"…Take yourself as an example: Sequence 4 can already be considered a demigod…" Truman explained Sequence knowledge to Hermes, using examples of extraordinary beings engaged in conflicts along the way.
"So that's how it is!" Hermes's expression was filled with awe, as if he had glimpsed a new world.
"I was able to become a demigod because I unintentionally fulfilled the ritual requirements back then, and I was lucky enough. My pathway is also adept at handling madness…"
Hermes was extraordinarily fortunate, but his innate spiritual talent was remarkable as well. After becoming a Manipulator, he frequently visited battlegrounds of extraordinary beings to observe, even manipulating their conflicts to study hidden patterns.
This inadvertently aligned with the Acting Method, stabilizing his mental state.
Truman's arrival was like a guiding light, helping Hermes unify his mystical knowledge into the Sequence system, forming a cohesive whole.
"Thanks to the Angel for granting me knowledge," Hermes said, bowing deeply and addressing Truman with the title of Angel.
"Just call me sir," Truman said, helping Hermes to his feet.
"Yes!" Hermes showed great respect toward Truman.
In his eyes, Truman was perhaps a human prophet, guided by the Creator to impart this blasphemous knowledge to him.
"First, take me to the largest human city-state you know," Truman said, not forgetting his plan.
"Then let's go to the Silver Kingdom!" Hermes thought for a moment and named a place that sparked some recognition in Truman. "It's the best place for human life that I know of."
Hermes continued, "They worship the Goddess of Harvest. Her authority ensures a bountiful food supply in the Silver Kingdom. It's one of the few places I've seen where people don't worry about food."
"Silver City?" Truman's expression turned peculiar. The sense of participating in history was truly profound.
"Silver City is the largest city-state in the Silver Kingdom…" Hermes possessed a teleportation-capable mystical item, and he now "traveled" with Truman to Silver City.
Their figures began to fade, eventually vanishing completely. When they reappeared, they stood within a massive city.
Built by giants and human slaves, it was both ancient and grand. Stone pillars lined the streets, each engraved with symbols of harvest—wheat, springs, and flowers.
All the pillars pointed toward a single direction: a grand Harvest Altar.
Many humans kissed the ground, devoutly praying toward the altar.
Beyond that, there were countless houses made of mud bricks and broken stones, somewhat reminiscent of the Athens in Truman's memories.
This was the true state of human society in this era. The Deep Dark City, after all, was the Goddess's stronghold, transformed by her influence.
"Sir, are you here to meet the Giant King?" Hermes asked cautiously.
"No, I'm here to find heretics," Truman said, surveying the ancient Silver City. "You've traveled here for a while. Have you heard of people who worship the Sun?"
"The Sun?!" Hermes's pupils contracted slightly before returning to normal.
The Sun referred to the one who awoke from the Chaos Sea, recorded in later myths as emerging as a true god in the late Second Epoch, beginning to reclaim the Creator's authority.
But to leap directly to true godhood? Even a dual-pathway true god?
That maddening essence could overwhelm anyone's will. Even with the uniqueness of the Marauder pathway, it couldn't reverse the fact of "God Almighty's" awakening.
Even stepping back, if that one truly emerged as a god, they would undoubtedly need many devotees to maintain their humanity.
This was one of the largest human city-states, making it likely that traces of their devotees existed here.
And where there's existence, there are traces.
According to the elven chronicles of later eras, this was the Age of the First Flame, not far from the Twin Era of the late Second Epoch.
Of course, what truly convinced Truman was the Goddess's attitude.
When he proposed forming alliances and proactive planning, she showed no surprise, suggesting she had already considered it and was aware of that one's existence.
"As expected, you know something," Truman said, noting Hermes's reaction with certainty.
Hermes had been holding back, revealing only limited information. As a *Spectator, that was understandable—likely hiding several virtual personas in the depths of his mind.
"Dreams come true, fantasies descend…" Instead of pressing, Truman glanced at the Book of Dreams in his hand.
"Hermes, how did you end up outside the Demonic Wolf's divine kingdom?" Truman asked.
"I've been wandering outside the divine kingdoms of various ancient gods, observing extraordinary beings…" Hermes answered instinctively.
"I was originally headed to the City of Miracles to observe dragons…" Hermes's eyes widened, his breathing quickening. He looked at Truman again, this time with not just respect but awe!
To make him change his mind without noticing—this power was unimaginable.
Truman, hearing this, fell into thought.
"The Book of Dreams can interfere with reality and fate to this extent?" No one would believe this wasn't written by a novelist!
Pressing down on the Book of Dreams, Truman, with a thought, wrote his next plan into the book.
"Equivalent to a portable 0-08?" Truman blinked.
"How did you know about the Sun?" Truman and Hermes walked through Silver City's streets, ignored by passersby under the effect of psychological invisibility.
"…I once walked in dreams," Hermes said, seeing Truman's calm demeanor. His ability to see through minds as a Spectator was useless here. "I glimpsed the Sun."
"Heretics?" Truman asked softly, observing the Goddess of Harvest
's sacrificial rituals.
"Yes, they were so devout, even fanatical, praising the Sun in their dreams," Hermes continued. Otherwise, he wouldn't have noticed them.
Truman paused. Well, that fit the stereotype perfectly!
"Then I'll meet them today." The two had reached the Goddess of Harvest's sacrificial altar, where Truman felt a faint intuition.
The altar was tall, its edges adorned with depictions of the miracles bestowed by the Goddess of Harvest.
This was the foundation of Silver City's existence. They faced occasional attacks from crazed monsters, but if too many died, the giant race would even come to protect them.
Most importantly, they didn't need to worry about food—a vast improvement over other human city-states.
Hermes followed Truman, wary of the giant race. This was the land of the Giant King's Queen, near the Giant King's Court, and they might encounter giant patrols.
"Huh? That fast?" At that moment, Hermes heard Truman, the Angel Sir, let out a surprised exclamation.
Following Truman's gaze, he saw a tall, slender man with long silver hair. His features were delicate, almost feminine, and he held a stone tablet, sketching the murals of the Goddess of Harvest.
(End of Chapter)