassin, it is a Potion that, after drinking, makes one skilled in assassination and concealment."

"Good, I want this one!"

Chumen returned directly to his territory, flatly rejecting the meeting request from the Giant's side.

At this point in time, he could not have any open contact with the Giant race, otherwise it would provoke the Dragon and the Elf.

The Giant is one of the twins and can be ignored, but humans cannot.

"Lilith?" Chumen looked up and happened to see the beautiful, glowing girl sitting on the shoulder of his Statue, overlooking the believers who were worshiping the Dream.

And in Chumen's eyes, Lilith was actually secretly responding to the Blood Clan subjects.

That response was drowned out by the prayers of the Dream believers, perfectly hidden within them, and even an Ancient God would find it difficult to discover the key to it.

"Too stupid!" Lilith's pretty face was slightly cold, "Wouldn't it be enough to go find Ornia?"

Lilith crushed a prayer light point from a Blood Clan Dream Book.

It is hard to imagine an Ancient God having such emotional fluctuations.

"You are too slow." Lilith discovered Chumen and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

Compared to hundreds of years ago, her expressions were much more vivid; she had already truly obtained humanity.

That was a process that could be called long.

Under the secret sacrifices of the Blood Clan and Lilith's bitter pursuit, an Ancient God who had been cold for nearly a thousand years finally gave birth to a trace of something that could be called "humanity" by a stroke of luck.

It was just that this bit of so-called humanity came a bit too dramatically.

In the first three hundred years, Lilith had been frantically searching for the existence of "humanity," but had gained nothing.

But it was also in that long process that she truly relied on herself to obtain the peace of a divine life.

She is Lilith, the Ancestor of Blood, a Blood Clan member who had been fruitlessly searching for humanity for hundreds of years, and finally, she is her current self.

The initial humanity was just a positioning of herself, and the subsequent times she bestowed Gifts upon the Blood Clan struggling to survive were the germination of humanity.

It is a very wonderful state, almost imperceptible; if you say it is, then it is.

Afterwards, Lilith began to act out the keys to every Sequence of the Moon pathway and the Mother pathway within the Dream Territory.

Now, initial results have been seen; having jumped from Moon to Mother, she is already a Sequence 2, the Desolate Matriarch.

It is not that she cannot become a Natural Walker, but that she is waiting for the right moment.

That is why she has strong opinions about Chumen and Sasriel moving too slowly.

"This kind of thing cannot be rushed." Chumen shook his head slightly; pushing the tide of history and plotting against the various Ancient Gods—a slight carelessness could result in all the Ancient Gods coming to the door, which would be too terrible.

"Let's hold the meeting first; we can discuss any matters once we are inside." Chumen opened the Dream Book.