I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 931, 926. A mountain is not valued for its height.
"The true god."

The moment he heard those words, the Heavenly Demon was immediately certain.

Yes, this is a reality warper.

Only something like this would be so arrogant as to call itself a god; its near-omnipotent power is like a supreme crown, making all those who wear it unable to see themselves or reality clearly.

What's even crueler is that they don't need to see reality clearly.

Because they are reality.

Compared to the so-called ancient gods, these guys are closer to truly omnipotent gods. At least from a certain perspective, when looking at these crazy creatures, people always have the illusion that they are all-powerful.

Everything must yield to them, and everything must make way for them.

But the Heavenly Demon knew very well that this was just an illusion.

He had killed several reality warpers. In most cases, these guys were not invincible, and often they were particularly prone to getting lost in their own illusions, making them easy targets for him.

Being caught out by a martial artist is a fatal thing.

However, he also had to admit that some reality warpers could indeed match their arrogance, such as the destined returner who created heaven and the Holy Church.

The power of the man before them seemed to match his temperament to some extent.

The madness and arrogance buried deep beneath that calm exterior, along with a touch of indifference that makes one a self-proclaimed god, could indeed unleash himself, and could indeed plunge himself into eternal torment.

At the same time, it is indeed possible that he might fulfill his promise out of kindness.

The Heavenly Demon slowly spoke:

“I can teach you martial arts, and I can even create a martial art for you. I dare say that apart from Divine Fist, no martial artist can do it as well as I can. I am indeed your best choice.”

"And if you are willing to keep your promise and release me from this imprisonment, I will offer you the highest respect and remember your kindness forever."

"If you need my help at that time, I will definitely do my best to help you."

This kind of thing is exactly what those self-proclaimed gods are most susceptible to.

Marx and Engels also smiled with satisfaction.
"Very good, I won't let you down."

The demon's answer showed that the image he had created had convinced him. The demon truly believed that he was the kind of guy who was so arrogant and thought he was omnipotent just because he could distort reality.

Of course, he would believe that his performance was normal, since the character he portrayed was not only based on information he found in various sources, but also on reality distorters he had personally encountered.

It's not hard to imagine that when reality can be folded and kneaded at will, these guys will naturally become like the characters they portray, possessing an almost insane "confidence."

The reason Ma En thought the Heavenly Demon believed his interpretation was because of his answer.

The “promises” in his answer have already revealed his thoughts.

Only someone who sees themselves as a reality distorter and has decided to cooperate honestly with themselves will use these words to ensure their future salvation.

He has made his choice.

Of course, this could indeed be some kind of lie or disguise, but if the other party were really capable of such a disguise, they wouldn't be so foolish as to make a decision that harms themselves.

Yes, Mar and Eng were not worried at all that the other party would lie.

His only worry was that the Heavenly Demon was too stupid, or that he had been tortured to the point of losing his mind.

But the other party's words and actions have already refuted these possibilities. The Heavenly Demon asked:

How much time do you have?

Marx and Engels replied:
"I don't know exactly how much time I have, but it's certainly not endless, and it probably won't be particularly long, because some changes could happen at any time."

"So you don't need to create martial arts for me directly, or even improve them. As long as you can provide me with martial arts that suit me, I will keep my promise and grant you your freedom."

"If you feel that improvement would be a waste of time, just hand over the appropriate martial arts to me."

"Although it can't catch me, something is definitely chasing me."

Although what the Heavenly Demon said was good, Ma En did not forget that he was still in the realm of memories, even if it was a realm of memories with no boundaries.

And what you don't remember is simply not remembering.

Perhaps the Heavenly Demon has countless terrifying martial arts techniques in his mind that he could learn, but this martial arts master does not truly possess the ability to create martial arts out of thin air.

If the Heavenly Demon really does that, he might only touch the true boundary of this memory, or something unpredictable might happen.

Unless the celestial demon had created magic for him in the past.

The celestial demon did not refute, but simply said:

Tell me about your situation.

As he spoke, all the martial artists suddenly looked up into the depths of the museum and abandoned their immediate surroundings to walk into the depths.

Only a very few martial artists remained in place, and they all seemed to have entered a state of enlightenment.

Ma and Eng removed the vacuum soundproofing layer.

A loud chime is coming from deep within the museum.

The Divine Fist is about to begin his sermon.

Marx and Engels raised their hands and used their mental power to create a few gentle breezes:

"This power looks a lot like telekinesis, but I know that it is actually more accurately described as mental power. In addition to being able to exert telekinesis to a considerable extent, it also has mental attributes in essence."

"It gave me the power to fight against all kinds of mental phenomena, information harm, cognitive impairment, mental invasion, everything you can think of. It can also grow and adapt on its own, and even after suffering extremely terrible trauma, it can continue to heal itself."

"Actually, I am currently in a state of severe injury, which is why you can see me, which is why I am here, and at the same time, I am not here at all. I am recovering and returning."

"So if your martial arts can help me speed up this process, I would be very grateful."

"As I said, I don't need you to create some kind of unique martial art. I just need them to be useful to me. It doesn't matter if you provide several different martial arts."

"As long as you can satisfy me, I don't care how you do it."

Despite his emphasis, the Heavenly Demon remained unmoved.
"So in your perception, mental strength is actually almost the same as your body."

Marx and Engels replied:
“At least in martial arts, it is more like my body than my body. Anything you can do in martial arts, I can achieve in terms of mental strength, and it looks even better.”

The Heavenly Demon nodded, then said nothing more.

He closed his eyes and fell into absolute silence.

At the same time, a melodious and magnificent sound came from deep within the museum.