Helping each other with countless me.

Chapter 584 begins with the riots in the Sea of ​​Psionic Energy.
"Shared space."

"Data Analysis of the Modern Cultivation World"

"In this world, after Li Zhongren killed the leader of the Northern Underworld Devouring Heaven Sect, he acquired his knowledge and then entered the Central Academy of Great Xia."

"A multi-year stabilization study has begun."

"Ultimately, he completely mastered his power and became a hidden god of this world, maintaining its operation."

"Regularly harvesting the world's fortune"

"Begin the search for a new world"

"The order has been issued"

"Command executed"
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BY Border Area No. 1 Smart Phone —
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In 2333 AD, the number of humans on Earth with self-awareness, complete personalities, and relatively complete values ​​officially surpassed 10 billion.
The world has entered the era of the psychic sea upheaval.
Li Zhongren flipped through the textbook in his hand.

This is the history of this world.

Or rather, it is a summary of the old order by the new era after the era of catastrophe has temporarily come to an end.

To put it simply...

Alaya-vijnana, a Buddhist concept, is a real existence. It is the final destination of all the past dead beings on Earth.

A vast, parallel, psionic world.

That is, the ocean of psionic energy.

The psychic sea is not just the final resting place of the dead.

At the same time, it resonates with the living, since they are all essentially souls.

And when the number of humans in the real world with logical thinking ability exceeds 10 billion.

The accumulation of quantity leads to a qualitative change.

Parallel lines that would never intersect have now come together.

Then, the world began to embark on a completely new path, racing forward relentlessly.

In the Sea of ​​Psionic Energy, all sorts of monsters, eerie things, souls, and all sorts of strange and wonderful things began to infiltrate the real world.

While bringing enormous disasters to the real world, it also brought opportunities.

That is, extraordinary.

Therefore, after nearly losing their nation and being wiped out, the people of this world gradually turned the tide.

Ultimately, a new era was built upon the ruins.

They even resealed the Sea of ​​Psionic Energy.

While it cannot completely seal them off, it has reduced the likelihood of monsters invading reality to a low-probability event.

Even more so, they could develop the world of the Sea of ​​Psionic Energy.

Yes.

The Sea of ​​Psionic Energy is not only teeming with so-called monsters, but it also constantly gestates and evolves, giving birth to countless small worlds within it.

In Li Zhongren's view as a transmigrator, this thing was like the God's Space.

In fact, the same is true.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was for some other reason.

Through the information, he analyzed that the small worlds in the psionic sea of ​​this world were all movies and animations from his previous life.

However, due to the corruption caused by the rampaging psionic sea, things like the plot and power system have changed.

However, the core elements are actually quite similar.

Therefore, this is a positive development for him.

He can use limited intelligence to seize greater benefits.

In fact, in this new era, humanity's focus has basically shifted to maintaining the operation of human society by developing the Sea of ​​Psionic Energy. Everything revolves around this point, since the protracted war has turned most of the real world into forbidden zones that are difficult for ordinary humans to access.

Humans live in cities, much like in the cyberpunk era.

Rural areas, county towns, small cities.

They have all become synonymous with history.

Humans can only live in strictly sealed-off megacities; only under their protection can the lower classes live in peace.

The only good news is that humans no longer need to farm.

Technology has liberated all of this. Through carbon dioxide, humans can mechanically produce starch and sugar, the two most basic energy sources. Then, based on these, they can cultivate various artificial meats, artificial vitamins, and artificial dietary fiber. When mixed together, they create a nutritionally perfect meal that tastes like pig feed.

It tastes bad, but it's cheap.

As for even tastier food, there certainly is, but you'll have to pay for it.

This is also why Li Zhongre plans to go to the Sea of ​​Spiritual Energy to become an adventurer.

Having grown accustomed to the food of his previous life, he had no interest in this pig swill-like stuff.

The good news is that, as a time traveler, he has a cheat code.

The bad news is that he is an unregistered resident in this city.

Of course, unregistered individuals are not uncommon in this era, but the problem is that adventurers must have a certain level.

Therefore, his most pressing need right now is to obtain an identity.

This is not easy.

But as I said before, it's fortunate that he had a cheat code.

As members of this sharing space, we guys would never cheat ourselves, let alone others.

Therefore, the art of mental portraiture is integrated with the corresponding world.

His cheat code has hatched.

A pretty interesting cheat.

Simply put, it's a lie coming true.

The specific conditions are as follows.

He tells a lie, for example, saying, "I am Qin Shi Huang, and if you give me 50 points, I will appoint you as a great general."

This is a lie.

If a normal person hears someone say that to them, they would think he is Qin Shi Huang. A well-mannered person would ignore you, while a poorly-mannered person might curse you in the street.

