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Chapter 394. Distorting the Facts
At this moment, the lights were on in the TV station's office building.

In the station director's office, a young man stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He was wearing a pale yellow knitted sweater over a black shirt.

The shirt's pointed collar peeks out from the sweater's round neck, with delicate silver chains adorning the two collar points, shimmering softly under the light.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon belongs to the pantheon of the gods of light. After its defeat, the gods of light took over this place, and the Pope specially sent his holy son to manage it.

He was the Holy Son of Light, and in order to adapt to the local culture, he specially gave himself a new name, "Tan Xing".

Tan Xing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance. A flock of crows was flying across the sky, like torn shadows, intertwining with the blood-red starlight to create some kind of ominous sign.

Just a week ago, the last wisps of mist between the two worlds completely dissipated, and they merged seamlessly.

The long-lost leader of the Death Order suddenly cast a phantom image here, designating this place as his domain.

From that day on, the world of the gifted was shrouded in eternal night. The sun never rose from this land again.

Tan Xing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time before turning around and leaving the office, pushing open the door and walking towards the balcony on the other side of the corridor.

Apart from his office, only the secretary's office on this floor had its lights on.

The male secretary, wearing square-framed glasses, was engrossed in eating instant noodles when he saw a figure pass by the door. He instinctively looked up and called out:
"Hello, Director!"

"Ah."

Tan Xing nodded, his gaze quickly shifting from the bowl of fragrant, cylindrical food floating in red oil.

As a Holy Son of Light dispatched from elsewhere, he had been in this world for less than six months. He had spent most of his time on television affairs and was still unfamiliar with the everyday knowledge and common objects of this world.

Before his departure, the Pope sternly warned him that he must never reveal that he came from another world, and even more so, that no one should realize that he was a follower of the Light from the wizarding world.

Therefore, Tan Xing lives in this completely unfamiliar environment every day, trying his best to play the role of a local.

He carefully selected clothing devoid of any religious connotations and remained indifferent to anything strange.

Meanwhile, in the office, I frantically scrolled through short videos on the Ping An Forum, browsing trending topics and lifestyle information one by one, trying to understand the logic of this society through the internet.

Sometimes Tan Xing feels like a pseudo-human adapting to the human world, as often described on the internet.

After all, he and the fake person in the video shared the same confusion and hypocrisy.

However, he is indeed human, just someone who received a different kind of education from childhood. He must suppress his original thoughts and try to assimilate into this world.

"Da da……"

Tan Xing stepped onto the balcony, letting the night wind rush towards him. He slowly stretched out his hand, the wind flowing through his fingers, carrying a deep, chilling cold that seemed to seep into his bones.

The outer perimeter of this world is now completely shrouded by a barrier formed from condensed death energy.

The barrier, like an inverted giant bowl, firmly protected everything within it. Yet, the deathly aura emanating from the barrier itself still drifted in with the night wind, silently permeating this world and inevitably affecting the continent.

He gently twirled his fingertips, as if he could touch the invisible black mist in the wind.

Since the God of Death has erected a barrier to protect this world, he must not want this world to be harmed; therefore, this barrier must be temporary.

His mission was to allow the faith in the God of Light to permeate every corner of the world like the morning sun before the barrier was lifted. Only in this way could the inner and outer realms resonate when the barrier opened, winning a wider land of faith for the Lord.

Tan Xing withdrew his hand, his gaze fixed on the deep night sky in the distance. In the silence, his thoughts became increasingly clear and meticulous. He and the entire Holy See of Light knew that the Dark Aura of Death would affect the continent, and that its barrier was only temporary.

But the people of this world don't know that.

This is a good information gap, which he can use to achieve his own goals.

It is very difficult to get people in a world without faith to believe in a god. Tan Xing clearly understood that he needed an entry point to introduce the concept of "god" into the minds of people in the new world.

Let them understand what God is and how He will affect their lives, thereby guiding them to believe in God.

This is a difficult entry point to reach using his own religious beliefs, but the God of Death and Silence could be a good one.

Tan Xing looked at the dark sky and the crows that occasionally flew across it, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The God of Death and Silence is indeed very kind to the people of this world, but its chilling aura and pitch-black divine power—wouldn't anyone find it evil?

He had read about people's impressions of mythology and understood what darkness represented in their eyes.

By cleverly exploiting information asymmetry and combining it with stereotypes, spreading the message that the barrier of death is evil and attempts to kill everyone in the world, while concealing the truth... one can simultaneously achieve the goals of gaining an entry point and smearing others.

Tan Xing smiled slightly.

This idea is well-thought-out and feasible.

Because what he now controls is a vital channel for the world to make its voice heard—the television station.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, at Rose Medical...

"what……"

Finally, in the afternoon, Jiang Jianxin was able to speak again. Curled up on the hospital bed, he kicked off the blankets and first clutched his chest and abdomen, saying:

"It hurts... Why does it hurt so much..."

The power of death is too great; its impact on you is too immense.

My intuition told me the truth.

It will be fine in a few days.

Once you're fully recovered, you'll need to return to the world of talent.

It served as a reminder.

Is there any news over there lately?

Jiang Jianxin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked.

Of course there are! You still have a ton of things to take care of. Aren't you afraid someone will raid your base?

Intuition guides the way.

I'm taking a break today and enjoying my New Year's Day.

In addition, a new book is also in preparation, which may be released in the middle or end of this month. It will be first published on Hongxiu. The theme is the very popular NP genre there. You can look forward to a wave of NP masterpieces by an author who specializes in writing NP novels without a romantic pairing (￣.￣). I have carefully read a lot of romance masterpieces, absorbed a lot of essence, and grown a lot of love cells. Please believe in my learning ability!