<h4>Chapter 217: Bernadette</h4>


    Looking at the almost nk 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 some fairy tales in his memory and formed a fairy tale town.


    These include ssics such as The Little Match Girl and Little Red Riding Hood.


    Of course, they all haveedic endings. For example, the little match girl finally came to the fantasy world and saw her grandma in thest 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 excitement."


    In the illusion world, space and time are meaningless. It also has some very simr 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 be 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 seemed to feel something, took a step forward, and came to an exquisite garden.


    "Ouch!" A milky voice exmated. 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 shing under long eyshes.


    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 me uncle, Huang Beibei." Truman stretched out his right hand and gently touched the little girl''s white cheek.


    "Eh? You also call me Beibei?" The little girl looked at Truman with dazzling big eyes, "Only dad can call me 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.


    "s!" Russell picked up Bernadette and gently spun her around.


    "This uncle also calls me 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 me 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 smells so good, like a strawberry-vored cake!" Bernadette shouted excitedly.


    "Is that your favorite vor?" Truman asked.


    "Yes, I also like the smell of coconut and chocte..." Bernadette spoke slower and slower, her nose twitching slightly. She smelled a simr smell on Truman, and she seemed to be addicted to that delicious taste.


    "..." The death gaze from Russell.


    "Haha." Trumanughed heartily. What stood out to him was his wishing true.


    And such a little girl has an extremely pure mind and can get the clearest feedback from Truman.


    Bernadette can have whatever she wants.


    Truman ced Bernadette on a small swing in the park, while he and Russell sat on a chair nearby.


    "Are you so popr with children?" Russell couldn''t help asking.


    "This is a dream." Truman exined, 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 simr 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 "ult schr". With the "Twilight Hermit Society" as a channel, he has a deeper understanding of the mysterious world.


    "I came here to find you to ''join''."


    "You want me to work for you? Don''t even think about it!" Russell subconsciously refused.


    He, Russell, will never be able to work part-time 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 ce.


    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 be 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 bing an angel.


    "Besides... do you want to go one step further to be an angel?" Truman suddenly asked.


    "What?!" This time Russell really couldn''t sit still.


    No matter how unwilling he was, he knew clearly that being an angel was probably his limit.


    ording 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 ept this fact, but now...


    "Dad!" Bernadette jumped off the swing and threw herself into Russell''s arms. As a little cotton-padded jacket, she calmed 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 aboutes 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 form until now.


    "The gift system cannot be a god." Truman denied Russell''s spection.


    Unless the uniqueness is dug out from the gifter, the true god of the gift path cannot appear.