Chapter 47: Stories and Fate

Chumen ended the Dream Council, returned to the Real World, and impatiently took out the treasure vault key to open a door in Space.

Probably... another Apprentice had been killed.

Of course, at this time, the Apprentice might be a Phoenix.

Chumen casually pulled out the two most precious Unique items from inside.

A Civilization Scroll and a crown that looked as if it were carved from obsidian.

This crown was exceptionally ornate, decorated with all kinds of gemstones, though its design was a bit too eccentric.

"Distortion?" Chumen saw several different carving styles on this crown, combining the aesthetics of Giants, Elves, and Dragons; they were distorted together, forming a crown with a highly bizarre aesthetic.

Likewise, "Distortion" was also the negative effect of this crown.

Without being suppressed or sealed, the crown would distort all Rules in the world, making the world its territory, and all life its subjects, who would need to abide by the distorted Rules.

This influence was global and irreversible.

"A living Characteristic?" Chumen raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing the restless, rebellious intent within it.

As an Emperor, one must never bow to others; this was one of its underlying Rules.

This meant that this thing would absolutely never submit, never compromise, and was basically impossible to be utilized.

"Impossible to be utilized?" Chumen hummed twice, "Not submitting doesn't mean it can't be corrupted; go into the Dream Sea and cool off for two days!"

Chumen threw the Civilization Scroll and the Black Emperor Crown directly into the ocean beneath the Dream Kingdom.

In Chumen's view, no matter how powerful a Unique item was, it could still be corrupted by Source Quality; once it was "soaked" enough, he would naturally be able to indirectly use these two Unique items by relying on his control over the Dream Phosphor.

"The reshaping and distortion of Rules, and the trend of civilization development."

Both abilities were powerful enough to enrich Chumen's combat capabilities.

"It will still take some time." Chumen nodded with satisfaction as he watched the two Unique items bobbing in the Dream Sea.

Next, he took out the Alusuhode Pen.

This feather pen, transformed from the Characteristic of the Nightmare Dragon, had finally reached his hands.

The feather pen trembled in his hand; it probably knew that two "predecessors" had just been thrown into the Dream Sea for a bath.

"Let's try it out." Chumen flipped directly to the third page of the Dream Book—"Causality."

The abilities of the two had a certain degree of overlap, which also meant that if they were used simultaneously, it would result in a massive enhancement.

"..." Chumen scratched his head, then wrote on the Dream Book, "The Demon Monarch's mental state is very poor; influenced by the desire for Destruction, he has prepared a plan to make the world feel the terror of the Abyss again and has begun the operation."

Ssh!

The handwriting on the "Causality" page crumbled directly; it was still unable to forcibly interfere with the Fate of an Ancient God.

"Is it because the power I can mobilize is insufficient?" Chumen sensed this and nodded slightly.

The power he could currently mobilize from the Dream Book was roughly at the level of a King of Angels, similar to Sasriel in a blank state, and was still far from being able to interfere with a God.

A God was a qualitative change of all Pathways and already represented a concept of Authority itself.

"Influenced by the Elf King mobilizing a large amount of seawater to participate in the God War, the Abyss Demon race crawled out of the Abyss on a large scale and attacked the territories of various races."

Chumen thought for a while and wrote this line on the book again.

Just like hundreds of years ago, the Demon Monarch at that time and the Destruction Demon Wolf had the same situation; the demons under their command kept causing trouble throughout the world, taking the destruction and corruption of the entire world as their duty.

Hum!

Chumen watched the words on the book slowly fade away and looked up outside the God's Kingdom; he could sense a faint power being transmitted out, and the wheels of history had already begun to roll forward.

If it were only the power of the Alusuhode Pen, the Demon Monarch might have noticed.

After all, demons had already mastered the ability of crisis perception at Sequence 6, and at the level of a Demon Monarch, He could know of anything disadvantageous to Himself.

Just like in the war that killed three Ancient Gods, the Demon Monarch was the existence that ran faster than the Phoenix who mastered part of the "Door" Pathway.

But now, with "Causality" combined with the Alusuhode Pen, it could reach a higher level, and this intervention of Fate was directly protected by the Dream Book.

The Demon Monarch would likely be unable to detect it.

"This will be a relatively long period of time."

The demons would constantly harass and invade the major extraordinary races until the major extraordinary races could no longer tolerate it and launched a war in anger.

Such things were very reasonable; they had happened countless times in the past thousands of years.

As long as the war started, it would not stop easily.

In a corner of that city-state that had just escaped a catastrophe, the boy saw a freshly prepared Potion in the hands of that tall priest.

"I have three formulas on hand: God Blood Warrior, Hunter, and Assassin. Respectively—"

"Among them, the 'Giant' Pathway has Sequence 7 and below, while 'Hunter' and 'Assassin' are Sequence 9 and Sequence 8."

"I don't have enough materials on hand right now, so I can only prepare one Assassin Potion." The priest held up the Stone Jar in his hand; inside the jar was a Potion sloshing like a shadow.

"I will warn you one last time: the Potion can help us resist the demons, but at the same time, we will also turn into demons."

The priest, who was a "Weapon Master," looked at the boy, who still had boundless longing in his eyes, and gave his final warning.

"I just want to live, and... to go find Mr. Angel!" The boy snatched the Potion rudely.

"The Lord has forgiven you; no one will hurt you again!" The priest shook his head. "All those who drove you out of the city-state will also be punished."

"But I don't trust you!" The boy stubbornly resisted the world. "Absolutely not!"

"Child..." The priest still wanted to remedy something. "It was my dereliction of duty that I didn't save you..."

Before the priest could even finish speaking, the boy drank the Potion in the Stone Jar in one gulp.

The Potion entered his throat and gradually merged into his body; the Stone Jar in his hand slipped to the ground, his eyes turned pitch black, and shadows seemed to be surging under his skin.

"Meditate quickly!" The priest's expression was grave, and he shouted loudly, wanting to use this to wake the boy up.

While preparing the Potion, he had already popularized various knowledge to the boy, but the boy who had drunk the Potion seemed to have lost the ability to think.

It would only be even harder for a child to maintain sanity under the Potion.

But at this very moment, that wisp of Sun light on his forehead took effect; the Sun's "Purification" stabilized the boy's will, allowing him to complete his meditation.

The boy seemed to have a great talent for this kind of occult study, and very quickly, he withdrew his own Spirituality and completed the advancement.

"……You are very Luck," the priest said, looking at the boy with a complex tone.

"Tell me your name; I need to register you."

"Cheek!" the boy said his name.