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

The warmth of Lu Yu's fake palm still lingered on the back of Su Wan's hand, like a layer of unmelting icing, stickily enveloping her senses.

The praise in the exhibition hall, her parents' pride, and the almost unrealistic light and shadow on the paintings enveloped her like a frog being slowly boiled in water, almost making her drown in this tailor-made beauty.

But the seeds of clarity had already been sown deep within her, and she knew, of course, that this was an illusion.

She looked at her "mother" beside her, and upon closer inspection, her "mother's" face was so blurry it was as if she were looking through frosted glass; she couldn't even see the texture of the stray hairs at her temples.

Su Wan's mother died suddenly when she was three years old. Her father was a long-distance driver all year round, and there wasn't even a clear photo of her mother in the family. All her imagination of her mother came from her father's fragmented descriptions. No matter how exquisite the fantasy was, it could not weave a real outline.

Moreover, the spiritual power within her body had already quietly spread out. When she touched "parents" and "Lu Yu", she only felt an empty illusion, without any vibrant emotional fluctuations.

"I will not fall into the same illusion again."

Su Wan's voice was soft, yet it carried an unwavering resolve. She looked up at the real Lu Yu at the doorway, the confusion in her eyes instantly vanishing, leaving only clarity.

The moment she finished speaking, the illusion surrounding her began to collapse.

The glass walls of the exhibition hall cracked like a spiderweb, the crisp sound of shattering piercing the cloying atmosphere. The colors on the paintings faded rapidly, like sand paintings washed away by the tide. The illusory figures of the parents turned into specks of light, silently dissipating into the air. Even the illusory Lu Yu's outline distorted, his perfect gentleness shattering completely, roaring as he turned into a cloud of gray mist, ultimately dispelled by Lu Yu's piercing light blade.

The score on the bracelet jumped to "61", the illusion completely dissipated, and the two returned to the background of "Worry-Free Wonderland", with only the bracelet on their wrists still quietly jumping.

"I'm sorry, I just now..." Su Wan raised her hand to wipe away the tears that were still wet at the corners of her eyes, her voice filled with unspeakable guilt.

"I understand." Lu Yu shook his head, the light blade in his palm slowly retracting. "The beauty here is too tempting; no one can easily resist it."

Su Wan tried to extend her spiritual power outwards, attempting to sense if she could encounter any familiar auras.

Countless misty cocoons float within the backdrop of "Worry-Free Wonderland," each cocoon reflecting an exquisitely beautiful scene, yet concealing a shocking transaction.

A boy, following the "Wonderland Welfare Instructions," chose to put aside his worries in exchange for points.

He transformed his "parents' nagging" into a pale blue particle of light and sent it into the void. His bracelet points instantly surged, and a relieved smile appeared on his face: "I no longer have to listen to my parents nagging me about studying and controlling my schedule, and I no longer have to be suffocated by their expectations!" But the next second, his eyes became empty, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away. When he thought of the warm milk his mother left on his desk late at night and the schoolbag his father packed for him in the morning, all that remained in his heart was numbness, and he could no longer feel any warmth.

Another girl closed her eyes, silently repeating "I don't want to argue," pouring out all the memories of arguing with her father and the grievances of being criticized by her mother. The moment her points increased, the expression on her face became monotonous and flat, devoid of the vibrancy and sharp edges that a teenager should have. Those conflicts that had once caused her pain were precisely the foundation that shaped her character, and now, along with the corresponding emotions, they were completely removed.

"They are losing their emotions and memories."

Su Wan's psychic silver light gently touched a cocoon. Inside, a girl was sharing fragments of her interactions with her classmates. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks, but a satisfied smile hung on her lips. "I can feel their emotions fading little by little, like flowers that have been drained of their moisture, leaving only a withered shell in the end."

"The ethereal beings are extracting emotions."

A calm voice came from ahead. Chen Mo was standing next to a broken, misty cocoon. "The purpose of this illusion is not to make us drown in it, but to collect emotional energy."

As he saw the two approaching, he raised his hand to indicate the debris beside him—a collapsed library.

"My illusion is the 'Omniscient Library,' but it can't construct ancient books and rare texts that I've never encountered before, and even cutting-edge physics theories are just repetitions of what I already know." His tone was calm, but with an undeniable certainty. "An omniscient world that can't even simulate the unknown is nothing more than a low-level bug."

Lu Yu suddenly realized that Chen Mo's ability to perceive the Dao was inherently adept at penetrating appearances, and the logical flaws of the illusion were nowhere to be hidden from him.

"I've found Zhao Lei," Su Wan suddenly said, sensing a vibrant energy not far away, like a flame dancing in the darkness.

The three followed the trail and found themselves in a boundless sports field. The grass was so green it was dazzling, and the rubber granules on the running track were incredibly bouncy.

Zhao Lei was sprinting around the track, with new finish lines constantly being generated in the illusion around him. Every time he crossed a finish line, virtual cheers erupted, and a glittering gold medal was automatically pinned to his chest...

"Zhao Lei! Come with us!" Lu Yu shouted.

Zhao Lei stopped abruptly, sweat streaming down his forehead, soaking his bangs. He scratched his head and ran over, looking confused. "Lu Yu? You guys are here! This place is so great, endless running tracks, every shot is a guaranteed basket, and we win so many games! Why are you leaving?"

"This is fake, it's the executor's illusion, deliberately trapping you," Lu Yu said bluntly.

"Fake?" Zhao Lei frowned, staring at the basketball that had appeared out of thin air in his hand, then glanced at the cheering virtual audience around him, his face full of confusion. Although he couldn't understand why this "real" scene was fake, he always believed Lu Yu's words.

The illusion seemed to sense his wavering and instantly amplified his greed—the medals became even more dazzling, the cheers of the virtual audience were deafening, and the four golden characters "Eternal God of War" even appeared at the end of the track, tempting him to stay and become the eternal winner.

But then Lu Yu's words about "executors" suddenly flashed through Zhao Lei's mind, and that greed for winning the game was instantly replaced by an even stronger obsession: "I am the invincible god of war!"

How could the invincible war god be trapped in an illusion?

The moment this thought popped into my head, it was like triggering a switch, and the illusion began to distort violently.

The virtual cheers abruptly ceased, the medals vanished as particles of light, the track collapsed beneath their feet, and the sports field before them receded rapidly like crumpled canvas, even the four large characters "Eternal God of War" were distorted into a joke.

Zhao Lei stood there stunned, then patted his chest, a smug look on his face: "How about that? I told you, the God of War never loses! Even an illusion couldn't trap me!"

Chen Mo stood to the side, his lips twitching, his eyes filled with speechlessness.

This bug was even more basic than the one he had encountered. The illusion intended to amplify Zhao Lei's greed, but it did not expect that his "greed" would turn into "the invincible war god cannot be trapped by the illusion." In the end, he was backfired by this amplified obsession, which was equivalent to the illusion killing itself.

The four reunited and continued their journey through the "Carefree Wonderland," but they still couldn't find Liu Jing.

She is always the first to regain her senses and the most reliable person. Whenever danger arises, she can always appear in time, like a reassuring pill.

But this time, she disappeared.