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

His fingertips were just an inch away from the calluses on his grandmother's palm, and the warm touch spread through the air, but Lu Yu's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

He suddenly became mostly awake: this was not the old house from his memory; this was the third illusion.

The first two illusions are either the sharpness of class oppression or the violence of emotions, but this one weaves a net in the gentlest way, turning everyone's most secret desires into tangible realities.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the illusion, Zhao Lei fell onto a soft lawn on the playground.

The sunlight was dazzling but not glaring; the vast green lawn carried a fresh grassy scent; the white lines of the football field were straight and crisp; the rubber granules on the running track were very bouncy underfoot; and even the wind carried just the right amount of coolness.

He casually grabbed the basketball at his feet, and without aiming, tossed it with his wrist. The ball traced a perfect parabola, flew over the soccer field, crossed the running track, and precisely smashed into the basketball hoop on the opposite court with a crisp "clang" that made the air vibrate.

The surrounding area erupted in thunderous cheers, with countless light boards bearing the name "Zhao Lei" waving, and the girls' screams piercing the clear sky, a hundred times more enthusiastic than the cheers at the school sports meet.

He turned and sprinted onto the track, his legs giving way to a powerful burst of speed. The wind filled his sleeves, but he showed no signs of fatigue, his breathing as steady as a leisurely stroll. Every meter, a finish line would automatically appear on the ground, and with each mark he crossed, a gleaming gold medal would be automatically pinned to his chest.

There is no tedious weight training here. Every shot is a sure thing, every sprint is a sure win. You are always the center of attention, and even your sweat carries the scent of glory.

His laziness allows him to achieve eternal victory without any effort.

His greed stemmed from the desire for this adoration to never end, to remain an invincible war god.

Su Wan found herself in a sun-drenched art studio.

The camphor wood easel gleamed with a warm luster, and the finest mineral pigments were squeezed into the porcelain dish, their colors dazzlingly bright.

She had barely sketched a silhouette of a scene in her mind when the paintbrush moved automatically across the canvas, the lines flowing as if alive, the light and shadow perfectly balanced. No need to stay up all night brainstorming, no need for repeated revisions, not even forcing herself to adjust colors, the image in her mind would be perfectly presented on the canvas.

Her studio was filled with her artwork. Her parents stood in the front row, their eyes filled with pride and tenderness. Her mother gently stroked the frame, her voice choked with emotion, "Our Wanwan is the best!"

The relatives who had once questioned her "uselessness in painting" gathered around her, praising her in hushed tones, their voices full of approval.

Lu Yu stood beside the easel, his fingertips gently tracing the edge of the canvas, his admiration undisguised, and said softly, "The warmth in your painting is more moving than any landscape."

There were also many unfamiliar viewers around, who stopped and gazed at her work, occasionally letting out heartfelt exclamations of amazement.

Her laziness allows her to reach the pinnacle of creation without expending any effort;

Her greed stemmed from the desire that her talent not be buried, and that those who cared about her would see her brilliance.

Chen Mo's illusion is a boundless library.

The bookshelves soared into the clouds, stretching to the horizon, and contained all kinds of books from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, from oracle bone inscriptions to cutting-edge theories.

His gaze fell on an ancient book, and the obscure classical Chinese automatically translated into colloquial language, flowing into his mind along with his gaze.

As your fingertips glide over a physics book, complex formulas and theorems instantly become clear and easy to understand, allowing you to grasp their essence without much effort.

No need to get up early to memorize, no need to struggle with difficult problems, knowledge flows in like a tide, making him an omniscient and omnipotent sage with ease.

His laziness allows him to grasp all the truths of the world without expending any effort;

His greed stems from a desire to know everything without omission and to always stand at the pinnacle of knowledge.

Liu Jing's dream world is a peaceful classroom, and even more so, a undisturbed sanctuary.

The students sat upright, their eyes clear, showing no threat from spirits or surprise attacks from enforcers. The books on their desks were neatly arranged, the sycamore leaves outside the window rustled, and sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a warm glow on the desks.

She doesn't need to stay up all night preparing lessons; lesson plans are automatically generated and tailored to each student's progress.

Without having to constantly be on edge to guard against danger, students can grow up safely, get into their ideal schools after graduation, and occasionally come back to visit with flowers.

There's no need to deal with sudden crises; daily life consists only of preparing lessons, lecturing, heart-to-heart talks with students, and receiving a caring phone call from parents after class.

Her laziness lies in not wanting to guard the edge of a knife, nor in not wanting to navigate crises;

Her greed stemmed from a desire for the tranquility of teaching and nurturing, a desire that could overcome all the illusions and dangers of the world.

Other teachers and students also fell into their own "carefree wonderland":

Game enthusiast He Guanghao was curled up in his gaming chair, his screen displaying a full array of equipment, skills with no cooldown, and bosses crumbling at the slightest touch. His teammates kept praising him, "Brother Hao is amazing!" "Following Brother Hao, we'll always win!" They said he didn't need to stay up all night practicing his skills to stay at the top of the game forever. His fingers flew across the keyboard, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Lin Mengmeng, a devoted fan, stood in a room filled with merchandise related to her idol. Her idol stood right in front of her, gently singing and chatting with her, his eyes only for her. No need to scramble for tickets, no need to gaze at him through a screen; she had his own personal companionship. Clutching her chest, she listened to every word with utter rapt attention.

Wang Yuemeng, who loves food, is surrounded by delicacies from land and sea, from street snacks to top-notch cuisine. She can never finish eating, and she never gains weight no matter how much she eats. She holds a crispy fried chicken in her left hand, a refreshing milk tea in her right, her mouth stuffed with soft and chewy pastries, and she doesn't even bother to wipe the sauce off her face. Her eyes are filled only with greed and satisfaction for the food.

Welcome to the carefree wonderland!

A gentle, spring-like female voice rang in everyone's ears, filled with warmth and laughter, like a caring guide: "This is your perfect world, where all wishes will come true and all worries will disappear~"

As the voice spoke, a pale gold bracelet appeared on everyone's wrist, displaying the words "Fairyland Points: 100," with a friendly reminder popping up beside it:

[Wonderland Welfare Details]

All the beauty of this wonderland will stay with you forever. One point will be automatically deducted every minute; as long as you have enough points, you can continue to enjoy this exclusive happiness.

Don't worry if you don't have enough points! You can choose to let go of your worries; the more you let go, the more points you'll earn!

There is no danger in this paradise, only eternal joy. Rest assured and immerse yourself in your own happiness!

After the notification disappeared, the points on the bracelet began to slowly increase. The glow of 100 points was soft and alluring, like a frog being slowly boiled in water, making people subconsciously lower their guard.

Lu Yu's hand was still frozen in mid-air when the pale golden rune in his palm suddenly became hot, and a pure power of truth spread along his meridians.

He looked at his smiling grandmother, and his heart clenched as if it had been violently torn apart—this couldn't be real. His grandmother was still missing, his parents were still waiting for him to come home, everyone was still trapped in an illusion, and he couldn't hide here, indulging in false warmth.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyu?" Grandma's voice was even gentler. She reached out to hold his hand, which was hanging in mid-air. The warmth of her fingertips was so real that it made his heart tremble. "Grandma will go and make you some stewed ribs. You sit here and don't go anywhere."

The aroma of the spare ribs in the kitchen grew stronger, tempting him to move the ribs forward another half inch.

Lu Yu's fingertips trembled slightly. Reason told him he should break free immediately, but the longing in his heart surged like a tide—

Just stay a little while, even just ten minutes, to savor the long-lost companionship before leaving...