Chapter 102 "Really? Then why didn't you foresee your demise today?"

"Come and have another cup of tea." It was already dark outside, and the sunny weather of the day was gone.

His mother stood behind him, silently guarding her child like a statue. They stared at this so-called Yi Sheng, one in front and one behind.

“Okay…” Yi Sheng swallowed hard and stared nervously at the director’s mother.

"Were your names given to you by your parents?" the director asked, tilting his head.

"Of course, can you choose your own name?" Yi Sheng joked.

"Really?" The director remained noncommittal. "Have you ever asked your parents how you got your name?"

"It seems that when I was born, I weighed almost nine pounds, and they were afraid I wouldn't be able to give birth easily, so they wanted me to be born quickly, and that's why they named me Yi Sheng," Yi Sheng replied.

"That's a really good name. You still remember it. I only came up with my name not long ago. What a pity..." the director sighed.

"How could I forget that?" Yi Sheng laughed awkwardly.

"Am I dead?" the director asked abruptly.

"No." The sudden question caught Yi Sheng off guard, but she still answered quickly.

How could you think that way!

In the end, he started shouting excitedly. The director seemed to be thinking about it. Why was he so excited when he mentioned that the man had died?

“You are not Yi Sheng. You just made this place look like it was where Yi Sheng once lived, hoping his power would completely belong to you? You want me to live because my power will become unstable if I die, right?” the director said with a smile, but he didn’t really understand why.

"You must be the brother in the black robe, the culprit who stirred up all the conflict."

Yi Sheng's expression remained unchanged, but this was an answer in itself: he was the leader, the mastermind behind everything.

In other words, he had everyone share the "god," and this god was the real Yi Sheng.

The director continued, "I'm tired of this world-saving charade. I just want to end this farce as soon as possible."

"Ha! You don't understand anything!" Yi Sheng roared. "You understand that you've discovered your entire world is fake, just an ordinary person's 'dream'? Do you know that I've discovered the country I've diligently protected could be destroyed because of a mere fleeting thought?!"

"Oh, so what?" He was even more ridiculous than him. He knew from the beginning that this world was fake, yet he foolishly came to save it, only to find that this world was a trap tailor-made for him.

Where can you find a bigger joke than his?

"Ha, I thought I became the head of state because of my hard work! Because of my luck! Guess what? I'm just a manipulated puppet! A tool destined to be the protagonist's stepping stone!"

He roared somewhat maniacally, and just as he was about to approach the director, a pair of hands silently climbed onto his shoulders.

A headless corpse appeared behind him, emanating a terrifying aura. With a slight exertion, it crushed his shoulder into a cloud of blood mist.

After finishing, he opened his hand to "look," as if he couldn't believe he had used so much force, and was somewhat dazed.

"Hmph..." Yi Sheng let out a muffled groan, cold sweat began to bead on his forehead, but he quickly recovered, his injuries healing rapidly, leaving only his tattered clothes as proof of what had just happened.

"Well done, hahaha... Why are you the one who gets the favoritism!" Yi Sheng said resentfully.

He couldn't understand why so many people still loved him in that world. This world was also trying to prevent any danger from appearing around the director. The reinforcement of the headless corpse was a warning to him, meant to keep him away from him.

He would stop at nothing to become head of state; assassinating other competitors, forcibly destroying slums, and eliminating opponents were all commonplace for him.

He climbed to the top at all costs, only to find that he was just a string of words that didn't even deserve a name.

Everything about him was arranged.

Most importantly, he finally got to this position, and everything would be over as soon as the other party wakes up from their dream! Why should he?

He first learned of the existence of God from a madman.

He was acting crazy, begging him to sponsor him, and saying that he would definitely help him because he had seen it.

At first, he didn't pay attention until he revealed all the unspeakable secrets he had done.

For a moment he wanted to kill the man, but in the end he spared his life out of curiosity. Now when he thinks about it, he feels like he was possessed.

They helped him get the land approved, contacted the right people, and built something he couldn't understand—a building he'd almost never seen before.

He only helped build this strange house, and then the madman led him to see the so-called child favored by God, although he strongly suspected that he was lying.

