Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"The number of extraordinary paths in the universe is difficult to count, and not every path is worthy of study, especially the gift system."

"They even have bigger drawbacks than the potion system approach."

"In the gift system, there are fewer demigods and angels. Divinity is the biggest problem here."

While Klein was curiously researching new ways, Truman had already begun to dismember the two monsters.

He just waved his hand, and it was like an invisible scalpel surrounded the two bodies, digging out the "core" of the two bodies.

An invisible dreamy phosphorescence appears, enveloping this "core".

"This shouldn't be an extraordinary characteristic, right?" Klein frowned and looked at the two light groups.

"The essence of the gift system is the gift of power. These are the powers of the two 'old days'." Truman reached out and grabbed the two light balls in his hands.

One of them gradually evolved into a black thorn symbol, and the other became a bloody moon.

"No problem." Truman nodded slightly, "It's just a very ordinary power, the highlight is in another place."

After speaking, Truman directly threw two things to Klein.

Klein hurriedly took the two things in his hands. The dreamy phosphorescence on them sealed the power of the outer gods inside and would not be lost. It was very suitable for Klein to understand the outer gods.

"Let's go!" Truman moved Klein directly to a house on the edge of the village.

This house is a two-story house that is halfway into the ground. The orange-red roof gives a warm feeling under the morning light.

"Inside!" Klein put away the two things with a solemn expression and turned his attention to the house in front of him.

He felt a hint of threat in this house, and there seemed to be something terrible inside.

"Miss Muggle's residence?" Klein frowned. In his vision, this house was shrouded in a layer of fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

And this should be the sealing center of the previous "True Creator".

"Go in." Truman walked up the stairs to the second floor of the house and gently opened a room.

"Miss Muggle?" Klein saw a girl lying on the ground.

This girl may not be twenty years old yet, and her face can be seen from her pale profile, but now she has extremely strange black thorn patterns on her body. These thorn patterns seem to be coming out of the skin. to the real world.

Klein recognized this "Muggle" lady. After all, although her appearance was covered in the illusion world, her body shape would not change too much.

"Put her on the bed." Truman did not pay much attention to the girl on the ground, but walked onto the big white bed. Lying on the bed was a little boy who was only about ten years old.

Klein gently raised his hand, and the girl on the ground levitated naturally and landed on the bed. Then he also looked at the boy.

"Is this her brother?" Klein looked at the boy, who was probably Melissa compared to him.

"He is the key point, the 'Muggle' lady is just incidental." Truman put his hand on the boy's forehead, and the dreamy phosphorescence reflected his psychological world.

Buzz... The world seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and Klein suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

"It's indeed interesting." Klein saw another smile on Truman's lips, which seemed to be somewhat similar to Amon.

"The boy is the focus? That power equivalent to that of an angel is in this boy?" Klein's face changed slightly.

"It's not the power of an angel, but an angel!" The dreamy phosphorescence changed, and the reflected thing also suddenly changed. It was a real angel!

"The 'Circle of Fate' sent an angel in?!" Although Klein had expected it, he was still shocked. Angels and their power are two different concepts.

The power of angels ultimately needs a carrier. Judging from the promotion speed of the gift system, it will take at least several months to exert the corresponding power, but angels are complete.

"Sasril's seal came in time and sealed the angel in the child's body." Truman nodded slowly while looking at the reflection of the angel.

"Can you save him?" Klein glanced at the "Muggle" lady, and then at the little boy.

Under normal circumstances, if such a little boy comes into contact with angel-level power, he will definitely be hopeless. At least Klein is not sure enough now, but with Truman here, there is hope.

"Actually, you can too." Truman looked at Klein with a smile.

"What do you want to do?!" Klein suddenly became alert.

"Why don't we go in and play together." Truman snapped his fingers, and Klein felt a familiar power. He glanced at the "Muggle" lady and the little boy, but did not refuse. He closed his eyes and entered the dreamland.

Truman also closed his eyes and entered the boy's dream.

Boys’ dreams are very consistent with the characteristics of this age group and are full of all kinds of disordered symbols and illogical fantasies.

But under Truman's control, everything took on a real look.

It was still this house, and the place where Klein and Truman appeared was still this room.

Different from reality, this place is full of dreamy colors, and the furniture and bed sheets seem to exude a sunny dreamy atmosphere.

This is the feeling of home, where lonely souls are healed.

"Who are you!?" A surprised voice sounded. It was not a little boy, but a "Muggle" lady. She was also in the boy's dream.

"Miss Muggle, I'm Detective. We've met before." Klein stepped forward and introduced himself.

"And this is 'Morpheus', we are here to help you."

"Morpheus" was a vest that Truman randomly pulled at the Curly Baboon Research Society.

"You..." Miss Muggle looked at the two people in front of her in shock. She really remembered Klein, the "detective", and they had met many times at parties.

"You have been missing for a long time. Vice President Hela is worried that something happened to you and asked me to check on you." Klein said.

"Then... you shouldn't come here!" Miss Muggle's face suddenly changed as she thought of her current situation.

"We will take care of this matter, Miss Aurore." Truman had been looking at the boy hiding behind Aurore.

This is the place of hope in the boy's heart and the embodiment of all good things. Only then can it be preserved and not be eroded.

In the rest of the place, even those with Sasril's seal had already fallen into the fog and been assimilated by the angel of fate.

"Yes, since we can come here, we have the ability to take you out safely." Klein "comforted" the two of them to calm them down.

"Fellow fellow villagers help each other, isn't this the purpose of our gathering together?"

"This..." Aurore is a sentimental girl after all, her eyes are slightly red.