But regardless of the reason, it shows that the other party does not believe your lie.

And then, something interesting happened.

If he tells a lie, and the person who hears the lie believes it is a lie.

Then, the lie will become the truth.

He really will become Qin Shi Huang.
Of course, there are limitations as well.

When a lie becomes true, it depletes the luck of the other party or the group of people involved.

If there isn't enough luck, the ability won't activate.

Therefore, deciding how big a lie to tell and whether the other party has enough luck are all skillful tasks.

But as I said before, the guys in the sharing space won't cheat him; his abilities are shown on the panel.

The panel can determine how much luck your lie requires, as well as how much luck the targeted person has. They can keep modifying the lie until they reach the required amount of luck.

As for what happens when the other party's luck is completely exhausted?
Generally speaking, one will experience bad luck, and as their fortunes gradually recover, if they are not strong enough, they may even die as a result.
Li Zhongren closed the thick history textbook, his fingertips tracing the edges of the pages, making a soft rustling sound.

Outside the window was a cyberpunk-style cityscape at night, with huge holographic billboards splashing neon colors into his cramped temporary residence, reflecting on his calm and expressionless face.

The lingering taste of the swill-like nutritional paste seemed to still be on his tongue, reminding him of his predicament. His undocumented status was like an invisible shackle, binding him to the very bottom of this steel jungle.

Deep within my consciousness, a simple yet eerie panel floats silently—[Lies Create Truth].

“It’s time to start the 'hunt'.”

Li Zhongren muttered to himself, a faint smile playing on his lips. He needed neither anger nor excitement; it was like a programmer fixing a known bug or an accountant verifying a series of numbers—just necessary steps carried out according to plan. His target was the criminal organization known as the "Iron Jaw Gang" that controlled this neighborhood.

They were loan sharks, extorted protection money, and ran an illegal sex trade; their crimes were heinous. And what good fortune? They must have plenty of it, perfect for putting to good use.

After several days of observation and with the aid of the panel's detection, he determined that the core members of the Iron Jaw Gang would be meeting tonight at their hideout, an underground bar.

……

The underground bar was filled with smoke and was noisy and chaotic.

The leader of the Iron Jaw Gang and several of his trusted henchmen were sitting around a table, tallying up this week's "harvest," with a small stack of banknotes piled up.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the bar's not-so-sturdy door was kicked open.

All sounds stopped suddenly.

A figure slowly walked in through the entrance, which was filled with smoke and neon lights.

He wore a faded old coat, and his figure was not particularly robust, even somewhat thin, but his gait was steady and his eyes were frighteningly calm, completely out of place with the violent and chaotic atmosphere here.

It was Li Zhongren.

"who?!"

"Damn it, are you looking for death?"

After a brief moment of shock, several thugs closest to the door rushed up, cursing and brandishing steel pipes and daggers.

Li Zhongren didn't even look at them. He spoke to the group of people who were clearly the leaders in a clear and steady tone, as if stating an objective fact.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Zhongren. I am a third-class citizen with a body of steel, invulnerable to knives and bullets, and able to catch bullets with my bare hands."

"??"

"puff"

"Ha ha ha ha."

A series of laughs rang out in the bar.

These gangsters almost laughed themselves to death.

A moment later, the laughter subsided.

The boss sitting there waved his hand.

"Ironclad, invulnerable to swords and spears, huh, Bob? Get him properly arranged."

"Okay, boss."

A fat, burly gangster pulled out a dagger and stabbed it at Li Zhongren's neck.
"Keng!"

With a crisp metallic clang, the dagger seemed to have struck a high-strength alloy, even scattering a few sparks from its tip, while Li Zhongren's coat remained completely unscathed.

The thug's hand was split open, and he stood there dumbfounded, clutching the twisted dagger.

Another thug slammed a steel pipe down hard on Li Zhongren's head.

"when!"

The steel pipe bent at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rebound force made the thug's arm go numb.

At this moment, Li Zhongren's gaze was already fixed on the control panel.
The above shows that his lie has come true.
This room contained over two hundred people. They contributed all their luck and barely managed to accomplish all of this. Even the invulnerability to swords and bullets was only a small part of it; the real prize was citizenship.
Moreover, they were all temporary.
Yes, this is also one of the panel's capabilities; lies can briefly become truth, which greatly increases flexibility.

For example, right now, he has gained superpowers for a day and citizenship for a day. Before the lie breaks down, all of this is absolutely real, but after a day, it will all disappear.

"Gun! Take him down!"

The gang leader was both shocked and furious. He suddenly pulled out an old-fashioned pistol from his back waist and, without hesitation, aimed it at Li Zhongren and pulled the trigger!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out in quick succession, and flashes of light pierced the dimly lit bar.

Under the incredulous gazes of all, Li Zhongren simply raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and waved them lightly in front of him a few times.

