Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

The early autumn sun warmed the plastic track of No. 11 Middle School in Zhongzhou City. Colorful flags fluttered in the wind, and colorful balloons swayed on the roof of the teaching building like fragile bubbles suspended in mid-air.

The cheers from Class 14 of Senior Three almost lifted the East Stand. Liu Jing stood by the railing at the edge of the stand, her moon-white dress fluttering in the wind. She held a stack of tissues and bottled water in her hand, her eyes fixed on the finish line of the 100-meter track, even more nervous than her students.

The moment Zhao Lei crossed the finish line, Lu Yu and Su Wan jumped up almost simultaneously, their cheering sticks crumpled in their hands. Liu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the thin layer of sweat from her temples, and hurried towards the edge of the track.

"Champion! Zhao Lei from our class is the champion!"

Someone shouted first, and the cheers in the stands exploded instantly, with even students from the next class joining in the commotion and whistling.

Zhao Lei pushed through the crowd, his forehead plastered with wet strands of hair, his chest heaving like a bellows, yet he still grinned at Lu Yu while holding up the gold medal:

"How was that? Didn't embarrass our class, did you? Later in the 4x100 relay, I'll be a legend on the last leg!"

He rolled up his sleeves to show off his muscles, which made the girls laugh.

Liu Jing happened to walk up to him, handed him an open bottle of mineral water, and said with a tone of relief, "You ran well. Take a break first, don't overexert yourself."

She then took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead, her movements as natural as if she were protecting her own younger brother.

A warm feeling washed over Lu Yu, and just as he was about to lean forward, he saw Su Wan carrying a bowl of warm water, her ear tips flushed slightly, her voice soft and gentle:

"You should have some too, you were shouting so loudly just now."

Lu Yu reached out to take it, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against her slightly cool fingertips. They both withdrew their hands at the same time, and Su Wan hurriedly lowered her head, her ears turning even redder.

"Wow, Lu Yu, that's impressive! Su Wan even handed you water first!"

Zhao Lei, with his sharp eyes, draped his arm heavily over Lu Yu's shoulder and winked at him.

Lu Yu was about to retort when Liu Jing smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, stop bullying the child."

She pointed to the phone in Lu Yu's pocket, "It's rare for Zhao Lei to win the championship, let's take a group photo to commemorate it."

"Okay!" Zhao Lei was the first to respond, putting his arm around Lu Yu's shoulder and holding the gold medal between their faces to make a funny face.

Su Wan hesitated for a moment, then gently stood next to Lu Yu, her fingers clenching the hem of her clothes.

Sunlight filtering through the sycamore trees fell on the faces of the four people. Zhao Lei's playful antics, Su Wan's gentle smile, Lu Yu's awkwardness, and Liu Jing's tenderness were captured by the shutter. A breeze blew by, carrying the sweet scent of orange popsicles. It was a rare moment of relaxation and comfort in the senior year of high school.

Lu Yu's fingertips still held the slight coolness of his touch with Su Wan, and his heart was pounding even harder than when he was cheering her on; Zhao Lei huddled next to Liu Jing, rambling on about the 4x100 relay tactics, patting his chest to guarantee a comeback in the final leg; Su Wan secretly glanced at the group photo, unable to hide the smile on her lips.

Liu Jing returned the phone to him, reminded him to "warm up and avoid injury," and then turned and walked towards the podium. As she waved goodbye, the hem of her skirt drew a gentle arc.

Lu Yu watched her retreating figure and suddenly remembered how she usually cared for her students—

She stays after evening self-study sessions to explain problems, cares for students when they are sick, and encourages them when they are down. She is not only a guardian of the true nature of the environment, but also a homeroom teacher who cares about her students. This bond is heavier than imagined.

The warm atmosphere didn't last long before the weather suddenly changed.

In less than fifteen minutes, the bright sun was swallowed up by thick clouds, a biting chill suddenly swept in the wind, and a fine drizzle began to fall without warning.

At first, no one paid attention. A boy opened his hands to catch the rain and shouted, "Heaven-sent rain, we'll win the relay!" It wasn't until the rain became denser, a thin white mist rose in the air, and the distant school buildings were shrouded in a blurry, frosted glass-like haze that someone muttered, "This weather is such a downer."

Lu Yu took out his phone to look at the group photo again, but the signal bars on the screen suddenly turned gray, and the words "No Service" appeared starkly white. He refreshed the page several times to no avail, and his classmates around him began to exclaim, "My phone has no signal! The radio is down too!"

The sports meet march, which had been playing on repeat, suddenly stopped, and the playground was silent for half a second before being filled with even more clamorous discussions.

A sudden surge of unease welled up in Lu Yu's heart, and the mark on his palm suddenly burned hot, more intensely than ever before—

This is a warning that danger is approaching!

His gaze swept to the shadow beside the podium, where Liu Jing stood.

She clutched the peach wood hairpin in her hand, her stray hairs at her temples were wet with rain, and her face was as solemn as if covered in frost.

Lu Yu clearly saw the faint golden light emanating from her fingertips, which vanished in an instant. The patterns on the peach wood hairpin shone faintly, but it was never fully drawn.

Liu Jing naturally sensed the crisis.

The height of the platform allowed her to catch a glimpse of several dark figures in the white mist at the edge of the playground—

Those were executors of various shapes and sizes; some had skin covered in silvery-white scales, while others had tentacles hidden in the mist.

What made her heart sink even more was the flowing gray mist deep within the white fog. It was a high-level executor with unknown abilities, and its powerful aura caused her purification path to tremble slightly.

However, she dared not act rashly. The campus harbored thousands of times more ethereal spirits than humans, all of whom were ordinary ethereal spirits that had not yet triggered their devouring instincts. Once she used her purification domain, the power of the Great Dao would instantly stimulate these ethereal spirits to transform collectively. At that time, thousands of ethereal spirits would riot in the campus, and the consequences would be even more unimaginable than those of the illusion.

She could only clench the peach wood hairpin tightly, completely concealing her aura, like a sculpture blending into the shadows, observing the movements of the high-ranking executors while searching for an opportunity to break the deadlock.

Something's not right.

Lu Yu muttered to himself, and was about to grab Zhao Lei, who was still talking about relay race tactics, when he saw the white mist at the edge of the playground suddenly surge up, and several dark figures clearly emerged from the mist. They were the Executors!

Almost simultaneously, a piercing electrical shriek emanated from the loudspeakers, followed by complete silence, as if the signal across the entire campus had been severed by an invisible hand.

Lu Yu took out the temporary badge of the Shouzhen Bureau, wanting to infuse it with the power of the Great Dao to ask for help, but the badge had just lit up a little light when it was suppressed by a cold force swept by the gray mist. The Great Dao patterns on the surface of the badge instantly dimmed, as if covered with a layer of gray.

"The signal is blocked, so we can't notify Shouzhen Bureau."

Lu Yu's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would shatter his chest. He and Liu Jing were thinking the same thing, and they scanned the dense crowd on the playground and in the stands—athletes, spectators, teachers, at least ten thousand people. If a fight broke out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The gray fog slowly rose into the air, like an invisible giant net, and began to spread across the entire campus.

It flows extremely slowly, yet carries an irresistible rule. Wherever it passes, the raindrops hanging in mid-air eerily stop, shimmering with a very faint gray light, as if the whole world has been paused. A heavy sense of oppression, carried by the damp and cold wind, envelops everyone.