Chapter 438 I Met
At this point in time, the miracle plan has already begun.

If Anti had not been able to clearly see the white mist lingering outside Assalon from a distance through the window, he would have really wanted to witness the great deeds of Xuman and others in the past directly in this dream.

But now let's meet Sylvia.

Since the miracle twins have not been born yet, Sylvia is probably the dream master of this dream.

Led by Hopkins, they quickly moved around the castle. The two girls were familiar with the place and seemed very familiar with the castle.

There were servants in the castle but they were few and far between, and compared to the size of the castle, the popularity of the place was really out of proportion.

The few servants didn't care at all about the twin sisters and Anti.

I don’t know whether it’s convenient to travel in dreams, or whether the security in that era was just like that.

Anti felt that he had suddenly appeared in this castle, and this dream was not the type that required breaking the dream logic to interfere with it. Why was no one alert to this stranger like him?

They came to the other side of the castle, which seemed to be a guest room.

After arriving at the place, Hopkins and Endehai stopped and pointed to the room and said, "This is it, sir."

Anti thanked him softly. The door was open, so he went straight to the door and looked inside.

Inside the room, a woman was frowning as she mobilized the black and gold power in her hands and cast it on the person lying on the bed.

The woman's facial features are three-dimensional and soft, very much like an ordinary person's style, but the woman herself is closer to the classical beauty in Anti's memory.

It’s not amazing, and it seems ordinary at first glance, but it’s very pleasing to look at.

Anti waited quietly for a moment until the light in the woman's hand disappeared, then raised his head and looked at him.

"Hello?" Sylvia's dark brown eyes flickered slightly and she stood up from the bed.

The protruding belly indicated her condition at the moment.

Anti didn't feel much in the dream, and his attention was actually mainly focused on the bed in the room.

The person lying on the bed was both familiar and strange to Anti.

It's Shuman.

The reason why he is said to be strange is that, apart from the silver-gray curly hair, this Human looks very different from the Human that Anti knows, but he is very similar to Human's confused mind body.

This is Xiuman’s original form.

A more mysterious way of saying it would be: the first life.

Well, such a young Xiuman... In fact, he looks a little older than the Xiuman that Anti knew. After all, the Xiuman that Anti knew was still young in this life, it's just that his lifespan was shortened.

As for this Shuman... is he going to die from overwork? Even though it's just a dream, should I tell him about the future of dying from overwork?
At this time, Xiuman's breathing was steady and he was in a coma. He looked very miserable, with wounds of varying sizes all over his body.

Xiuman said that he had been here in the early days of Assalon, and it turned out to be like this.

"Um... hello." Anti came back to his senses and responded to Sylvia.

"Are you, his companion?" Sylvia said, glancing at Shuman lying on the bed.

She probably noticed that Anti was unusual, and considering the current environment, she subconsciously connected Xiuman and Anti.

"I guess so, but I'm mainly here because I'm curious about you, Miss Sylvia." Anti replied.

"Me? Haha." Sylvia smiled and naturally accepted Anti, the outsider.

"I only have this power thanks to the baby in my belly." She stroked her belly lovingly.

Then he raised his head and said, "You have come from afar, and it must be hard for you to travel so far. I'm sorry for not entertaining you. I'll go prepare some tea."

Anti said no, but Sylvia left quickly anyway.

This doesn't seem like a skill a pregnant woman should have.

Alas, the legendary pregnant woman.

That belly was almost the size of a mother who was about to give birth after ten months of pregnancy. But Anti remembered the information he had seen through Night Eyes before, that Sylvia had been pregnant with the miracle twins for ten years. Ten months was a lot of pressure for a woman, and ten years...

Even if you have magical powers, you cannot ignore time.

Hopkins and Endehai quietly peeked out from behind the door, they seemed to be hiding from Sylvia.

"Don't you want to say hello to her?" An asked.

"I can see you every day. There's no need to say hello. Just being able to look at you is enough." Hopkins said with a smile.

Endehai silently watched Sylvia disappear around the corner. Her expression, as if the whole world owed her money since she was born, made people really want to beat her up.

At this time, the person on the bed moved.

After turning over several times as if a little irritated, he slowly opened his eyes, looked around first, and finally sat up and fixed his eyes on Anti.

"You are..." The eyes of Xuman's original body were narrower and longer. How to put it, it had the flavor of the stereotyped treacherous minister in movies and TV dramas.

But Anti actually quite likes this look, because it gives a mixture of smartness and stupidity.

"I'm the friend you don't know."

Shuman: ?
Although he didn't understand what Anti was talking about, Xiuman looked at him carefully and said, "Although it's strange, it seems that there is really an inexplicable sense of familiarity... But you are still very dangerous, and you are very similar to a being I know, in some aspects of characteristics."

"I'd like to hear more about it." Anti sat down in the chair beside the bed where Sylvia had just sat, with a familiar look.

"Lebanon." Shuman slowly uttered the name.

"Oh?" Anti said indifferently.

"You don't look surprised." Xiuman seemed to be still testing Anti.

This feeling of vigilance finally made Antii feel a little more real. In comparison, whether it was the twins outside the door, the servants here, or Sylvia, they were all too easy to accept him.

"Of course I'm not surprised at what others think. I'm just curious as to why you think so."

"..." Xiuman did not answer, but stretched out his hand and looked at his palm.

He took a deep breath, and a faint white light flashed by.

Body shaping...

Anti watched silently.

"I succeeded...is it because it doesn't care about me at all? Ha, well, that's enough." Xiuman chuckled, but suppressed the great ecstasy in his heart.

"Self-miracle, have you mastered it now?" Anti said without much hesitation. Playing dumb is also a difficult job. Anti chose to be direct and throw the doubts to others.

"You know?" Xiuman looked at Anti.

"Miracle Project. I only know roughly what you are going to do, but I don't know exactly what you are going to do. Based on what you just said, it seems that the source of your power is related to Lebanon?"

Xiuman stared at Anti for a long time, then chose to speak slowly: "A miracle is a method that exists at the bottom of this world, allowing an unrelated existence to master a power that should be unrelated, representing the hidden connection between things. This process can be slow and gentle, taking a long time, and naturally absorbing power from related things."

"But that's too slow, isn't it?" Anti continued.

"That's too slow. The pillars are finding suitable hosts one by one, more and more pillar gods are becoming famous, and the racial war is making the situation of humanity even more difficult... So we have to look for those existences with clear symbols and seize the 'key' of power through direct 'contact' with the other party." Xiuman's face turned unhappy and he clutched the quilt with both hands.

"How did you do it?" An subconsciously held his breath after asking the question.

"With the abilities humans possess, what else can we do? We can only look for opportunities again and again, and keep trying to get closer to those pillar gods who would make our legs go weak and our wills lose even if we just look at them from a distance..."

"We use numbers and a weak attitude to exchange for an incredibly low success rate. As long as we can encounter those terrifying beings, it will be a chance."

"You touched it." Anti leaned forward and asked.

"I met...Lebanon." Shuman answered slowly.

(End of this chapter)