It was like brushing away the dust in front of my eyes.

Then, he opened his palm.

Three twisted and deformed brass bullets lay quietly in his palm, still emitting wisps of smoke.

At that moment, the bar was deathly silent, save for heavy breathing and the sound of some people's teeth chattering.

Catching a bullet with bare hands?
A transcendent being who has dived deep into the ocean of psychic energy?
A tremendous fear gripped everyone instantly; the more they had disbelieved the "lie" before, the more shocked and terrified they were now!

These gangsters have always bullied ordinary people; when have they ever messed with someone like this?

Li Zhongren didn't give them time to think. He clenched his fingers, crushed the bullet into a lump of scrap metal, and casually threw it on the ground with a crisp sound. He maintained his calm expression, as if he had just swatted a few mosquitoes.

What followed was simple and efficient.

With his "steel-like body" and the ability to "catch bullets with his bare hands," Li Zhongren dealt with these gangsters who only had cold weapons and one or two broken guns as easily as a tiger among sheep.

He made no unnecessary movements; every strike was precise and concise, snapping necks, shattering hearts, and the screams that briefly rose and then quickly faded away.

He maintained a chilling elegance and composure throughout, as if he weren't committing murder, but rather performing a precise surgical procedure or clearing away some unsightly debris. Blood didn't splatter on him, and wailing didn't affect his demeanor.

A few minutes later, he was the only one left standing in the bar.

There was another person lying on the ground groaning; that was the gang leader.

"I didn't do these things, you did them."

Li Zhongren looked at the gang leader and slowly typed out a sentence.

"???"

The gang leader looked at Li Zhongren with a bewildered expression.

Then he felt as if something was being pulled out of his body.
At the same time, an unfamiliar memory was implanted in his mind: he had killed all two hundred-plus people.
At the same time, everything in the bar seemed to be flashing and changing, including the footage from the security cameras.

Li Zhongren's traces were erased, replaced by a gang leader who suddenly went berserk and killed all the members.
In fact, to ensure he could do all this, the gang leader's body began to undergo strange changes.
However, halfway through the transformation, its body suddenly collapsed with a snap.
"This control panel is actually quite useful."

Li Zhongren wiped his hands, feeling a pang of emotion.

Not only can it be set as a temporary lie to reduce the consumption of luck, but the panel can also control everything more precisely when faced with vague human language. For example, it can interrupt the path of mutation. If he doesn't do anything, in order to ensure the completion of the lie, the gang leader might actually mutate into a superhuman, wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?
Although it's temporary, once it becomes permanent, it will still pose a certain threat to oneself.

But on the other hand, this incident also taught Li Zhongren a lesson: in this world, the difference in status determines the vast difference in fortune a person can obtain. More than two hundred gangsters tied together actually only have about the same amount of fortune as a gang leader.
The next morning.

Li Zhongren changed into clean and tidy clothes and went to the identity registration office of the local police station.

The clerk behind the window didn't even look up, mechanically repeating: "Name, original ID number, business to process."

"Li Zhongren, I have lost my original identity code. I am applying for a replacement and would like to inquire about my citizenship level."

Li Zhongren's voice was gentle yet firm.

The clerk impatiently entered the information, about to reprimand yet another unregistered person trying to slip through the cracks, but the information displayed on the screen made him sit up straight instantly, his impatience turning into surprise and even a hint of flattery.

Clearly displayed on the screen:
Name: Li Zhongren

[Citizen Class: Third Class]

[Privileges: Enjoy free infrastructure throughout the region, 80% reduction in personal income tax, full medical insurance...]

[Note: Information is complete, with no negative records.]

Third-class citizen! In this era, that's already considered being among the elite! Enough to make the vast majority of people look up to you! It means that as long as you don't pursue a luxurious lifestyle, you can live a very comfortable life entirely on social welfare, completely living a life of ease!

The clerk's attitude underwent a complete 180-degree turn, and his tone became extremely respectful.

"Hello Mr. Li! Your information is correct! This is your temporary identity document. The new identity card will be produced and mailed to your registered address within three business days. Is there anything else we can do for you?"

"that's all, thanks."

Li Zhongren accepted the temporary certificate, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.

Stepping out of the police station, the sunlight warmed him. He looked up at the massive steel city, his gaze fixed on the towering psionic sea access tower in the city center.

Everything he has gained now is temporary; the only way to make it real is to go to the Tower of Psionic Energy.

The only good news is that he doesn't need to worry about becoming a murderer.

This is the final setting regarding his abilities.

The end of an event does not invalidate a lie.
Just like what happened in the bar, once it's over, there's no more need for psychic energy to work, so the lie will no longer be ineffective.
Even if this lie is temporary.

(End of this chapter)