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

The illusory mist drifted through the gaps in the glass partition, like invisible ink, staining every corner sticky and oppressive.

The ticking of the countdown became the only background noise, striking a nerve in everyone's hearts, gradually prying out and amplifying the jealousy buried deep in their hearts, until it burned into a raging fire.

Chen Mo's cubicle was eerily quiet, with only the ticking of the timer echoing in the cramped space.

He glanced down at the ABCD buttons in front of him, then looked up at Li Tianwei across from him. The insightful lines in his eyes gleamed with a faint golden light, taking in the swirling mist of jealousy surrounding the other man.

Meanwhile, Li Tianwei stared intently at him, the bloodshot veins in his eyes spreading like a spider web, even the whites of his eyes glowing a terrifying crimson.

He and Chen Mo had a long-standing rivalry for first and second place in their grade. No matter how many nights he studied or how many practice questions he did, he could only stay in second place and could never reach Chen Mo's number one spot.

At first, he just stared at the button panel, his Adam's apple bobbing repeatedly, as if he were swallowing some unspeakable secret. But when the illusionary mist seeped in through the mirror and wrapped around his ankles, the pent-up resentment finally broke through the dam.

Why are you always number one?

Li Tianwei's voice trembled, choked with sobs, and tears mixed with blood streamed down his face. "I did mock exams until 2 a.m., my notes were thicker than a dictionary, but in the end, I still missed out on you by one place!"

He took half a step forward, and the reflection in the glass instantly distorted. The grievance in his eyes turned into resentment, and his tone suddenly rose, becoming sharp and questioning:

"Did you secretly hide some kind of secret technique? Did you never consider me a rival at all? After all I've worked so hard, am I just meant to be your supporting character?"

Chen Mo's insightful gaze remained steady, his tone consistently calm and restrained, and he even leaned forward slightly, attempting to close the distance:

"I've never kept anything from you. Last Wednesday evening during self-study, when you were stuck on the last geometry problem, I drafted my solution and gave it to you; I even copied my own to fill in the missing page of function formulas in your notes. We've discussed difficult problems together in the library and asked teachers for help in their offices. We're not rivals, we're classmates and friends."

He paused, his gaze falling on the button, his voice becoming calmer, carrying a rational admonition:

"This is a very simple basic equation. The correct answer is C. If we both choose the correct answer, we will each get 100 points and avoid the penalty."

But Li Tianwei's consciousness was already shrouded in a fog of illusion. Chen Mo's words were like a pebble thrown into boiling oil, only stirring up even more intense anger. He suddenly waved his hand and roared:

"Hypocrite! You've said everything you could think of, you just want to prove you're so great!"

As these words were spoken, the pale gold vertical lines in Chen Mo's eyes finally flickered.

He had never considered Li Tianwei a rival, but the daily chase, the whispers after class, and the sarcastic remarks outside the examination hall had already instilled a hidden weariness in his heart. This emotion was amplified infinitely by the illusion, even causing his perception to become unstable, the pale golden light flickering.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but saw that Li Tianwei's fingertip was already hovering above the error button, his eyes filled with a madness that seemed ready to take them all down with him.

In Su Wan's cubicle, her quiet face was reflected in the glass, while Huang Yi across from her had red eyes, not from fear, but from a mixture of grievance and jealousy.

Both are art students. Last month at the campus art festival, Su Wan's work was displayed in the center of the exhibition hall, and even the school newspaper used it as the front page illustration, while Huang Yilu's painting was squeezed into a corner.

At first, Huang Yilu just lowered her eyes, trying to understand the question, but when the illusion fog wrapped around her wrist, the pent-up resentment exploded instantly.

Why do your paintings always get so much attention?

Huang Yilu stiffened her neck, her voice trembling with tears, yet deliberately sarcastic, "And the art entrance exam, did you bribe the teacher? Otherwise, why did your score score ten points higher than mine!"

A faint, spiritual silver light emanated from Su Wan's body, but it trembled under the pressure of the illusory mist.

She recalled how she had stayed up for half a month to prepare her artwork for the art festival, spending every day in the studio until the early hours of the morning, her school uniform skirt stained with paint, and her fingers calloused from the charcoal pencils.

I remember Huang Yilu secretly tearing up my drawing paper when she wasn't around, and pretending not to know anything...

Those grievances were magnified infinitely by the illusion, stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single word of explanation, and he could only watch helplessly as Huang Yilu's fingertip hovered over the wrong button.

In the middle cubicle on the fifth floor, a pair of twin sisters stared intently at the button panel. The ABCD buttons on the panel gleamed with a cold white light, casting contrasting shadows on the sisters' faces.

The older sister's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and the mist seeped into her collar through her hair, completely fermenting the grievances of more than ten years into a venomous, consuming resentment.

New clothes are always chosen for the younger sister first, and the younger sister always gets more snacks than the younger sister. Even recently, the only spot in the experimental class was given to the younger sister by her parents, who said "the younger sister needs to be promoted more." They bypassed the younger sister, who was studying hard, and gave her the opportunity that could determine her future.

Her eyes were lowered, her voice deliberately kept steady, even carrying a hint of the composure expected of an older sister, though a barely perceptible tremor lingered at the end of her syllable:

"I just did this English cloze test last night. The correct answer is A. Let's choose quickly and get the points together."

As she said this, her fingertips hovered lightly above the A button, as if she was about to press it. She even turned her gaze to her sister, trying to use their years of sisterly affection to lower her guard.

But only she knew that the sweat in her palms had soaked the surface of the button, and her fingertips, hovering over option A, were subtly sliding toward the incorrect option B.

In another cubicle in the corner of the top floor, two best friends who used to be inseparable were locked in a battle of wits. One pressed the correct answer with great anticipation, while the other gritted her teeth and chose the wrong one.

The girl who answered correctly had her score reduced to negative. As she was being dragged away by the punisher, she pounded on the glass and shouted, "I consider you my best friend!" But all she got in response was her best friend's extremely indifferent profile.

The piercing screams rose and fell, becoming the bloody backdrop to this prison of jealousy.

The disciplinary officers darted back and forth between the cubicles, dragging students and teachers with negative scores toward the fog outside the school.

The countdown's electronic tone grew increasingly urgent, like a death knell.

The jealousy in each compartment was pushed to its extreme by the illusion. The fog of delusion was so thick that it couldn't be dispersed, and even the reflections in the mirrors began to distort and overlap, turning into the images that each other hated the most.

Looking at Jiang Zhehao's almost manic face, Lu Yu felt the runes on his palm burning hot, and the restlessness in his heart was about to break through his defenses.

As Liu Jing listened to Jia Ying's deliberate coaxing, the purifying power condensed and dissipated in her palm.

Looking at Li Tianwei's reddened eyes, Chen Mo had already sensed that this level corresponded to "jealousy," but the hidden sense of disgust in his heart was still getting stronger and stronger.

Su Wan endured Huang Yilu's slander, her spiritual light flashing, tears welling up in her eyes;

Under the intense pressure of this intense jealousy, everyone's psychological defenses began to crumble.

Oh, except for Zhao Lei...