Sasrir silently observed everything, carefully examining the chairs one by one.
Finally, he looked at Truman, his face seemingly covered in a dense shadow, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.
Meanwhile, Lilith and the Goddess gazed at the "Mother Goddess" and "End" high-back chairs, a strange sense of connection stirring within them, though they did not know why.
"Of course," Truman smiled. "The fifth chair—Dream!"
The final chair represented endless dreams, floating like a sphere of light within the Dream Sea. It was the pinnacle of beauty, symbolizing dreams coming true and desires fulfilled.
Five chairs, five positions—three foundational pillars of the universe, a hidden fourth pillar, and a dream.
"Please, take your seats!" Truman was the first to sit in the Dream chair.
Sasrir, Amonisis, and Lilith each took their respective seats.
Thus, only Mystery remained vacant.
"Still missing one..." Truman sighed. That seat would likely wait thousands of years for its rightful owner.
But for now, the trio before him formed the most supreme Sun, Moon, and Star combination!
"What does this symbolize?" the Goddess asked.
"Foundations and dominion!" Truman pointed out. Only Sasrir reacted, while Lilith and the Goddess had yet to understand this knowledge.
"From now on, this will be called the Dream Council. Any objections?" Truman asked.
The gods shook their heads. After all, this place belonged to Truman, and it could suppress their inherent madness and coldness. They owed him gratitude.
"However, the seats here are not permanent. Be sure to guard them well." Truman warned the three.
The greatest risk was Lilith—if they let their guard down, the entity on the moon might devour her entirely.
Lilith and the Goddess nodded lightly. They could feel that even as True Gods, they only fit certain aspects of these symbols.
That meant there was likely a level beyond True God.
But who would reach it?
Sasrir remained silent.
"The Dream Council can convene whenever you need. You can even use it to escape the erosion of madness." Truman casually set the rules.
"I approve." Lilith was the first to raise her hand. Here, she could truly be herself, free from the influence of madness.
The others also nodded.
"Alright, I haven't thought of anything else for now. You're free to communicate amongst yourselves. Oh, one more thing—any conversations held here will remain secret to everyone but us." Truman folded his hands, giving off the aura of a true Seer of the Hidden Gathering.
The Goddess approached Lilith, and after a few brief exchanges, they devised a secret, long-term, ruthless plan that made Truman's heart race.
"These might be the two most terrifying women—no, goddesses—in the world..."
Sasrir, after confirming his role in the plan, exchanged glances with Truman before the two simply opened a private chat to idly chat.
"In conclusion, let us celebrate our cooperation… and bid farewell to the ancient gods who are about to perish."
Truman conjured wine glasses before the gods. He and Sasrir had white vodka, while Lilith and the Goddess had crimson-red wine.
Clink!
The four glasses met.
The wheels of fate began turning, and history surged forward.
The Goddess of Misfortune returned to her body, exiting Hidden State.
Her eyes gleamed sharply as she gazed at the Giant Court.
"Dusk Giants..."
"It's not time yet." She fell silent again.
Meanwhile, Truman had already returned to Grisha's Kingdom.
Hmm... The City of Deep Darkness was merely the Goddess's anchor. It had almost no combat power and couldn't participate in this war. There was no sense of accomplishment in being its Pontiff.
"Does your divine kingdom need a Pontiff?" Truman jokingly asked Sasrir.
For a moment, Truman saw an expression far richer than usual on Sasrir's face.
"A Pontiff can hold multiple positions?"
Sasrir was speechless. He could clearly sense the faith anchors within Truman. As a Pontiff, a god's representative, that presence was impossible to hide.
"Ahem! I was just asking!" Truman awkwardly coughed.
"In that case, does the Creator need a Dream Angel?" Truman had examined this Solar Divine Kingdom—its believers were dozens of times more numerous than the City of Deep Darkness, and they were all true believers.
With his faith anchors, Truman could already tap into Dream's power at a Sequence One level. But if he had dozens of times more faith... wouldn't he be able to rival the gods themselves?
The temptation was immense.
After all, in this world, true believers never committed to just one church…
Sasrir had never heard such a request before. He was stunned, unsure of how to respond.
Then, an intention echoed in his mind, making him look at Truman with an even stranger gaze.
"The Lord has agreed."
Sasrir's expression was odd, as if even he didn't understand what his true body was planning.
The next moment, his face grew serious.
"The Lord has made a prophecy—Dream shall become Reality!"
Truman raised an eyebrow.
"This is His prophecy?"
Sasrir lightly nodded.
Even though Grisha had not yet fully grasped omniscience and omnipotence, His prophecy still held immense authority.
"Dream shall become reality..." There were many possible interpretations of this prophecy.
"From now on, you shall be the Dream Angel under my Lord's command!" Sasrir solemnly declared. "I will record your name in the Holy Scriptures, write your deeds, and spread them among the believers."
"This..." It came too easily—Truman was momentarily stunned.
"But I won't refuse!" He quickly accepted the position of Dream Angel.
Grisha likely had his own plans, but in essence, this was a fair exchange.
Truman needed faith anchors.
"Good." Sasrir nodded lightly. He arranged a residence for Truman, even granting him a vast territory.
But before Truman could even settle in, Sasrir brought urgent news.
"Lilith has led the Blood Race into battle. The other Ancient Gods are also stirring, preparing to descend."
Truman's expression turned serious.
The Ancient Gods were taking action. Though the Divine War had not yet begun, the war between angels and demigods had already started.
In this era, the Ancient Gods understood the importance of faith anchors. Before the true war began, undermining those anchors was a common war tactic.
In a time when everyone is mad, being even crazier won't make you stronger—it will just make you more prone to mistakes.
"You will depart with Medici and the others for the Giant Court."
"As for your mission... do whatever you want."
Truman officially set out for the storm's eye—the Giant Court.
Come to think of it, he was the one who started this storm!
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