Looking at the almost blank illusory world in front of him, Truman also twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's too monotonous."
He lightly tapped his finger, and the entire illusion world was filled with the power of creation.
Many dreams with the nature of fairy tales turned into reality and fell into the still very barren fantasy world.
In addition, Truman also embodied so fairy tales in his mory and ford a fairy tale town.
These include classics such as The Little Match Girl and Little Red Riding Hood.
Of course, they all have codic endings. For example, the little match girl finally ca to the fantasy world and saw her grandma in the last light of the match, and Little Red Riding Hood shot the hungry wolf before it devoured her grandma.
What stands out is an absurd and unreasonable fairy tale fantasy.
Such fairy tales are more consistent with the nature of the fantasy world.
"Not yet. Such a big fantasy world should have more excitent."
In the illusion world, space and ti are aningless. It also has so very similar characteristics to the spiritual world and the star world, such as abstraction.
It's just that the fantasy world is connected to everyone's subconscious and has a substantial connection with the real world, which is expressed in the form of dreams.
And Truman wants to make the fantasy world more colorful and beco a real reflection of the world.
But there is no need to rush. More than three years have passed since Truman walked out of the illusory world. He wandered in the sea of ??collective subconscious and then created the illusory world.
"Huh?" Truman seed to feel sothing, took a step forward, and ca to an exquisite garden.
"Ouch!" A milky voice exclamated. Truman lowered his head and saw a little girl who was only as high as his knees bumped into his legs and fell to the ground.
This girl has long fluffy chestnut hair, white skin, and big eyes flashing under long eyelashes.
She wore a luxurious and exquisite cake dress and a delicate and small sapphire crown on her head.
She didn't cry even after she fell to the ground. Instead, she sat on the soft grass and raised her head as hard as she could, trying to see Truman clearly.
Truman knelt down and looked at this cute little girl, feeling happy.
"Who are you? Why are you in my garden? You suddenly appeared." The little girl asked, obviously aggrieved and angry.
"You can call uncle, Huang Beibei." Truman stretched out his right hand and gently touched the little girl's white cheek.
"Eh? You also call Beibei?" The little girl looked at Truman with dazzling big eyes, "Only dad can call Beibei."
"Beibei?" Russell walked into this garden and saw Truman and Bernadette who fell to the ground.
"Dad!" Bernadette quickly got up from the ground and charged towards Russell with her short legs.
"Alas!" Russell picked up Bernadette and gently spun her around.
"This uncle also calls Beibei!" Bernadette hugged Russell's neck affectionately, turned around and pointed at Truman.
"He is dad's good friend and your dear Uncle Chu."
"Oh," Bernadette looked at Truman and took the initiative to reach out to Truman, "Uncle, can you give a hug?"
Russell was a little surprised, as her daughter adapted too quickly.
"Okay!" Truman smiled and snatched Bernadette from Russell's arms.
"Uncle, it slls so good, like a strawberry-flavored cake!" Bernadette shouted excitedly.
"Is that your favorite flavor?" Truman asked.
"Yes, I also like the sll of coconut and chocolate..." Bernadette spoke slower and slower, her nose twitching slightly. She slled a similar sll on Truman, and she seed to be addicted to that delicious taste.
"..." The death gaze from Russell.
"Haha." Truman laughed heartily. What stood out to him was his wish coming true.
And such a little girl has an extrely pure mind and can get the clearest feedback from Truman.
Bernadette can have whatever she wants.
Truman placed Bernadette on a small swing in the park, while he and Russell sat on a chair nearby.
"Are you so popular with children?" Russell couldn't help asking.
"This is a dream." Truman explained, gently pushing the swing.
"Did you make the noise today?" Russell asked thoughtfully, then asked about this matter.
"Yes." Truman did not deny it, "I created a world that is similar to the illusory yet real world of the spiritual world and the astral world."
Russell's eyes were shaking, and his breathing was a little quick.
A few years have passed, and he is now a Sequence Three "occult scholar". With the "Twilight Hermit Society" as a channel, he has a deeper understanding of the mysterious world.
"I ca here to find you to 'join'."
"You want to work for you? Don't even think about it!" Russell subconsciously refused.
He, Russell, will never be able to work part-ti in his life!
"..." The corners of Truman's lips curled up, "You're not even an angel, and you still want to be my employee?"
Russell's face froze. The Sequence 3 characteristics he was promoted to were obtained through the "Twilight Hermit Society", but his Sequence 2 "Knowledge Tutor" characteristics were actually already in place.
That was the "share of money" given to him by Truman, so as long as he digested the current sequence three potion, he would be able to seamlessly beco an angel.
But it's not done yet.
It's true that I don't have enough confidence to speak in front of Truman without becoming an angel.
"Besides... do you want to go one step further to beco an angel?" Truman suddenly asked.
"What?!" This ti Russell really couldn't sit still.
No matter how unwilling he was, he knew clearly that being an angel was probably his limit.
According to his understanding, both the "hermit" path and the "perfection" path have true gods hanging in the star realm.
The road ahead was blocked. It had taken him several years to accept this fact, but now...
"Dad!" Bernadette jumped off the swing and threw herself into Russell's arms. As a little cotton-padded jacket, she cald down Russell instantly.
Russell held Bernadette in his arms and rubbed his daughter's white and tender hands. Then he looked at Truman, who had a dull face, and said softly: "As far as I know, there is no suitable position up there now."
"Yes, it is already difficult to go further with the twenty-two paths to God, and your upper level is even more blocked." Truman agreed.
"Then the opportunity you are talking about cos from outside the path of God?" Russell said thoughtfully, "Like your 'dream'?"
It is obvious that the "dream" path is outside the twenty-two paths of God.
What's even more special is that Russell has never seen a single "dream" path material or formula until now.
"The gift system cannot beco a god." Truman denied Russell's speculation.
Unless the uniqueness is dug out from the gifter, the true god of the gift path cannot appear.
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