Who do you think I am?"
Truman's body is changing, the space behind him is completely occupied by dream bubbles, dream tentacles with the starry sky as the background slowly stretch out, and the dream book in his hand is also flashing with bursts of dreamy phosphorescence.
He is like the infinitely magnificent starry sky, the most beautiful fantasy in the hearts of all living beings.
The pale golden figure suddenly calmed down. He looked at the dreamlike mythical creature form revealed by Truman and responded.
"Long time no see, Mew."
"Huh?" Truman's tone was a bit joyful. He seemed to be still immersed in the sense of accomplishment of scaring the djinn, and did not respond directly.
Before getting enough information, he wanted to know more about the djinn without revealing too much about himself.
"I didn't expect you to end up like this." The pale golden figure snorted.
Are you... looking for a Victims Alliance? Truman complained silently in secret.
"Only you, I'm living a good life now." Truman replied without hesitation, "And you are just a light now, tsk, you were deceived by the 'secret', right?"
The pale golden figure swayed slightly, and Truman could clearly feel that his mood was getting worse.
Did I use too much force... Truman reflected on himself.
"Stop talking about those meaningless things. Why did you come to me?" The Deng God was in a bad mood and asked in a deep voice.
"..." Truman blinked, "I just accidentally saw this thing in the starry sky."
The palm-sized pyramid that had been put away just now reappeared in Truman's other hand.
He tossed the pyramid up and down to reveal the aura in the pyramid.
"..." The golden light on the djinn's body condensed.
"I also saw an 'Uncertain Mist', which seemed a bit familiar..." Truman continued, also observing the reaction of the djinn.
"Hmph!" The Djinn snorted, instead of dwelling on the issue, he brought the topic back to himself.
"Give me the mausoleum, and then send me out of the barrier." The Djinn made his request.
"What do you want? The conditions are negotiable."
Sure enough, this pyramid mausoleum can be used by the Djinn God... Truman's eyes narrowed slightly. He had also made such an assumption based on the remaining power in the pyramid, and now it was confirmed.
I just don't know how to use it... Is it related to resurrection? Then I can't give it to you easily.
"What can you do now?" Truman pretended to be disgusted.
The light golden light on the genie's body is darker, but the hope of escape is right in front of him. He needs to grasp it, "I can fulfill three wishes for you now, and I promise to agree to your three conditions after returning in full. ."
"As long as it remains within a certain limit, I will not break my promise."
"Ha." Truman knew that the "Sons of Chaos" had the power to distort everything, so he did not respond directly.
"You are too greedy!" The slightly dim eyes of the Deng God suddenly shined and he looked directly at Truman.
Truman frowned, sensing the power surging like the ocean tide.
This force is chaotic and disorderly, but his own dreamy phosphorescence is also subconsciously resisting.
"Your power!" Suddenly, there seemed to be some surprise in the voice of the Djinn God.
The corner of Truman's mouth twitched. Sure enough, he didn't have the talent to become a "fraudster".
Of course, this is not a problem with his performance, but with the Book of Dreams.
"It's you, and it's not you!" The Deng God instantly relaxed a lot.
Truman's face was expressionless, and the Riddler didn't end well.
"No need to pretend, you didn't mean 'dream'."
Truman didn't even need to ask, the Deng Shen had already given him the reasons for his judgment.
The "dream" here refers to the complete "dream" power, which is so powerful that Truman can only divide it to control it.
It is similar to the relationship between "omniscience and omnipotence" and authorities such as "storm" and "utopia".
Take the Creator as an example. After He becomes the Quasi-Old Sun, even if He uses the authority of the "sun", He will carry some kind of power from a higher level.
The power of the Book of Dreams that Truman currently has is not up to that level.
However, this djinn was much more relaxed than before... Truman was keenly aware of this.
"You started asking me who you are from the very beginning. It's too deliberate. Compared with 'Secret', you are too far behind. He will first deceive and then achieve his goal silently." The statue of the genie I saw something and felt happy.
"Tsk, can a deceiver be deceived into gaining experience?" Truman immediately replied, causing the djinn's joy to come to an abrupt end. It was Truman's turn to be happy.
"Don't you want to know what will happen after you fall asleep?" The golden light on the Djinn's body trembled violently, and he changed the subject very forcefully.
His eyes fell on the divine badge on Truman's chest, which made him more certain of his guess.
"Use those three uniquenesses to lift my seal, send me back to the starry sky, and I will tell you the answer." The Deng God became extremely confident.
"Your situation is very special. I am the only one within the barrier who can answer your questions."
"'God' is about to revive." Truman retorted.
"..." The Djinn God's breath was stagnant, but he quickly adjusted his mentality, "I have no conflict with him, and we can even be regarded as allies."
An ally against the "Secret", right...
"But you, do you dare to face Him?" The Djinn looked directly at Truman with a half-smile.
"You may not believe it, but I am now the angel of the Creator." Truman directly took the wishing lamp and started roaming, returning to the dreamland.
The light around the djinn shrank suddenly, probably because he felt the breath of the Creator and became a little stressed.
"Have you really become his angel?!" The Djinn was greatly shocked, and then suddenly laughed, "Hahaha! You have become his angel!"
"For us, fate is still wonderful!"
This laughter was so heroic and majestic that it made the fairy tale castle tremble a few times.
Is it so funny? Truman's eyes flickered.
After a few seconds, the Djinn God's laughter stopped, "You can probably sense who is the most malicious to you. How dare you become his angel and stay here?!"
"He still has some time left." Truman replied calmly. It was foreseeable that his relationship with "God" and "Secret" was not very good.
After all, the true "God" even took the risk of being discovered in advance to secretly influence the current Creator to test him.
"It's not much worse." The genie looked up at the sky outside and made his own judgment, "This place really has the flavor of 'God'."
Truman frowned slightly, then relaxed.
This is similar to what he estimated. It is still probably several hundred years away from his estimated time, and that person's recovery will also be a process, so it is reasonable to start now.