This time, Truman dutifully played the role of the Angel of Dreams under the Creator.
Over months, he led missionaries across human city-states and even alien races, preaching and occasionally displaying angelic might, leaving legends in each city.
Healing the sick was routine; hunting demigod monsters, purifying city-states, and spreading dreamlight forged tales of divine power, shaping his unique image in the Creator's holy scriptures.
Consequently, Truman felt his Angel of Dreams identity solidify, with faith anchors surging, surpassing all devotees in the City of Deep Dark.
This let him wield more of the Book of Dreams' power, his condition at its peak.
But one day, Sasrir contacted him.
"Dawn and Harvest?" Truman read Sasrir's letter, his expression odd.
Not long after the ancient god war, Truman had clashed fiercely with this mother-son duo, even scheming against Badheil.
Perhaps that shifted Badheil's mindset in amusing ways.
"You want me to receive them?" Truman frowned. "Aren't you worried we'll just fight?"
Then, something clicked. With a flash of realization, he roamed back to his territory, finding Lilith.
Over these months, he often returned to feed Lilith. Her Sanguine tastes had grown picky—she'd rather risk losing control than touch other humans' blood.
Though not Truman's blood, this madness-suppressing blood was unique in this world.
"More blood?" Lilith remained haughty, her Sanguine Ancestor nature intact, but compared to months ago, she seemed more human.
"You remind me of humans who practically live like parasites in their homes," Truman teased. "Never stepping out, demanding food deliveries."
Perhaps because this was the Sun God's divine kingdom, clashing with Sanguine nature, Lilith hadn't left the church built for Truman by dream followers since arriving.
"Come meet Omabella!"
Lilith's face turned serious instantly.
Truman produced a badge bearing the dream symbol, directly linked to the Book of Dreams, akin to the divine badge he carried.
"The secrecy authority alone isn't enough. Add this." The secrecy authority could hide Lilith in fate and reality, but facing the involved parties directly required extra caution.
"Fine!" Lilith didn't argue, following Truman to a temple in the Sun God's divine kingdom.
Inside were the God of Dawn, Badheil, and the Harvest Goddess, Omabella.
Two five-meter-tall giants stood beneath a massive statue, making the church feel cramped.
"It's you!" Badheil's single eye flared with dawn light the moment Truman entered, wisps of twilight forming a giant sword, dawn's power surging.
"Lower your sword, or you'll never get what you want," Truman said, not sparing Badheil a glance, striding to the center beneath the Creator's statue.
In that moment, his twelve dream wings unfurled, radiant divine light seemingly cascading from the statue, adorning his pure-white wings.
"You're his subordinate god?!" Badheil didn't lower his sword, his battle intent peaking.
"We're not here to start a war," a gentler voice interjected, quelling Badheil's fervor.
"Angel, we come for the Twilight pathway," Omabella said. Clad in wooden armor and skirt, wielding a wooden staff, she exuded potent life energy, her tone deliberately mild.
She recognized Truman but restrained herself, far outperforming Badheil.
"Agreed!" Truman didn't stoop to Badheil's level. Warriors were like that, especially Badheil.
"But you know knowledge is priceless, equivalent to power."
"We bring the giants' millennial collection," Omabella said, her voice betraying no emotion, deliberately subdued.
"Oh? Show it!" Truman's interest piqued. The Sun God allowed this knowledge to spread but aimed to extract a heavy price from the ancient gods. The giants, demanding an entire pathway, were especially bold.
"The Scroll of Civilization."
Omabella retrieved a scroll from Spirit World space. Formed of condensed light and shadow, it seemed thin yet profoundly weighty.
To Truman, it depicted beyonder races rising from ignorance and madness, driven by instinct to multiply and fight. Over countless years, they gained wisdom, building civilizations.
Giants erected royal courts, elves carved palaces, miracle cities hung in the sky, and the underworld hid deep in the Spirit World.
This was the civilization of beyonder races.
Then, Truman saw giants and dragons dominating the world, suppressing other races, ushering in the Twin Era.
Further visions were too blurry to discern.
"I don't know which potion this corresponds to, but I'm certain of the Scroll of Civilization's value," Omabella said, nodding satisfied as Truman seemed awestruck.
Truman exhaled softly. That moment had indeed stunned him. Now, he marveled that ancient gods must hold the high-sequence characteristics and uniquenesses of other pathways, uneaten.
The Scroll of Civilization was the "Planeswalker" uniqueness!
It recorded all traces of existing civilizations and projected their future development.
The Giant King had resisted consuming this uniqueness.
Had he swallowed it, the conflict from a non-adjacent pathway would've turned him into another Demonic Wolf.
Perhaps the other twenty-two pathways' high-sequence characteristics and uniquenesses existed similarly in ancient gods' treasuries.
Such items could sway even the Ancient Sun God!
"This alone is enough," Omabella said confidently.
"…Not enough!" Truman shook his head firmly. These ancient gods were too rich… no, knowledge was priceless!
At this, Omabella's life aura faltered, and Badheil nearly swung his sword at the angel.
The Scroll of Civilization's value was undeniable, a top treasure in the giants' vault.
Had they not gleaned enough from it—learning their race would dominate—they wouldn't trade it for potion formulas.
To them, these potions might be the final piece for the giants to become one of the Twin Era's rulers.
(End of Chapter)