This child was unremarkable, even timid, and seemed unlikely to achieve anything great. The other child, who looked exactly like him, was squatting to the side, disheveled and dirty. The only thing he admired about him was his eyes.

Similar appearances and the same bloodline lead to drastically different treatment.

People with this kind of look in their eyes will climb up the ladder at all costs, just like he did many years ago. He knows that such people only need a little temptation to lower their bottom line again and again.

This seemingly crazy person actually has some ability; he somehow managed to gather a large number of followers who willingly handed over a lot of money.

In his view, this was just a cult, a cult that could never amount to anything.

So he didn't hesitate to place a chess piece next to him.

Many years have passed and "God" still hasn't heard a word. He almost thought that this madman was a fraud, a highly skilled fraudster.

At this moment, the so-called god finally appeared, but at the same time, with the revival of spiritual energy, all forces began to be reshuffled.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any special abilities; he was just an ordinary person.

The madman, despite being beaten like a dead dog, still crawled to his place and begged him to take him in.

In the end, the madman proved the existence of "God," although that "God" seemed more like a person, but his abilities fascinated him.

Human experimentation, driven by the desire for power, inevitably ended up on the "dinner table" for the corrupt higher-ups, who greedily sought to take a bite out of the spiritual energy revival.

Fortunately, the madman's two sons were indeed treated as friends by God, and being close to the source, they were both quite capable.

The pawn he planted finally came in handy; his brother was nothing more than an illegitimate child, someone who couldn't be brought to the table.

He was easily fooled with just a few words, and luckily he was a good handy and obedient knife.

The madman is crazy every day, shouting that the time is almost here.

Unfortunately, superpowers are innate and cannot be transplanted. Forcibly transplanting them will only result in death. Those with close blood relations may have their abilities delayed a little longer, but only by a few days.

Those who have long held high positions naturally wouldn't take such a risk, so they found a plausible reason.

They are pretending to release information about human experimentation. This is both true and false. How could real human experimentation be made public?

They're mostly secretly buying off poor kids with superpowers. People who think these are human heroes are just easy targets. Even a fool knows not to mess with them.

They set their sights on "God," and after being persuaded by the madman, they actually believed him. Without hesitation, they began to spread rumors and deliberately assigned the members of "God's" team to such wicked people and high-intensity, strenuous tasks. If they couldn't mess with "God," then the others could!

So they once wanted to break away from the control of the state. As soon as the other side had this idea and began to show the illusion of breaking away, they immediately took action to pretend that the other side had rebelled and escaped! But in reality, all they had to do was deal with cold scalpels.

With Li You's brother as a hidden pawn, everything was done in secret until the day "God" exposed it.

They were waiting for "God" to rebel, but unfortunately, even with all their strength mobilized, the other side still managed to escape unscathed, and even a nationwide manhunt couldn't do anything to him.

They stared intently at "God," yearning for power, desiring no one to defy them, and longing for their aged bodies to return to youth.

As the head of state, how could he let things slip out of his control? He quickly found an opportunity.

A battle for the "god" has begun... At first, no one dared to speak up, after all, it was just one person, but the madman spoke up, wearing a mask, a ridiculous fig leaf.

"Alright, don't be so serious. If one person leaves, there's one more spot. Besides, doesn't everyone know? He's not human. He's an anomaly, a summoned demon. There's no need for this kind of psychological burden." It's hard to recall how much the madman worshipped God before.

The madman raised his crazed face, blood still seeping from his mouth. "Oh, not even planning to get a share? You know there's going to be a 'cleanup' operation later. That guy might not be seen much after this."

This statement forced them to join the team, meaning that those who did not participate in this "feast" would be purged. The leader knew what it meant, but he did not speak up to stop it; he simply expressed his opinion and took a bite.

No matter what, the others couldn't back out; they had already participated in this murder that had lasted for over a decade, and there was no turning back. They had indeed gained power...

"Are you sure that as long as you eat it... you can gain the power of the gods?" the leader asked, banging on the table.

The madman replied in a rambling, incoherent manner, "Of course, this is the most primal force drawing useful knowledge from my brain; this knowledge resides within my mind!"

"Really? You seem to know a lot about everything?"

"Of course I can tell fortunes," the madman said dismissively.

"Really? Then why didn't you foresee that you'd die today?"